<?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-21087472</id><updated>2012-02-09T17:33:51.286-07:00</updated><category term='y'/><title type='text'>*Kim'z Warm Asylum*</title><subtitle type='html'>A place of peace and safety.  A place where the temperature is just right and there is no fear.  Just hope, healing, happiness, honesty, a small ocean of tears, and a good laugh once in awhile. ;)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://warmasylum.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21087472/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warmasylum.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21087472/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uAC0unQyUCg/Rwg8p_7ifcI/AAAAAAAAAFs/8fHnWH41MZE/s320/100_2111.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>554</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21087472.post-8460972020651313250</id><published>2012-02-09T17:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T17:33:51.297-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*Sweethearts &amp; family part 1*</title><content type='html'>The word "Family" can be the most beautiful word in the whole world. It holds within it other such lovely words; Sweethearts, children, safety, home, joy and LOVE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I opened my journal from 2001 the other day and read some notes I had taken from the talk by President Gordon B. Hinckley, Prophet of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints.  Here are some quotes from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Behold your little ones*&lt;br /&gt;Ensign June 2001&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The home in which I lived, where there was a father who, by some quiet magic, was able to discipline his children without the use of any instrument of punishments, though on occasion they may have deserved it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do you want a spirit of love to grow in the world? Start within the walls of your own home.  Behold your little ones and see within them the wonders of God, from whose presence they have recently come."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My father never laid a hand on me except to bless me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brigham Young said: "a child loves the smile of it's mother but hates her frowns.  I tell the mother to not allow the children to indulge in evils, but at the same time treat them with mildness.  Treat them to love you rather than fear you." (same with fathers of course)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;President Hinckley refering to a neighbor in his childhood who whipped his childhood friends in vicious anger said;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I have seen the fruits of that neighbors temper come alive again in the troubled lives of his children."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These notes were wonderful to read.  I thought of my brothers Larry and Randy along with my brother in law, Joe. Their children do not fear them but have truly been treated as a child should be.  Several grown into some of the most love and respected people you could ever meet (just ask around ;) They are loved as the savior loves...purely.  Their faces light up when they see them and you can feel the love they have for them. I respect them and also appreciate the many fathers and mothers who "Behold their little ones" with awe and reverence.  Who also make them feel safe in an unsafe world, and provide a haven of love in their homes and arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved this video I found today.  This video shows the spirit of love between a family. I know it's real and is attainable.  As an aunt I also strive to and expect of myself to love, honor, and cherish children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/b3x_XavMp54" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21087472-8460972020651313250?l=warmasylum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21087472/posts/default/8460972020651313250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21087472/posts/default/8460972020651313250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warmasylum.blogspot.com/2012/02/sweethearts-family-part-1.html' title='*Sweethearts &amp; family part 1*'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uAC0unQyUCg/Rwg8p_7ifcI/AAAAAAAAAFs/8fHnWH41MZE/s320/100_2111.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/b3x_XavMp54/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21087472.post-5371833242844672609</id><published>2012-01-23T20:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T20:17:47.077-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*Mr. Coke &amp; Waffle House*</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/SgJ_zxYYTeA" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/P-6Q2HImKyI" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try not to pee your pants laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rowbby The Sheeth&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21087472-5371833242844672609?l=warmasylum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21087472/posts/default/5371833242844672609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21087472/posts/default/5371833242844672609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warmasylum.blogspot.com/2012/01/waffle-house-mr-coke.html' title='*Mr. Coke &amp; Waffle House*'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uAC0unQyUCg/Rwg8p_7ifcI/AAAAAAAAAFs/8fHnWH41MZE/s320/100_2111.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/SgJ_zxYYTeA/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21087472.post-2682115953198605628</id><published>2012-01-09T19:26:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T20:05:37.715-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*Childish innocence*</title><content type='html'>This song is my boyfriend. He sings to me at night, dances with me in the kitchen, makes me smile when I feel like crying, makes me cry from laughing too hard, helps my "visions dance" and has even asked me, "will you be my girlfriend?" Who does that anymore? Here are two quotes in one; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The world is full of guys, be a MAN! And yet... Never lose your childish innocence. It's the most important thing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kim Curtis= el soñador&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/gsSwaMEmf4w?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps. The lyrics say everything.  They are PERFECT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"there's a fawn with brown eyes&lt;br /&gt;a broken hoof from brooklyn stars&lt;br /&gt;a summer night&lt;br /&gt;i dreamt i learned how not to speak,&lt;br /&gt;let go of words,&lt;br /&gt;let go of her - to let her be&lt;br /&gt;there's a fawn in all my dreams,&lt;br /&gt;i guard the sun,&lt;br /&gt;i guard the moon - i don't need sleep&lt;br /&gt;with my mouth i shake the leaves&lt;br /&gt;your eyes get wide you want to leave&lt;br /&gt;when i write my clumsy heart&lt;br /&gt;will crack it's cage, shoot stars apart&lt;br /&gt;last night i tore through the cupboards&lt;br /&gt;the medicine already gone&lt;br /&gt;i stumbled past the discovery&lt;br /&gt;waiting and willing for dawn&lt;br /&gt;i believe i know what's right&lt;br /&gt;what comes into long brooklyn nights&lt;br /&gt;with belief the moon will rise,&lt;br /&gt;give to the shore then turn the tide&lt;br /&gt;there's a fawn of city trees,&lt;br /&gt;of sidewalk trees she won't belong,&lt;br /&gt;no not to me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By matt pond pa "Brooklyn Fawn"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21087472-2682115953198605628?l=warmasylum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21087472/posts/default/2682115953198605628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21087472/posts/default/2682115953198605628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warmasylum.blogspot.com/2012/01/childish-innocence.html' title='*Childish innocence*'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uAC0unQyUCg/Rwg8p_7ifcI/AAAAAAAAAFs/8fHnWH41MZE/s320/100_2111.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/gsSwaMEmf4w/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21087472.post-8645538305877712215</id><published>2012-01-04T23:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T23:15:06.242-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*Hello 2012*</title><content type='html'>I'm a liar.  I HAVE to keep blogging because I have too much to say! I sometimes need a gag order to keep my mouth shut. ;)  So, I'm back after a whole couple of days. ha! *shaking my head at myself*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read about Elliott Smith today.  It was hard to read about his sorrows, demons, and his terrible death.  What a talented and beautiful soul.  His music is one of a kind.  He was screaming for help but no one could reach him.  I believe that some pains of this life can only be healed on the other side of the veil, especially those with tormented minds.  I know he's found peace there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The tender mercies of the Lord are over all his people..."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that Elliot and many others who felt they could not endure this life are receiving those tender mercies and are being given The Lords gift of healing of mind, body and soul.  God bless all of them.  I will never judge them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really liked this cover version that Elliott did of John Lennon's 'Jealous Guy.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/VTGV-GVSwO0?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21087472-8645538305877712215?l=warmasylum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21087472/posts/default/8645538305877712215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21087472/posts/default/8645538305877712215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warmasylum.blogspot.com/2012/01/hello-2012.html' title='*Hello 2012*'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uAC0unQyUCg/Rwg8p_7ifcI/AAAAAAAAAFs/8fHnWH41MZE/s320/100_2111.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/VTGV-GVSwO0/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21087472.post-3101664328384446680</id><published>2012-01-01T23:19:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T23:27:30.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*Goodbye 2011 *</title><content type='html'>This is my theme song for 2012.  It gives me the butterflies and this feeling of hope for the future. Not many songs can really do that for me.  It's crucial for me to keep my cup of hope full.  To remember who I am, and shine as brightly as Brandon Flowers does in this video. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s. These words have a lot of symbolism in them.&lt;br /&gt;P.s.s. I have a lot of respect for Brandon Flowers.  He changed his whole life around because of the truth or rather the "fire that was still burning" in his heart.  He reminds me a lot of Enos from the Book of Mormon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH! One last thing. If you want to read an amazing book, read "Beloved Enos" by Denver C. Snuffer Jr. (If you're not Mormon, you might want to read the book of Mormon first and the chapter about Enos.) I had no idea how much symbolism was in that ONE chapter!  Talk about an incredible soul! &lt;a href="http://lds.org/scriptures/bofm/enos/1?lang=eng"&gt;http://lds.org/scriptures/bofm/enos/1?lang=eng&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/uBENjCPS8LI?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*ONLY THE YOUNG*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look back in silence; the cradle of your whole life.&lt;br /&gt;There in the distance, loosing its greatest pride.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is easy, nothing is sacred. Why?&lt;br /&gt;Where did the bow break?&lt;br /&gt;It happened before your time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were people there, lovely as you've ever been.&lt;br /&gt;Tonight.&lt;br /&gt;Baby you can start again.&lt;br /&gt;Laughing in the open air; have yourself another dream.&lt;br /&gt;Tonight.&lt;br /&gt;Baby we can start again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only the young can break away, break away.&lt;br /&gt;Lost when the wind blow; on your own, ohh..&lt;br /&gt;Only the young can break away, break away.&lt;br /&gt;Lost when the wind blow; on your own, ohh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother its cold here. Father thy will be done.&lt;br /&gt;Thunder and lightening crashing down.&lt;br /&gt;They got me on the run, direct me to the sun. (SON)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Redemption&lt;/b&gt; keeps my covers clean tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby we can start again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only the young can break away, break away.&lt;br /&gt;Lost when the wind blow; on your own, ohh...&lt;br /&gt;Only the young can break away, break away.&lt;br /&gt;Lost when the wind blow; on your own, ohh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the sun will shine again.&lt;br /&gt;And the sun will shine again.&lt;br /&gt;Are you looking for a sign?&lt;br /&gt;Or are you caught up in the light?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only the young can break away, break away.&lt;br /&gt;Lost when the wind blow; on your own, ohh...&lt;br /&gt;Only the young can break away, break away.&lt;br /&gt;Lost when the wind blow; on your own, ohh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only the young can...&lt;br /&gt;Lost when the wind blow...&lt;br /&gt;Only the young can...&lt;br /&gt;Lost when the wind blow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you caught up in the light?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps."&lt;b&gt;Never give up on anybody&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;b&gt;Miracles happen every day&lt;/b&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I HAD to post this too because I adore it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/rdGg8xSRQV8?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recognize 2:09! How friggin' amazing is his voice?  And his suspenders? ha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21087472-3101664328384446680?l=warmasylum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21087472/posts/default/3101664328384446680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21087472/posts/default/3101664328384446680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warmasylum.blogspot.com/2012/01/goodbye-2011.html' title='*Goodbye 2011 *'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uAC0unQyUCg/Rwg8p_7ifcI/AAAAAAAAAFs/8fHnWH41MZE/s320/100_2111.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/uBENjCPS8LI/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21087472.post-2371457132477307733</id><published>2011-12-21T17:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T17:34:19.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*Dont you give up!*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cXesWKCdauw/Tu1WeHwg0bI/AAAAAAAAGLs/ZLt4aIZJOvU/s1600/boys.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" width="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cXesWKCdauw/Tu1WeHwg0bI/AAAAAAAAGLs/ZLt4aIZJOvU/s400/boys.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21087472-3585850320849471115?l=warmasylum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21087472/posts/default/3585850320849471115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21087472/posts/default/3585850320849471115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warmasylum.blogspot.com/2011/12/saturday-night-advice.html' title='*Saturday night advice*'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uAC0unQyUCg/Rwg8p_7ifcI/AAAAAAAAAFs/8fHnWH41MZE/s320/100_2111.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cXesWKCdauw/Tu1WeHwg0bI/AAAAAAAAGLs/ZLt4aIZJOvU/s72-c/boys.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21087472.post-3528310813816136989</id><published>2011-12-17T17:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-17T17:18:30.099-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*Torn*</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/1XKvDBFwntg?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21087472-3528310813816136989?l=warmasylum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21087472/posts/default/3528310813816136989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21087472/posts/default/3528310813816136989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warmasylum.blogspot.com/2011/12/torn.html' title='*Torn*'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uAC0unQyUCg/Rwg8p_7ifcI/AAAAAAAAAFs/8fHnWH41MZE/s320/100_2111.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/1XKvDBFwntg/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21087472.post-9129014510528843320</id><published>2011-12-16T02:21:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T02:39:23.357-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*My blog testifies...*</title><content type='html'>...that music is POWERFUL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QELWLd6ELPU/TusM8W-QeXI/AAAAAAAAGLg/H7SdKqG6eec/s1600/IMG_2385-2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" width="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QELWLd6ELPU/TusM8W-QeXI/AAAAAAAAGLg/H7SdKqG6eec/s400/IMG_2385-2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through music, a persons ability to express themselves extends to the heavens.  Music has changed me, softened me, strengthened me, enlightened me, sustained me, and has been an answer to my prayers a million times.  I know I've spoken of this on here before, but God has always been able to reach me through music.  Especially on the days where I'm feeling 'unreachable'...he uses music to reach me and speak to my spirit.  It has brought peace, joy, encouragement, and understanding.  I can't imagine life without it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few of my favorite quotes on music;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"After silence, that which comes nearest to expressing the inexpressible is music."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Aldous Huxley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Music is worthless unless it can make a complete stranger break down and cry" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Imogen Heap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music is a moral law. It gives soul to the universe, wings to the mind, flight to the imagination, and charm and gaiety to life and to everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Plato&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music can change the world because it can change people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Bono&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side Note: I also know how music has power to destroy and can bring about deceit, jealousy, rage, hatred, immorality and much more.  It can destroy as much as it can save, but that's a post for another day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo taken in Goblin Valley in August of 2008.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21087472-9129014510528843320?l=warmasylum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21087472/posts/default/9129014510528843320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21087472/posts/default/9129014510528843320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warmasylum.blogspot.com/2011/12/my-blog-testifies.html' title='*My blog testifies...*'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uAC0unQyUCg/Rwg8p_7ifcI/AAAAAAAAAFs/8fHnWH41MZE/s320/100_2111.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QELWLd6ELPU/TusM8W-QeXI/AAAAAAAAGLg/H7SdKqG6eec/s72-c/IMG_2385-2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21087472.post-6234842140088114969</id><published>2011-12-14T20:52:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T20:58:38.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*Tis true!*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="160" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cYG7CnJqXD8/Tulu63GTtOI/AAAAAAAAGK8/tNSLlDmxPOk/s400/Griffin%2BH-11.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21087472-6234842140088114969?l=warmasylum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21087472/posts/default/6234842140088114969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21087472/posts/default/6234842140088114969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warmasylum.blogspot.com/2011/12/tis-true.html' title='*Tis true!*'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uAC0unQyUCg/Rwg8p_7ifcI/AAAAAAAAAFs/8fHnWH41MZE/s320/100_2111.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VT26gbHVeQ4/TulqErNG-xI/AAAAAAAAGKw/zccxUn8Mwzk/s72-c/hilarious.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21087472.post-3404361524619640639</id><published>2011-12-14T16:57:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T16:57:40.439-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*A thousand years*</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/M0xNVAy1gkQ?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21087472-3404361524619640639?l=warmasylum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21087472/posts/default/3404361524619640639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21087472/posts/default/3404361524619640639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warmasylum.blogspot.com/2011/12/thousand-years.html' title='*A thousand years*'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uAC0unQyUCg/Rwg8p_7ifcI/AAAAAAAAAFs/8fHnWH41MZE/s320/100_2111.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/M0xNVAy1gkQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21087472.post-6362248470367972242</id><published>2011-12-13T21:41:00.008-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T22:48:17.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*Linger Longer*</title><content type='html'>Preface~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 6 am and I had been up all night.  I was worn down both body and spirit.  I lay in my bed trying to sleep and wondering why on earth Heavenly Father still wanted me here.  My hands are tied in every situation that I'm in.  I can truly say that I have no control over anything at this point.  My life is ALL in HIS hands.  I don't know what more I can do or offer to bring about the most important and essential things that are needed for survival.  I feel helpless.  With these thoughts drowning me, into my mind I envision seeing Scrooge (me) sitting on the swing chair that is on the front porch of my old house in Orem, Utah. (I would often sit there to have some meditating and relaxing time as I looked up at an awe-inspiring view of the Rocky Mountains.)  So there I am, rocking in the chair and suddenly an Eagle begins to speak to me. *Puzzled face* I sit up in my bed and all these words are forming and I'm really in no mood to write! But I do so.  These are the words that unfolded...these are the words that were heaven sent from an old wise Eagle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0hKHR67GLbM/TugmbYrXIqI/AAAAAAAAGKk/WKONOnog4_s/s1600/Eagle%2BMichael%2Bpape.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="222" width="366" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0hKHR67GLbM/TugmbYrXIqI/AAAAAAAAGKk/WKONOnog4_s/s400/Eagle%2BMichael%2Bpape.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*LINGER LONGER*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linger longer are the words I hear &lt;br /&gt;as I rock back and forth on the front porch chair.&lt;br /&gt;I see an Eagle fly in the Icy air&lt;br /&gt;He flys with grace and with a little flair.&lt;br /&gt;He soars to the left and makes a sharp turn, &lt;br /&gt;"oh my dear girl...I know you must yearn."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did that bird just speak to me?&lt;br /&gt;I'm now questioning my sanity.&lt;br /&gt;He ceases his flight and drifts ever near&lt;br /&gt;and with the tilt of his head these words he shares,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There are things you need to hear!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fold my hands and lend my ear&lt;br /&gt;I open my heart and sit at the edge of my chair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am an eagle with an eagles eye! I've seen how you've been tried and tried!  The crows that often circle your head, their time is up and they'll soon be dead.&lt;br /&gt;The new road that I've seen from above&lt;br /&gt;Is more beautiful and lovely then a morning dove!&lt;br /&gt;Linger longer in this mortal sphere&lt;br /&gt;Your work is simply not finished here.&lt;br /&gt;It's time to breath the freshest air&lt;br /&gt;It's time to heal from satans glare.&lt;br /&gt;Trust an old bird, for I'm the wisest&lt;br /&gt;kind! Don't give me that look, your sanity's fine.&lt;br /&gt;I sail over mountains and glorious lakes!  My god given wings are truly great.&lt;br /&gt;I rest on peaks on a sleepy day, I watch over children here and far away.  My life is truly a wondrous one, but if I was human it would be more fun.&lt;br /&gt;So linger longer and believe on my word, rise to your feet, do not accept defeat.&lt;br /&gt;Linger longer...&lt;br /&gt;Linger longer...&lt;br /&gt;Linger longer."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those are the final words I hear&lt;br /&gt;Then off he flew with Rudolph the red nosed reindeer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written by Kim Curtis (That would be me ;)&lt;br /&gt;December 13th 2011&lt;br /&gt;~Painting by Michael Pape&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21087472-6362248470367972242?l=warmasylum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21087472/posts/default/6362248470367972242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21087472/posts/default/6362248470367972242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warmasylum.blogspot.com/2011/12/linger-longer.html' title='*Linger Longer*'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uAC0unQyUCg/Rwg8p_7ifcI/AAAAAAAAAFs/8fHnWH41MZE/s320/100_2111.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0hKHR67GLbM/TugmbYrXIqI/AAAAAAAAGKk/WKONOnog4_s/s72-c/Eagle%2BMichael%2Bpape.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21087472.post-5120921979935581903</id><published>2011-12-09T17:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T17:42:57.707-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*Flecks of Gold*</title><content type='html'>Our small acts of love, compassion, kindness, and service will eventually lead us to something that is so beautiful! The accumulation of GREAT THINGS.  It has been difficult for me to be patient as I have spent my 37 years collecting only flecks of gold and often wondering when they would turn into something more solid.  Wondering if the seeds I may have planted into the hearts of others would ever grow into fruition.  We learn in The Book of Mormon,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Behold I say unto you, that by small and simple things are great things brought to pass; and small means in many instances doth confound the wise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alma 37:6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, Doctrine and Covenants 123:13-17   says, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 13 Therefore, that we should waste and wear out our lives in bringing to light all the hidden things of darkness, wherein we know them; and they are truly manifest from heaven—&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 14 These should then be attended to with great earnestness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 15 &lt;b&gt;Let no man count them as small things&lt;/b&gt;; for there is much which lieth in futurity, pertaining to the saints, which depends upon these things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 16 You know, brethren, that a very large ship is benefited very much by a very small helm in the time of a storm, by being kept workways with the wind and the waves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 17 Therefore, dearly beloved brethren, let us cheerfully do all things that lie in our power; and then may we stand still, with the utmost assurance, to see the salvation of God, and for his arm to be revealed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/fEfg-Z-TOc8?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21087472-5120921979935581903?l=warmasylum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21087472/posts/default/5120921979935581903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21087472/posts/default/5120921979935581903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warmasylum.blogspot.com/2011/12/flecks-of-gold.html' title='*Flecks of Gold*'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uAC0unQyUCg/Rwg8p_7ifcI/AAAAAAAAAFs/8fHnWH41MZE/s320/100_2111.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/fEfg-Z-TOc8/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21087472.post-3168647989425228754</id><published>2011-12-05T23:22:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T23:28:52.781-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*The boy on the Moon*</title><content type='html'>Me and my friends use to have "Vege nights", where we would; grab blankets and pillows, have lot's of treats, turn out the lights, turn on mellow tunes, and talk about life and the Universe.  It was AWESOME!  Some of the subjects that got brought up were hilarious and others deeply profound.  I miss those nights.  Sometimes it was at one of our houses and other times it was in a park up the canyon.  You should try it sometime...good stuff! :)  This is the kind of music we would play...anything that was soothing, mellow, and just kool.  Those kinds of songs that could take your mind and heart to another place.  Most of the music we chose back then was "new age" stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/rxHGQgyOaFM?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21087472-3168647989425228754?l=warmasylum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21087472/posts/default/3168647989425228754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21087472/posts/default/3168647989425228754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warmasylum.blogspot.com/2011/12/boy-on-moon.html' title='*The boy on the Moon*'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uAC0unQyUCg/Rwg8p_7ifcI/AAAAAAAAAFs/8fHnWH41MZE/s320/100_2111.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/rxHGQgyOaFM/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21087472.post-6193473891120979732</id><published>2011-12-03T04:55:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T20:51:27.989-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*Men's hearts are failing them*</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/EMwKxmTLaCs?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't say enough how much I needed this earlier this week, but because of pride and pain in my heart, I ignored it. Then, while talking with my little sister, she told me that Henley, age 5 watches these Mormon messages before school each day. She said;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tears pour down her face because she feels the spirit so strong."  When I heard that, I couldn't stop my own tears. This little precious girl listening to our prophet and apostles and feeling the truth of what is being shared. I realized that I too must listen more, read more, and love and treasure these beautiful words of wisdom.  I must not let my own heart fail me.  I must try harder to not be afraid and have an eternal perspective.  I must have the faith and heart of a little child...to know that I need not fear. &lt;br /&gt;"Men's hearts are failing them because they have forgotten their identity and their purpose."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Dc1o9F2wRkA/TtoRJK20LUI/AAAAAAAAGKY/OKw3YBjJnKc/s1600/henley7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" width="214" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Dc1o9F2wRkA/TtoRJK20LUI/AAAAAAAAGKY/OKw3YBjJnKc/s320/henley7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We love our precious, Henley and her beautiful spirit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21087472-6193473891120979732?l=warmasylum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21087472/posts/default/6193473891120979732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21087472/posts/default/6193473891120979732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warmasylum.blogspot.com/2011/12/mens-hearts-are-failing-them.html' title='*Men&apos;s hearts are failing them*'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uAC0unQyUCg/Rwg8p_7ifcI/AAAAAAAAAFs/8fHnWH41MZE/s320/100_2111.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/EMwKxmTLaCs/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21087472.post-229554125127203755</id><published>2011-12-03T00:12:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-03T00:19:00.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*Sticks &amp; Stones*</title><content type='html'>"Sticks and stones &lt;i&gt; may &lt;/i&gt;  break our bones, but words &lt;i&gt; will &lt;/i&gt;  break our hearts."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8y2pm-U-5Jg/TtnLVToQsXI/AAAAAAAAGKA/2btPF0wwoH8/s1600/words.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="290" width="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8y2pm-U-5Jg/TtnLVToQsXI/AAAAAAAAGKA/2btPF0wwoH8/s400/words.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is such a powerful and yet painful photo to look at.  I have such a deep love for children. Remembering my own childhood, I know the power of words.  There were words that blessed my life and words that broke my soul. They created how I felt about myself and life.  Some of them never leave my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bless your children, don't break them down.  They really are our future.  As the Savior so beautifully said;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Behold your little ones"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe he was saying, LOOK at these precious souls!  It is an honor for you to have them placed in your care.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21087472-229554125127203755?l=warmasylum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21087472/posts/default/229554125127203755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21087472/posts/default/229554125127203755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warmasylum.blogspot.com/2011/12/sticks-stones.html' title='*Sticks &amp; Stones*'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uAC0unQyUCg/Rwg8p_7ifcI/AAAAAAAAAFs/8fHnWH41MZE/s320/100_2111.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8y2pm-U-5Jg/TtnLVToQsXI/AAAAAAAAGKA/2btPF0wwoH8/s72-c/words.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21087472.post-5960075425167500181</id><published>2011-12-02T18:03:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T18:03:59.652-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*Truest of words!*</title><content type='html'>Some people will never get it...and that makes me sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bhjuUavqJ1c/Ttl1ZGH4A7I/AAAAAAAAGJ0/zn4ivUZWxtE/s1600/love1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="277" width="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bhjuUavqJ1c/Ttl1ZGH4A7I/AAAAAAAAGJ0/zn4ivUZWxtE/s400/love1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21087472-5960075425167500181?l=warmasylum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21087472/posts/default/5960075425167500181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21087472/posts/default/5960075425167500181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warmasylum.blogspot.com/2011/12/truest-of-words.html' title='*Truest of words!*'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uAC0unQyUCg/Rwg8p_7ifcI/AAAAAAAAAFs/8fHnWH41MZE/s320/100_2111.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bhjuUavqJ1c/Ttl1ZGH4A7I/AAAAAAAAGJ0/zn4ivUZWxtE/s72-c/love1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21087472.post-745894024613634495</id><published>2011-12-02T03:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T03:10:39.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*Wishin' for you*</title><content type='html'>It's been about 15 years since I first heard this song and I can still feel how I felt at that moment it played.  Amazing how music can do that!  You don't need a time machine, just your music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/GCaM-MZf8Z8?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21087472-745894024613634495?l=warmasylum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21087472/posts/default/745894024613634495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21087472/posts/default/745894024613634495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warmasylum.blogspot.com/2011/12/wishin-for-you.html' title='*Wishin&apos; for you*'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uAC0unQyUCg/Rwg8p_7ifcI/AAAAAAAAAFs/8fHnWH41MZE/s320/100_2111.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/GCaM-MZf8Z8/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21087472.post-3134714060116813909</id><published>2011-12-01T19:33:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T19:33:58.942-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*Where the streets have no name*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yQwJ_GeaWWY/Ttg5ERCJMfI/AAAAAAAAGJo/bFgNbdj3ro8/s1600/boat%2Bheaven.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" width="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yQwJ_GeaWWY/Ttg5ERCJMfI/AAAAAAAAGJo/bFgNbdj3ro8/s400/boat%2Bheaven.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21087472-3134714060116813909?l=warmasylum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21087472/posts/default/3134714060116813909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21087472/posts/default/3134714060116813909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warmasylum.blogspot.com/2011/12/where-streets-have-no-name.html' title='*Where the streets have no name*'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uAC0unQyUCg/Rwg8p_7ifcI/AAAAAAAAAFs/8fHnWH41MZE/s320/100_2111.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yQwJ_GeaWWY/Ttg5ERCJMfI/AAAAAAAAGJo/bFgNbdj3ro8/s72-c/boat%2Bheaven.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21087472.post-1578241513423266762</id><published>2011-11-30T17:46:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T22:45:26.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*I hear you*</title><content type='html'>I'm gonna skip my personal experience with this song. I'll just keep it tucked in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/jUe8uoKdHao?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/OAYDMbsMFLE?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21087472-1578241513423266762?l=warmasylum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21087472/posts/default/1578241513423266762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21087472/posts/default/1578241513423266762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warmasylum.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-just-like-it.html' title='*I hear you*'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uAC0unQyUCg/Rwg8p_7ifcI/AAAAAAAAAFs/8fHnWH41MZE/s320/100_2111.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/jUe8uoKdHao/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21087472.post-4174280499484883819</id><published>2011-11-30T17:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T17:41:14.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*Go gairid Beidh mé saor in aisce*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4l4hrFaCD8s/TtbNJLyp4bI/AAAAAAAAGJc/CXFRjDyrX8M/s1600/converse2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" width="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4l4hrFaCD8s/TtbNJLyp4bI/AAAAAAAAGJc/CXFRjDyrX8M/s400/converse2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21087472-4174280499484883819?l=warmasylum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21087472/posts/default/4174280499484883819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21087472/posts/default/4174280499484883819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warmasylum.blogspot.com/2011/11/go-gairid-beidh-me-saor-in-aisce.html' title='*Go gairid Beidh mé saor in aisce*'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uAC0unQyUCg/Rwg8p_7ifcI/AAAAAAAAAFs/8fHnWH41MZE/s320/100_2111.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4l4hrFaCD8s/TtbNJLyp4bI/AAAAAAAAGJc/CXFRjDyrX8M/s72-c/converse2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21087472.post-4206584087487270556</id><published>2011-11-29T21:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T21:14:31.477-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*An honor*</title><content type='html'>Thank you to my little Kaul for asking me to be at his baptism and speak on the Holy Ghost.  It was a special day for all of us.  I am so very proud of him.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-htNQn95tYZk/TtWtk8XD_3I/AAAAAAAAGJQ/jIyU2bP3b94/s1600/Kauls%2Bbaptism%2Bphotoz.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" width="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-htNQn95tYZk/TtWtk8XD_3I/AAAAAAAAGJQ/jIyU2bP3b94/s400/Kauls%2Bbaptism%2Bphotoz.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21087472-4206584087487270556?l=warmasylum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21087472/posts/default/4206584087487270556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21087472/posts/default/4206584087487270556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warmasylum.blogspot.com/2011/11/honor.html' title='*An honor*'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uAC0unQyUCg/Rwg8p_7ifcI/AAAAAAAAAFs/8fHnWH41MZE/s320/100_2111.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-htNQn95tYZk/TtWtk8XD_3I/AAAAAAAAGJQ/jIyU2bP3b94/s72-c/Kauls%2Bbaptism%2Bphotoz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21087472.post-8547617837730221959</id><published>2011-11-18T21:00:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T23:40:59.614-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*You didn't have to stoop so low*</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/8UVNT4wvIGY?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random video, but rad song.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21087472-8547617837730221959?l=warmasylum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21087472/posts/default/8547617837730221959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21087472/posts/default/8547617837730221959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warmasylum.blogspot.com/2011/11/you-didnt-have-to-stoop-so-low.html' title='*You didn&apos;t have to stoop so low*'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uAC0unQyUCg/Rwg8p_7ifcI/AAAAAAAAAFs/8fHnWH41MZE/s320/100_2111.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/8UVNT4wvIGY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21087472.post-4217492117113181713</id><published>2011-11-18T17:53:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T17:54:46.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*Choose the sunshine!*</title><content type='html'>"Look, in my opinion, the best thing you can do is find a person who loves you for exactly what you are. Good mood, bad mood, ugly, pretty, handsome, what have you, the right person is still going to think the sun shines out your ass."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Juno (movie)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KO1dQL03eeA/Tsb9bQFMhoI/AAAAAAAAGJA/VHj1APOWZYY/s1600/jen%2Band%2Bjoe%2Bsunshine-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" width="262" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KO1dQL03eeA/Tsb9bQFMhoI/AAAAAAAAGJA/VHj1APOWZYY/s400/jen%2Band%2Bjoe%2Bsunshine-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I chose this photo I took of Jen and Joe because it fits the quote perfect.  They each found the one who loves them for who they are. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21087472-4217492117113181713?l=warmasylum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21087472/posts/default/4217492117113181713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21087472/posts/default/4217492117113181713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warmasylum.blogspot.com/2011/11/look-in-my-opinion-best-thing-you-can.html' title='*Choose the sunshine!*'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uAC0unQyUCg/Rwg8p_7ifcI/AAAAAAAAAFs/8fHnWH41MZE/s320/100_2111.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KO1dQL03eeA/Tsb9bQFMhoI/AAAAAAAAGJA/VHj1APOWZYY/s72-c/jen%2Band%2Bjoe%2Bsunshine-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21087472.post-3998013854858925365</id><published>2011-11-17T03:40:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T05:38:01.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*Dear Nie Nie*</title><content type='html'>Dear Nie Nie,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have watched you and your story from afar for the last 3+ years.  I don't even know you but I LOVE YOU! You're a hero to me and are a constant reminder that life can still be beautiful even when we're walking through fiery furnace.  Literally or figuratively.  THANK YOU for choosing to stay on earth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/nW_pfFNaUi0?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Fg9JN_czIrs?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/KVp04mbHmSY?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side Note: to those who know nothing of Nie Nie, please take the wonderful opportunity of reading her story on her blog below.  I wrote of her somewhere on this blog of mine, just not sure where.  Almost 600 posts from me! Woot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://nieniedialogues.com/"&gt;http://nieniedialogues.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21087472-3998013854858925365?l=warmasylum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21087472/posts/default/3998013854858925365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21087472/posts/default/3998013854858925365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warmasylum.blogspot.com/2011/11/dear-nie-nie.html' title='*Dear Nie Nie*'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uAC0unQyUCg/Rwg8p_7ifcI/AAAAAAAAAFs/8fHnWH41MZE/s320/100_2111.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/nW_pfFNaUi0/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21087472.post-2901247506146505795</id><published>2011-11-17T02:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T02:03:39.298-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*Smiling*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EAhALOfTmrI/TsTN3xJhZZI/AAAAAAAAGI0/J0d2srE-ljg/s1600/kaul%2Bb%2B3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="286" width="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EAhALOfTmrI/TsTN3xJhZZI/AAAAAAAAGI0/J0d2srE-ljg/s400/kaul%2Bb%2B3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kauly-wogs baptism invite. This made me so happy when I got it. I just love him so stinking much!!! When he was about five, he said to his mom, "You know what, mom? I think Aunt Kimmy is sad because I'm not with her. I make her happy!" He was right! That bright smile and pure heart makes me happy! It's also pretty incredible to hear an 8 year old who knows his scriptures more than his aunt does. His favorite present from Christmas was getting his tripple combination! (Bible/Book of Mormon/Doctrine &amp; Covenants. Impressive.  It's also amazing to watch his face light up as he talks about how kool it must have been for God to create the earth.  I'm in awe of his goodness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21087472-2901247506146505795?l=warmasylum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21087472/posts/default/2901247506146505795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21087472/posts/default/2901247506146505795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warmasylum.blogspot.com/2011/11/smiling.html' title='*Smiling*'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uAC0unQyUCg/Rwg8p_7ifcI/AAAAAAAAAFs/8fHnWH41MZE/s320/100_2111.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EAhALOfTmrI/TsTN3xJhZZI/AAAAAAAAGI0/J0d2srE-ljg/s72-c/kaul%2Bb%2B3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21087472.post-834495894632830983</id><published>2011-11-15T17:09:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T22:18:13.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*Found him!*</title><content type='html'>Yip! He's the ONE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/31041703?title=0&amp;amp;byline=0&amp;amp;portrait=0" width="400" height="225" frameborder="0" webkitAllowFullScreen allowFullScreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/31041703"&gt;Your Future Husband&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/bradleyjackson"&gt;Bradley Jackson&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21087472-834495894632830983?l=warmasylum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21087472/posts/default/834495894632830983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21087472/posts/default/834495894632830983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warmasylum.blogspot.com/2011/11/found-him.html' title='*Found him!*'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uAC0unQyUCg/Rwg8p_7ifcI/AAAAAAAAAFs/8fHnWH41MZE/s320/100_2111.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21087472.post-7008495516047171640</id><published>2011-11-14T00:48:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T16:09:42.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*I have RAD friends*</title><content type='html'>Thank you Mr. Bean, for this awesome gift!  It seriously made my 11-11-11 eleventy times better. ha! Okay, so it would have been kooler if God had given me a super power, but I'll take Joe Joe's and a vintage typewriter as the next best thing. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CItM0_K9pr4/TsDHuUrbacI/AAAAAAAAGIQ/KFBS_zPvPoQ/s1600/typewriter%2Bvintage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" width="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CItM0_K9pr4/TsDHuUrbacI/AAAAAAAAGIQ/KFBS_zPvPoQ/s400/typewriter%2Bvintage.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21087472-7008495516047171640?l=warmasylum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21087472/posts/default/7008495516047171640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21087472/posts/default/7008495516047171640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warmasylum.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-have-rad-friends.html' title='*I have RAD friends*'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uAC0unQyUCg/Rwg8p_7ifcI/AAAAAAAAAFs/8fHnWH41MZE/s320/100_2111.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CItM0_K9pr4/TsDHuUrbacI/AAAAAAAAGIQ/KFBS_zPvPoQ/s72-c/typewriter%2Bvintage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21087472.post-5726973447934278968</id><published>2011-11-13T23:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T23:14:19.994-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*Soothing your spirit*</title><content type='html'>I have loved this song since I was little and with Mark Kozelek singing it, it makes it more of a lullaby than it already was to me.  Beautiful and soothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/SPryuR0X7Gg?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it rich? &lt;br /&gt;Are we a pair? &lt;br /&gt;Me here at last on the ground, &lt;br /&gt;You in mid-air. &lt;br /&gt;Send in the clowns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it bliss? &lt;br /&gt;Don't you approve? &lt;br /&gt;One who keeps tearing around, &lt;br /&gt;One who can't move. &lt;br /&gt;Where are the clowns? &lt;br /&gt;Send in the clowns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when I'd stopped &lt;br /&gt;Opening doors, &lt;br /&gt;Finally knowing &lt;br /&gt;The one that I wanted was yours, &lt;br /&gt;Making my entrance again &lt;br /&gt;With my usual flair, &lt;br /&gt;Sure of my lines, &lt;br /&gt;No one is there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you love farce? &lt;br /&gt;My fault, I fear. &lt;br /&gt;I thought that you'd want what I want - &lt;br /&gt;Sorry, my dear. &lt;br /&gt;But where are the clowns? &lt;br /&gt;There ought to be clowns. &lt;br /&gt;Quick, send in the clowns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a surprise. &lt;br /&gt;Who could foresee &lt;br /&gt;I'd come to feel about you &lt;br /&gt;What you'd felt about me? &lt;br /&gt;Why only now when i see &lt;br /&gt;That you'd drifted away? &lt;br /&gt;What a surprise. &lt;br /&gt;What a cliché.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it rich? &lt;br /&gt;Isn't it queer? &lt;br /&gt;Losing my timing this late &lt;br /&gt;In my career? &lt;br /&gt;And where are the clowns? &lt;br /&gt;Quick, send in the clowns. &lt;br /&gt;Don't bother - they're here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21087472-5726973447934278968?l=warmasylum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21087472/posts/default/5726973447934278968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21087472/posts/default/5726973447934278968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warmasylum.blogspot.com/2011/11/soothing-your-spirit.html' title='*Soothing your spirit*'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uAC0unQyUCg/Rwg8p_7ifcI/AAAAAAAAAFs/8fHnWH41MZE/s320/100_2111.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/SPryuR0X7Gg/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21087472.post-5504512185872242218</id><published>2011-11-05T19:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T19:54:42.079-06:00</updated><title type='text'>*The truest of friends*</title><content type='html'>Thank you, Brian. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_DcDhkelWmU/TrXo2iJ9laI/AAAAAAAAGIE/7dU8bWVimYA/s1600/brian%2Bto%2Bkim4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" width="267" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_DcDhkelWmU/TrXo2iJ9laI/AAAAAAAAGIE/7dU8bWVimYA/s400/brian%2Bto%2Bkim4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21087472-5504512185872242218?l=warmasylum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21087472/posts/default/5504512185872242218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21087472/posts/default/5504512185872242218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warmasylum.blogspot.com/2011/11/truest-of-friends.html' title='*The truest of friends*'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uAC0unQyUCg/Rwg8p_7ifcI/AAAAAAAAAFs/8fHnWH41MZE/s320/100_2111.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_DcDhkelWmU/TrXo2iJ9laI/AAAAAAAAGIE/7dU8bWVimYA/s72-c/brian%2Bto%2Bkim4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21087472.post-9174044927226475457</id><published>2011-11-05T05:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T05:43:02.432-06:00</updated><title type='text'>*Kauly-Wogs is getting baptized!*</title><content type='html'>Where did the last 8 years go?  He's my hero and I always fight harder in my own battles for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KHP9juqsaOA/TrUg5TI9iXI/AAAAAAAAGHA/8R6i0kTp0Pg/s1600/kaul%2Bbaptism.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" width="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KHP9juqsaOA/TrUg5TI9iXI/AAAAAAAAGHA/8R6i0kTp0Pg/s400/kaul%2Bbaptism.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5_CivDVR3f8/TrUhCICUPQI/AAAAAAAAGHM/XIGc_BGwG9Q/s1600/Kauly%2Bwog.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" width="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5_CivDVR3f8/TrUhCICUPQI/AAAAAAAAGHM/XIGc_BGwG9Q/s400/Kauly%2Bwog.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6SIeqaBC9qw/TrUhOS3nFDI/AAAAAAAAGHY/XgIiamDyjEM/s1600/kaul%2Blove%2Bnote.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" width="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6SIeqaBC9qw/TrUhOS3nFDI/AAAAAAAAGHY/XgIiamDyjEM/s400/kaul%2Blove%2Bnote.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21087472-9174044927226475457?l=warmasylum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21087472/posts/default/9174044927226475457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21087472/posts/default/9174044927226475457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warmasylum.blogspot.com/2011/11/kauly-wogs-is-getting-baptized.html' title='*Kauly-Wogs is getting baptized!*'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uAC0unQyUCg/Rwg8p_7ifcI/AAAAAAAAAFs/8fHnWH41MZE/s320/100_2111.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KHP9juqsaOA/TrUg5TI9iXI/AAAAAAAAGHA/8R6i0kTp0Pg/s72-c/kaul%2Bbaptism.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21087472.post-2530814042878795912</id><published>2011-11-05T05:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T05:38:03.615-06:00</updated><title type='text'>*Reaching the unreachable ...*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DZMAdV1QK1Q/TrUfjkCDKFI/AAAAAAAAGGo/vijwQrj9odc/s1600/saved.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" width="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DZMAdV1QK1Q/TrUfjkCDKFI/AAAAAAAAGGo/vijwQrj9odc/s400/saved.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F3Ox295Mz4M/TrUf133JYuI/AAAAAAAAGG0/HITvE3c84KY/s1600/drowning2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" width="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F3Ox295Mz4M/TrUf133JYuI/AAAAAAAAGG0/HITvE3c84KY/s400/drowning2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21087472-2530814042878795912?l=warmasylum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21087472/posts/default/2530814042878795912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21087472/posts/default/2530814042878795912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warmasylum.blogspot.com/2011/11/reaching-unreachable.html' title='*Reaching the unreachable ...*'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uAC0unQyUCg/Rwg8p_7ifcI/AAAAAAAAAFs/8fHnWH41MZE/s320/100_2111.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DZMAdV1QK1Q/TrUfjkCDKFI/AAAAAAAAGGo/vijwQrj9odc/s72-c/saved.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21087472.post-3672951529756566220</id><published>2011-11-01T17:57:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T18:21:57.720-06:00</updated><title type='text'>*Sweet November- A tradition and a promise*</title><content type='html'>Sara: What are you doing? &lt;br /&gt;Nelson: Buying redemption. &lt;br /&gt;Sara: Redemption's not for sale today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watch this movie every year in November. Skipped it last year, but not this one. I love it. I've learned that beautiful things can change your life in one simple moment...one simple day...or one simple month.  They may not have the ending you hope for but your life can never be the same, never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Tm249Zbv42Y?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21087472-3672951529756566220?l=warmasylum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21087472/posts/default/3672951529756566220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21087472/posts/default/3672951529756566220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warmasylum.blogspot.com/2011/11/sweet-november-again.html' title='*Sweet November- A tradition and a promise*'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uAC0unQyUCg/Rwg8p_7ifcI/AAAAAAAAAFs/8fHnWH41MZE/s320/100_2111.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Tm249Zbv42Y/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21087472.post-987400312994761542</id><published>2011-10-29T20:15:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T05:51:52.532-06:00</updated><title type='text'>*When words fail you... your musical fave'z will not*</title><content type='html'>One of my favorite songs to groove too.  Funny how the blue butterfly never ceases to make an appearance. *shocked face*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/iYzoVj5HWOc?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random photoz that prove I groove.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rNp1A4eIkYM/TrUjRuFnF4I/AAAAAAAAGHw/4gKyEU7mFHg/s1600/cali50.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="391" width="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rNp1A4eIkYM/TrUjRuFnF4I/AAAAAAAAGHw/4gKyEU7mFHg/s400/cali50.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZOMO3wf5ZmY/Tqyy6XUE3pI/AAAAAAAAGFA/u3zohIbigWc/s1600/dancin%2Bkim.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="263" width="127" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZOMO3wf5ZmY/Tqyy6XUE3pI/AAAAAAAAGFA/u3zohIbigWc/s320/dancin%2Bkim.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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Vedder</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/QBML5DCNTOc?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does it get any better than this?  Sweet find!  I have always thought the lyrics to this song were perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know you&lt;br /&gt;But I want you&lt;br /&gt;All the more for that&lt;br /&gt;Words fall through me&lt;br /&gt;And always fool me&lt;br /&gt;And I can't react&lt;br /&gt;And games that never amount&lt;br /&gt;To more than they're meant&lt;br /&gt;Will play themselves out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take this sinking boat and point it home&lt;br /&gt;We've still got time&lt;br /&gt;Raise your hopeful voice you have a choice&lt;br /&gt;You'll make it now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falling slowly, eyes that know me&lt;br /&gt;And I can't go back&lt;br /&gt;Moods that take me and erase me&lt;br /&gt;And I'm painted black&lt;br /&gt;You have suffered enough&lt;br /&gt;And warred with yourself&lt;br /&gt;It's time that you won&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take this sinking boat and point it home&lt;br /&gt;We've still got time&lt;br /&gt;Raise your hopeful voice you have a choice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've made it now&lt;br /&gt;Falling slowly sing your melody&lt;br /&gt;I'll sing it loud&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21087472-5052837667900434797?l=warmasylum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21087472/posts/default/5052837667900434797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21087472/posts/default/5052837667900434797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warmasylum.blogspot.com/2011/10/hansard-vedder.html' title='*Hansard &amp; Vedder'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uAC0unQyUCg/Rwg8p_7ifcI/AAAAAAAAAFs/8fHnWH41MZE/s320/100_2111.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/QBML5DCNTOc/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21087472.post-3316310699086867914</id><published>2011-10-18T17:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T17:45:08.305-06:00</updated><title type='text'>*Robot or Wizard?*</title><content type='html'>Laughed my head off when I read this!  That look on Bleu's face?  He was seriously upset, no joke! ahhahahhhha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TZ3Fri0y9kA/Tp4PZvWQ5_I/AAAAAAAAGEQ/lJE6VBBNgzE/s1600/robot%2Bor%2Bwizard.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" width="267" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TZ3Fri0y9kA/Tp4PZvWQ5_I/AAAAAAAAGEQ/lJE6VBBNgzE/s400/robot%2Bor%2Bwizard.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21087472-3316310699086867914?l=warmasylum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21087472/posts/default/3316310699086867914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21087472/posts/default/3316310699086867914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warmasylum.blogspot.com/2011/10/robot-or-wizard.html' title='*Robot or Wizard?*'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uAC0unQyUCg/Rwg8p_7ifcI/AAAAAAAAAFs/8fHnWH41MZE/s320/100_2111.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TZ3Fri0y9kA/Tp4PZvWQ5_I/AAAAAAAAGEQ/lJE6VBBNgzE/s72-c/robot%2Bor%2Bwizard.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21087472.post-6359562251965716779</id><published>2011-10-18T17:25:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T17:36:02.134-06:00</updated><title type='text'>*Some starz refuse to shine...*</title><content type='html'>&lt;object style="height: 390px; width: 640px;"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="https://www.youtube.com/v/eMccPJqyg0o?version=3"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="https://www.youtube.com/v/eMccPJqyg0o?version=3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="640" height="360"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanx to Cory Mon for sharing this song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps. Cory Mon is an amazing artist. Go here to check out his work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.corymon.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.corymon.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21087472-6359562251965716779?l=warmasylum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.corymon.com/' title='*Some starz refuse to shine...*'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21087472/posts/default/6359562251965716779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21087472/posts/default/6359562251965716779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warmasylum.blogspot.com/2011/10/some-starz-refuse-to-shine.html' title='*Some starz refuse to shine...*'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uAC0unQyUCg/Rwg8p_7ifcI/AAAAAAAAAFs/8fHnWH41MZE/s320/100_2111.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21087472.post-5414938447441560027</id><published>2011-10-15T14:32:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-15T14:43:49.779-06:00</updated><title type='text'>*The veil worker*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.kickstarter.com/projects/1429656752/the-veil-worker"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is me and my friend Rocky Cordray.  He has just put together a book of his art, poetry, and essays.  It is called, "The veil worker".  He is very talented, deeply spiritual, and has a keen sense of knowledge as to the things he believes in.  I admire his passion for this topic of his personal beliefs and the rich symbolism that his work portrays.  Wishing him success in this new and exciting adventure! &lt;br /&gt;P.s. He is also the best Deejay I've ever heard. *Thumbs up*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TM-Ma4V2dQE/TpntPrsgYwI/AAAAAAAAGEE/pBwlTf0UkRo/s1600/RockMeTNPam.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TM-Ma4V2dQE/TpntPrsgYwI/AAAAAAAAGEE/pBwlTf0UkRo/s320/RockMeTNPam.JPG" width="222" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://kck.st/rn1qJF"&gt;http://kck.st/rn1qJF&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe frameborder="0" height="410" src="http://www.kickstarter.com/projects/1429656752/the-veil-worker/widget/video.html" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21087472-5414938447441560027?l=warmasylum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.kickstarter.com/projects/1429656752/the-veil-worker' title='*The veil worker*'/><link rel='enclosure' type='' href='http://www.kickstarter.com/projects/1429656752/the-veil-worker' length='0'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21087472/posts/default/5414938447441560027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21087472/posts/default/5414938447441560027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warmasylum.blogspot.com/2011/10/veil-worker.html' title='*The veil worker*'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uAC0unQyUCg/Rwg8p_7ifcI/AAAAAAAAAFs/8fHnWH41MZE/s320/100_2111.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TM-Ma4V2dQE/TpntPrsgYwI/AAAAAAAAGEE/pBwlTf0UkRo/s72-c/RockMeTNPam.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21087472.post-6742741452835154981</id><published>2011-10-14T18:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T18:30:24.806-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"A fire still burning"</title><content type='html'>‎"My name is Brandon Flowers. I'm a father, a husband, and I'm a Mormon."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(As my friend, Jeff, so simply wrote under this video on his Facebook page, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well done"...I agree. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps. Brandon Flowers is the lead singer of "The Killers" incase you didn't know. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/4PF0h7oqUEQ?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/uBENjCPS8LI?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21087472-6742741452835154981?l=warmasylum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21087472/posts/default/6742741452835154981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21087472/posts/default/6742741452835154981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warmasylum.blogspot.com/2011/10/fire-still-burning.html' title='&quot;A fire still burning&quot;'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uAC0unQyUCg/Rwg8p_7ifcI/AAAAAAAAAFs/8fHnWH41MZE/s320/100_2111.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/4PF0h7oqUEQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21087472.post-6199952779095986903</id><published>2011-10-12T18:38:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T18:56:24.673-06:00</updated><title type='text'>*Ravages of spirit...*</title><content type='html'>Pains of the past are sometimes brutal to let go of.  I find myself often being stuck there.  I have loved deeply and the deeper you love the harder it is to let go, just as this song says.  I know how crucial it is to move forward and I do that with fresh courage and HOPE. Like I wrote last September 2010 "I just can't shake it, but I HAVE to!"  It's time... the future holds beautiful things and I will embrace them as they come.  Tonight is my last weepy night over current circumstances.  I will not be shouting, "Play it again, Sarah!"  I will let the Lord help heal me and move me in the direction of my own home...wherever that may be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/cCIw4gc6G8Q?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21087472-6199952779095986903?l=warmasylum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21087472/posts/default/6199952779095986903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21087472/posts/default/6199952779095986903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warmasylum.blogspot.com/2011/10/ravages-of-spirit.html' title='*Ravages of spirit...*'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uAC0unQyUCg/Rwg8p_7ifcI/AAAAAAAAAFs/8fHnWH41MZE/s320/100_2111.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/cCIw4gc6G8Q/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21087472.post-1963094014191019647</id><published>2011-10-10T14:34:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T18:38:43.259-06:00</updated><title type='text'>*Recent thoughts*</title><content type='html'>I guarantee that no great man ever became great, unless he had someone that believed in him. Even if that someone was from up above and he felt it in his heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tell me how would you feel? You'd probably give up too...if nobody believed in you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/-zNUCRRBAHs?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few favorite quotes from my journal reading this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sometimes we are flown into peoples lives when they just need to be cheered up and reasurred.  And it turns out that it just happens to be your job, we don't know why...in your case it was my job."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Sliding Doors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If mutual affection cannot be...let the more loving one be me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Felicity&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21087472-1963094014191019647?l=warmasylum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21087472/posts/default/1963094014191019647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21087472/posts/default/1963094014191019647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warmasylum.blogspot.com/2011/10/things-ive-recently-learned.html' title='*Recent thoughts*'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uAC0unQyUCg/Rwg8p_7ifcI/AAAAAAAAAFs/8fHnWH41MZE/s320/100_2111.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/-zNUCRRBAHs/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21087472.post-4591317240707976454</id><published>2011-10-09T21:41:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T22:14:11.107-06:00</updated><title type='text'>*Old School*</title><content type='html'>I loved this. Ha! So true!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wo_lJKuwhok/TpJpRsEod4I/AAAAAAAAGD0/zkPpWXPSEEU/s1600/old%2Bschool.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" width="267" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wo_lJKuwhok/TpJpRsEod4I/AAAAAAAAGD0/zkPpWXPSEEU/s400/old%2Bschool.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My old "boom-box" and mix tapes. AWESOME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xJZTW3hI4hY/TpJxDa4hFYI/AAAAAAAAGD8/QPcGIqoBvsc/s1600/IMG_3311.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" width="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xJZTW3hI4hY/TpJxDa4hFYI/AAAAAAAAGD8/QPcGIqoBvsc/s400/IMG_3311.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21087472-4591317240707976454?l=warmasylum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21087472/posts/default/4591317240707976454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21087472/posts/default/4591317240707976454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warmasylum.blogspot.com/2011/10/old-school.html' title='*Old School*'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uAC0unQyUCg/Rwg8p_7ifcI/AAAAAAAAAFs/8fHnWH41MZE/s320/100_2111.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wo_lJKuwhok/TpJpRsEod4I/AAAAAAAAGD0/zkPpWXPSEEU/s72-c/old%2Bschool.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21087472.post-6767165795383197607</id><published>2011-10-07T22:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-07T22:25:59.013-06:00</updated><title type='text'>*Nash's wedding...*</title><content type='html'>...was great!  It was as cowboy as cowboy gets!  I even put on some shiz-kickerz for the event as well. :) &amp;nbsp;Beautiful ceremony, beautiful couple, a Yee Haww of a good time reception. (mechanical bull and all!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rzI58R8X-9o/To_QMCb49TI/AAAAAAAAGDo/bC2lymvLUrg/s1600/nash+and+shauna+wed1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rzI58R8X-9o/To_QMCb49TI/AAAAAAAAGDo/bC2lymvLUrg/s320/nash+and+shauna+wed1.jpg" width="238" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FrED8ueOAYk/To_Qh1b-fQI/AAAAAAAAGDs/TtK7MjymH6k/s1600/pjk-3.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FrED8ueOAYk/To_Qh1b-fQI/AAAAAAAAGDs/TtK7MjymH6k/s320/pjk-3.JPG" width="196" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21087472-6767165795383197607?l=warmasylum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21087472/posts/default/6767165795383197607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21087472/posts/default/6767165795383197607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warmasylum.blogspot.com/2011/10/nashs-wedding.html' title='*Nash&apos;s wedding...*'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uAC0unQyUCg/Rwg8p_7ifcI/AAAAAAAAAFs/8fHnWH41MZE/s320/100_2111.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rzI58R8X-9o/To_QMCb49TI/AAAAAAAAGDo/bC2lymvLUrg/s72-c/nash+and+shauna+wed1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21087472.post-5900016325577588011</id><published>2011-10-06T19:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T19:17:55.639-06:00</updated><title type='text'>*I've always been true to myself and always will be*</title><content type='html'>I've said it before, but I love that I've kept journals. I'm reading my jr. high ones and laughing my guts out. So embarrassing! The thing I never realized until recently was that I was always a gutsy little sucker! I WAS shy...but I still did things that would embarrass most people to death. Somethings never change. ;) After writing that I wanted to marry River Phoenix...I wrote the lyrics to this song and said, "This song keeps that hope in me." ha!!!!!!!!!!!!! Ps. I almost sent him a Book Of Mormon. For realz. ;) I was a 7th grader!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say this in all humility. I LOVE ME. I'm so glad I follow my heart...no matter what anyone thinks.  I work hard to trust in my feelings and just be myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/yVwHVxO9erk?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21087472-5900016325577588011?l=warmasylum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21087472/posts/default/5900016325577588011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21087472/posts/default/5900016325577588011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warmasylum.blogspot.com/2011/10/ive-always-been-true-to-myself-and.html' title='*I&apos;ve always been true to myself and always will be*'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uAC0unQyUCg/Rwg8p_7ifcI/AAAAAAAAAFs/8fHnWH41MZE/s320/100_2111.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/yVwHVxO9erk/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21087472.post-7479959596322595417</id><published>2011-10-01T15:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-01T15:46:00.018-06:00</updated><title type='text'>*I am not ashamed of The Gospel of Jesus Christ...*</title><content type='html'>...The Book Of Mormon is TRUE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="360"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="https://www.youtube.com/v/K7-XVLs6u-c&amp;hl=en_US&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;version=3"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="https://www.youtube.com/v/K7-XVLs6u-c&amp;hl=en_US&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;version=3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="640" height="360"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21087472-7479959596322595417?l=warmasylum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21087472/posts/default/7479959596322595417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21087472/posts/default/7479959596322595417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warmasylum.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-am-not-ashamed-of-gospel-of-jesus.html' title='*I am not ashamed of The Gospel of Jesus Christ...*'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uAC0unQyUCg/Rwg8p_7ifcI/AAAAAAAAAFs/8fHnWH41MZE/s320/100_2111.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21087472.post-3350656687165593262</id><published>2011-09-26T20:22:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T20:26:48.867-06:00</updated><title type='text'>*Ahh snap!*</title><content type='html'>I can't believe I failed to announce that my nephew Nash, is getting married in 3 days! Oops! He is our cowboy in the family and she is a REAL cowgirl. We are gonna have a whoopin' good time at his reception. Cowboy hats, boots, and the works! Can't wait. I love him tons and also love the girl he is marrying. They are a great match.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps. The photo beneath their invitation is me holding him as a baby. I was 16. Weird how fast the years have passed. Don't hate me because I was beautiful. *rolling eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pss. Not sure who the photographer is but I'll find out to give her/him credit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P1mPe6jmETM/ToEzI8EzcFI/AAAAAAAAGDU/Kipa1uDdv6g/s1600/nash%2Band%2Bshauna.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" width="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P1mPe6jmETM/ToEzI8EzcFI/AAAAAAAAGDU/Kipa1uDdv6g/s400/nash%2Band%2Bshauna.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AcXj5Xh0sLU/ToEy3CAS7ZI/AAAAAAAAGDM/PXhACyZCIWI/s1600/20100527-IMG_1512.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="390" width="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AcXj5Xh0sLU/ToEy3CAS7ZI/AAAAAAAAGDM/PXhACyZCIWI/s400/20100527-IMG_1512.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21087472-3350656687165593262?l=warmasylum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21087472/posts/default/3350656687165593262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21087472/posts/default/3350656687165593262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warmasylum.blogspot.com/2011/09/ahh-snap.html' title='*Ahh snap!*'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uAC0unQyUCg/Rwg8p_7ifcI/AAAAAAAAAFs/8fHnWH41MZE/s320/100_2111.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P1mPe6jmETM/ToEzI8EzcFI/AAAAAAAAGDU/Kipa1uDdv6g/s72-c/nash%2Band%2Bshauna.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21087472.post-8644865225198966819</id><published>2011-09-26T20:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T20:13:22.178-06:00</updated><title type='text'>*Dub Dub Dubsteppin' ...RAD!*</title><content type='html'>I know I said no more videos, but I'm totally without a personality right now.  Watch this guy Dub it up!  I might dance way better than he does but, I would never say that out loud. heh heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/sM7qFp_xdeE?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21087472-8644865225198966819?l=warmasylum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21087472/posts/default/8644865225198966819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21087472/posts/default/8644865225198966819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warmasylum.blogspot.com/2011/09/dub-dub-dubsteppin-rad.html' title='*Dub Dub Dubsteppin&apos; ...RAD!*'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uAC0unQyUCg/Rwg8p_7ifcI/AAAAAAAAAFs/8fHnWH41MZE/s320/100_2111.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/sM7qFp_xdeE/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21087472.post-1742220838448450799</id><published>2011-09-24T21:39:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-24T21:47:06.540-06:00</updated><title type='text'>*I'm a Great Aunt!*</title><content type='html'>On September 21st my niece Tiffany, gave birth to her first baby, a beautiful little girl that they named *&lt;b&gt;Elliana Sage Van Voorhis&lt;/b&gt;*  She is adorable! 8 pounds! Lot's of dark brown hair and huge bubba lips! So cute! I couldn't stop kissin' those chunker cheeks! :D Tiffany &amp; Josh are so in love with her and are already loving the feeling of being new parents.  I'm so happy for them and proud of them! I'm also excited to have this baby be a part of our family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BhDXaYL8zWM/Tn6hpL3bMHI/AAAAAAAAGCs/6Vun4898Lyw/s1600/Eliana%2Bkim.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" width="309" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BhDXaYL8zWM/Tn6hpL3bMHI/AAAAAAAAGCs/6Vun4898Lyw/s400/Eliana%2Bkim.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0ZHW9eND504/Tn6ht4u-z_I/AAAAAAAAGC0/q4Q3AwDVDlY/s1600/Elliana%2Bkim1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" width="323" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0ZHW9eND504/Tn6ht4u-z_I/AAAAAAAAGC0/q4Q3AwDVDlY/s400/Elliana%2Bkim1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FM75fH_B11o/Tn6h8EeM7tI/AAAAAAAAGC8/JfTw1qNkUL8/s1600/Elliana%2BSage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" width="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FM75fH_B11o/Tn6h8EeM7tI/AAAAAAAAGC8/JfTw1qNkUL8/s400/Elliana%2BSage.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-liX89BS5mBg/Tn6iIG1m2GI/AAAAAAAAGDE/Cr11s1sPyFU/s1600/Elliana%2Bhome.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" width="298" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-liX89BS5mBg/Tn6iIG1m2GI/AAAAAAAAGDE/Cr11s1sPyFU/s400/Elliana%2Bhome.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21087472-1742220838448450799?l=warmasylum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21087472/posts/default/1742220838448450799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21087472/posts/default/1742220838448450799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warmasylum.blogspot.com/2011/09/im-great-aunt.html' title='*I&apos;m a Great Aunt!*'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uAC0unQyUCg/Rwg8p_7ifcI/AAAAAAAAAFs/8fHnWH41MZE/s320/100_2111.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BhDXaYL8zWM/Tn6hpL3bMHI/AAAAAAAAGCs/6Vun4898Lyw/s72-c/Eliana%2Bkim.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21087472.post-1969327436975041019</id><published>2011-09-20T19:33:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T20:30:01.651-06:00</updated><title type='text'>*Loss of inspiration*</title><content type='html'>So, I'm in quiet mode right now.  My blog is so boring!  Who want's to watch all these videos I've posted?  I don't! hahahah  I'm sorry, I feel a bit blank and uninspired... tongue-tied?  Without feeling? A mute?! hahahh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this photo say's it all. It's cute and say's it all.  I'll try hard to get my spunk back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yaA0WYwCPyc/Tnk-iiXeOZI/AAAAAAAAGCc/-WH-crlKy6k/s1600/blank.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" width="318" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yaA0WYwCPyc/Tnk-iiXeOZI/AAAAAAAAGCc/-WH-crlKy6k/s400/blank.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21087472-1969327436975041019?l=warmasylum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21087472/posts/default/1969327436975041019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21087472/posts/default/1969327436975041019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warmasylum.blogspot.com/2011/09/loss-of-inspiration.html' title='*Loss of inspiration*'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uAC0unQyUCg/Rwg8p_7ifcI/AAAAAAAAAFs/8fHnWH41MZE/s320/100_2111.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yaA0WYwCPyc/Tnk-iiXeOZI/AAAAAAAAGCc/-WH-crlKy6k/s72-c/blank.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21087472.post-9079026285289036207</id><published>2011-09-20T18:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T18:38:34.982-06:00</updated><title type='text'>*Muse sings "Streets"*</title><content type='html'>So glad I heard this!  No one is allowed to cover U2 in my book. Only a few select songs by select people.  I can honestly say that Muse did a brilliant Job!  Of course it wouldn't be as good without the key to the song, THE EDGE and his guitar.  Well done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/QhWIbIQ2ucY?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21087472-9079026285289036207?l=warmasylum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21087472/posts/default/9079026285289036207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21087472/posts/default/9079026285289036207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warmasylum.blogspot.com/2011/09/muse-sings-streets.html' title='*Muse sings &quot;Streets&quot;*'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uAC0unQyUCg/Rwg8p_7ifcI/AAAAAAAAAFs/8fHnWH41MZE/s320/100_2111.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/QhWIbIQ2ucY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21087472.post-5712922038374686710</id><published>2011-09-12T21:40:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T21:44:02.741-06:00</updated><title type='text'>*Ivy &amp; Gold*</title><content type='html'>So, I went on walk at the Beach in Spain with my Best Friends mini-shuffle. &amp;nbsp;I had forgot my iPod so I borrowed hers. &amp;nbsp;I asked Heavenly Father a question (something I often do on walks) and it was interesting because several songs came on that kind of applied quite well, in a strange sort of way, to what I asked. &amp;nbsp;I didn't know any of the songs and my friends mini-shuffle doesn't show the name of the song or who sings it. &amp;nbsp;So I wrote some lyrics down later and looked them up on iTunes when I got home. &amp;nbsp;I found this song to be especially fitting. &amp;nbsp;It was kind of crazy because a photo of one of the bands albums came up and It was a photo I had seen before. A photo that had puzzled me and I wondered where it came from or what the meaning was behind it. &amp;nbsp;Well, it came from the cover of an album by the Bombay Bicycle Club. Ha! &amp;nbsp;One of those Serendipity things I guess ;) &amp;nbsp;Anyhoo, here's the song. &amp;nbsp;It has stayed in my head and It makes me happy. &amp;nbsp;Hope it makes you happy too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Ivy and Gold- Bombay Bicycle Club&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="345" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/vJfQHKUhfZg?rel=0" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21087472-5712922038374686710?l=warmasylum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21087472/posts/default/5712922038374686710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21087472/posts/default/5712922038374686710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warmasylum.blogspot.com/2011/09/ivy-gold.html' title='*Ivy &amp; Gold*'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uAC0unQyUCg/Rwg8p_7ifcI/AAAAAAAAAFs/8fHnWH41MZE/s320/100_2111.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/vJfQHKUhfZg/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21087472.post-8830630198045353015</id><published>2011-09-11T14:44:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T21:50:52.321-06:00</updated><title type='text'>*Psalms 46*</title><content type='html'>Perfectly appropriate for today.  Thank you, Mr. President. &amp;nbsp;This is one of my favorite Psalms and one of the most powerful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=10,0,0,0" height="245" id="msnbc5a8bd8" width="420"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/32545640" /&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="launch=44475601&amp;amp;width=420&amp;amp;height=245" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent" /&gt;&lt;embed name="msnbc5a8bd8" src="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/32545640" width="420" height="245" FlashVars="launch=44475601&amp;amp;width=420&amp;amp;height=245" allowscriptaccess="always" allowFullScreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.adobe.com/shockwave/download/download.cgi?P1_Prod_Version=ShockwaveFlash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background: transparent; color: #999999; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; margin-top: 5px; text-align: center; width: 420px;"&gt;Visit msnbc.com for &lt;a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/" style="border-bottom: 1px dotted #999 !important; color: #5799DB !important; font-weight: normal !important; height: 13px; text-decoration: none !important;"&gt;breaking news&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/3032507" style="border-bottom: 1px dotted #999 !important; color: #5799DB !important; font-weight: normal !important; height: 13px; text-decoration: none !important;"&gt;world news&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/3032072" style="border-bottom: 1px dotted #999 !important; color: #5799DB !important; font-weight: normal !important; height: 13px; text-decoration: none !important;"&gt;news about the economy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psalms 46&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 God is our refuge and strength, a very present help in trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 Therefore we will not fear, though the earth be removed, and though the mountains be carried into the midst of the sea;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Though the waters thereof roar and be troubled, though the mountains shake with the swelling thereof. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 There is a river, the streams whereof shall make glad the city of God, the holy place of the tabernacles of the most High.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 God is in the midst of her; she shall not be moved: God shall help her, just at the break of dawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 The heathen raged, the kingdoms were moved: he uttered his voice, the earth melted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 The Lord of hosts is with us; the God of Jacob is our refuge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 Come, behold the works of the Lord, what desolations he hath made in the earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 He maketh wars to cease unto the end of the earth; he breaketh the bow, and cutteth the spear in sunder; he burneth the chariot in the fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 Be still, and know that I am God: I will be exalted among the heathen, I will be exalted in the earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11 The Lord of hosts is with us; the God of Jacob is our refuge.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21087472-8830630198045353015?l=warmasylum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21087472/posts/default/8830630198045353015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21087472/posts/default/8830630198045353015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warmasylum.blogspot.com/2011/09/psalms-46.html' title='*Psalms 46*'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uAC0unQyUCg/Rwg8p_7ifcI/AAAAAAAAAFs/8fHnWH41MZE/s320/100_2111.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21087472.post-8076013901527854721</id><published>2011-09-08T10:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T10:54:17.266-06:00</updated><title type='text'>*Thought for the day*</title><content type='html'>"It is better to conquer yourself than to win a thousand battles. Then the victory is yours. It cannot be taken from you, not by angels or by demons, heaven or hell."&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;~Buddha &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t1nfcL7LzEA/TmjzLoqv7GI/AAAAAAAAGCQ/Ovtt13hYRus/s1600/IMG_8667-1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" width="267" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t1nfcL7LzEA/TmjzLoqv7GI/AAAAAAAAGCQ/Ovtt13hYRus/s400/IMG_8667-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21087472-8076013901527854721?l=warmasylum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21087472/posts/default/8076013901527854721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21087472/posts/default/8076013901527854721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warmasylum.blogspot.com/2011/09/thought-for-day.html' title='*Thought for the day*'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uAC0unQyUCg/Rwg8p_7ifcI/AAAAAAAAAFs/8fHnWH41MZE/s320/100_2111.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t1nfcL7LzEA/TmjzLoqv7GI/AAAAAAAAGCQ/Ovtt13hYRus/s72-c/IMG_8667-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21087472.post-4726366326139279338</id><published>2011-09-04T16:25:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T16:32:07.653-06:00</updated><title type='text'>*Kimmy, I love you*</title><content type='html'>Probably the most adorable thing I've ever heard!  I love you, Henley! Thank you for your love song!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://khu.sh/usersong_4e6182d3b349e"&gt;http://khu.sh/usersong_4e6182d3b349e&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QZ4UxlY3tYI/TmP6ngLO_rI/AAAAAAAAGBw/7mVPSX77ODY/s1600/henny%2Bmickey%2Bmouse.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="389" width="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QZ4UxlY3tYI/TmP6ngLO_rI/AAAAAAAAGBw/7mVPSX77ODY/s400/henny%2Bmickey%2Bmouse.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yM0NYwVtHpI/TmP6vOSt4XI/AAAAAAAAGB4/BwIPvQtM0is/s1600/henny%2Bsee%2Bno%2Bevil.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="270" width="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yM0NYwVtHpI/TmP6vOSt4XI/AAAAAAAAGB4/BwIPvQtM0is/s400/henny%2Bsee%2Bno%2Bevil.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kHkR53FOXfk/TmP8Y0sWrrI/AAAAAAAAGCA/WaX8KAcGMZE/s1600/henny%2Bpenny.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" width="267" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kHkR53FOXfk/TmP8Y0sWrrI/AAAAAAAAGCA/WaX8KAcGMZE/s400/henny%2Bpenny.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21087472-4726366326139279338?l=warmasylum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21087472/posts/default/4726366326139279338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21087472/posts/default/4726366326139279338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warmasylum.blogspot.com/2011/09/kimmy-i-love-you.html' title='*Kimmy, I love you*'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uAC0unQyUCg/Rwg8p_7ifcI/AAAAAAAAAFs/8fHnWH41MZE/s320/100_2111.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QZ4UxlY3tYI/TmP6ngLO_rI/AAAAAAAAGBw/7mVPSX77ODY/s72-c/henny%2Bmickey%2Bmouse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21087472.post-7654024080712193662</id><published>2011-09-02T13:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T13:10:25.386-06:00</updated><title type='text'>*Spain Spain I know your name!*</title><content type='html'>I went, I saw, and I loved it.  Spain was great and seeing my British friends who I haven't seen in 10 years was even better.  So grateful for the opportunity to go.  I'll post pics soon...but until then, here is me with my awesome tan I got! *wink wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GhpGHrWJsLw/TmEqEGGpX5I/AAAAAAAAGBo/oY8q75YR3c0/s1600/IMG_3755-1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" width="264" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GhpGHrWJsLw/TmEqEGGpX5I/AAAAAAAAGBo/oY8q75YR3c0/s400/IMG_3755-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21087472-7654024080712193662?l=warmasylum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21087472/posts/default/7654024080712193662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21087472/posts/default/7654024080712193662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warmasylum.blogspot.com/2011/09/spain-spain-i-know-your-name.html' title='*Spain Spain I know your name!*'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uAC0unQyUCg/Rwg8p_7ifcI/AAAAAAAAAFs/8fHnWH41MZE/s320/100_2111.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GhpGHrWJsLw/TmEqEGGpX5I/AAAAAAAAGBo/oY8q75YR3c0/s72-c/IMG_3755-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21087472.post-5769245503373953365</id><published>2011-08-17T00:33:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-17T00:34:22.242-06:00</updated><title type='text'>*Bye Bye Utah*</title><content type='html'>My bags are packed and I'm ready to go...see ya soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/KoPT5Mq1pzQ" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21087472-5769245503373953365?l=warmasylum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21087472/posts/default/5769245503373953365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21087472/posts/default/5769245503373953365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warmasylum.blogspot.com/2011/08/bye-bye-utah.html' title='*Bye Bye Utah*'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uAC0unQyUCg/Rwg8p_7ifcI/AAAAAAAAAFs/8fHnWH41MZE/s320/100_2111.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/KoPT5Mq1pzQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21087472.post-8206182654324325681</id><published>2011-08-12T22:07:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T22:29:38.862-06:00</updated><title type='text'>*Have a laugh*</title><content type='html'>I love that my brother in law introduced me to these. So classic! hahhhaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/gspaoaecNAg" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/paNiEdFTvuA" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/HtzZx1Zt86A" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/FukzyfIqYf8" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21087472-8206182654324325681?l=warmasylum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21087472/posts/default/8206182654324325681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21087472/posts/default/8206182654324325681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warmasylum.blogspot.com/2011/08/have-laugh.html' title='*Have a laugh*'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uAC0unQyUCg/Rwg8p_7ifcI/AAAAAAAAAFs/8fHnWH41MZE/s320/100_2111.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/gspaoaecNAg/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21087472.post-5984378228868908566</id><published>2011-08-12T20:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T20:51:01.168-06:00</updated><title type='text'>*I don't know weh*</title><content type='html'>I'm sorry but I could not stop laughing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background-color:#000000;width:520px;"&gt;&lt;div style="padding:4px;"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.mtvnservices.com/mgid:cms:item:comedycentral.com:394360" width="512" height="288" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowFullScreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" base="." flashVars=""&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:left;background-color:#FFFFFF;padding:4px;margin-top:4px;margin-bottom:0px;font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.colbertnation.com/the-colbert-report-videos/394360/august-10-2011/yaweh-or-no-way----mormons---god-s-poll-numbers"&gt;The Colbert Report&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Get More: &lt;a href='http://www.colbertnation.com/full-episodes/'&gt;Colbert Report Full Episodes&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href='http://www.indecisionforever.com/'&gt;Political Humor &amp; Satire Blog&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href='http://www.colbertnation.com/video'&gt;Video Archive&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&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/21087472-5984378228868908566?l=warmasylum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21087472/posts/default/5984378228868908566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21087472/posts/default/5984378228868908566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warmasylum.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-dont-know-weh.html' title='*I don&apos;t know weh*'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uAC0unQyUCg/Rwg8p_7ifcI/AAAAAAAAAFs/8fHnWH41MZE/s320/100_2111.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21087472.post-6022920229698501143</id><published>2011-08-06T19:14:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T19:22:33.007-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"I'm leavin' on a jet plane...</title><content type='html'>...to a little place called SPAIN!"  Okay, so yay! I'm going to Denia, Spain in about two weeks with my best friend. We are meeting up with our British friends who we haven't seen in 8 years.  They go on "holiday" there almost every year and I've been invited for the last 3 years. FINALLY I'm able to go! Fingers crossed for good health/peace for me and for my family while I'm away. I NEED THIS! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spain+British Friends+BFF= SO STOKED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1c05JOuiUE4/Tj3mbo6aQ2I/AAAAAAAAGAM/7D6E5Q5yMIg/s1600/denia%2Bspain.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="301" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1c05JOuiUE4/Tj3mbo6aQ2I/AAAAAAAAGAM/7D6E5Q5yMIg/s400/denia%2Bspain.bmp" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/d&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ayg1XrUAv_I/Tj3mwbUJ8OI/AAAAAAAAGAU/lotGDYmUJwE/s1600/Denia%2BSpain2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="250" width="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ayg1XrUAv_I/Tj3mwbUJ8OI/AAAAAAAAGAU/lotGDYmUJwE/s400/Denia%2BSpain2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BNiuwItL1eA/Tj3nRmRhGtI/AAAAAAAAGAc/q351g0hhMAg/s1600/Denia_Beach.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="367" width="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BNiuwItL1eA/Tj3nRmRhGtI/AAAAAAAAGAc/q351g0hhMAg/s400/Denia_Beach.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't look very pretty does it? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21087472-6022920229698501143?l=warmasylum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21087472/posts/default/6022920229698501143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21087472/posts/default/6022920229698501143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warmasylum.blogspot.com/2011/08/im-leavin-on-jet-plane.html' title='&quot;I&apos;m leavin&apos; on a jet plane...'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uAC0unQyUCg/Rwg8p_7ifcI/AAAAAAAAAFs/8fHnWH41MZE/s320/100_2111.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1c05JOuiUE4/Tj3mbo6aQ2I/AAAAAAAAGAM/7D6E5Q5yMIg/s72-c/denia%2Bspain.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21087472.post-8940005415570810647</id><published>2011-08-06T16:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T16:24:34.606-06:00</updated><title type='text'>*Believer*</title><content type='html'>Dedicated to my great friends who have stood by me for so damn long through consistent trials. "I get by with a little help from my friends" never truer words were spoken. Thank you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps. Gotta love me some Ben Kweller. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Yd7fi2i0370" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21087472-8940005415570810647?l=warmasylum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21087472/posts/default/8940005415570810647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21087472/posts/default/8940005415570810647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warmasylum.blogspot.com/2011/08/believer.html' title='*Believer*'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uAC0unQyUCg/Rwg8p_7ifcI/AAAAAAAAAFs/8fHnWH41MZE/s320/100_2111.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Yd7fi2i0370/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21087472.post-4711534052248073230</id><published>2011-07-31T18:00:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T18:08:03.953-06:00</updated><title type='text'>*Everlasting Splendors*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j7uE7lo_CyI/TjXtxHpMqJI/AAAAAAAAF_s/yinW6-fMi_Y/s1600/IMG_6610.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="277" width="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j7uE7lo_CyI/TjXtxHpMqJI/AAAAAAAAF_s/yinW6-fMi_Y/s400/IMG_6610.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It is a serious thing to live in a society of possible gods and goddesses, to remember that the dullest and most uninteresting person you can talk to may one day be a creature which, if you say it now, you would be strongly tempted to worship, or else a horror and a corruption such as you now meet, if at all, only in a nightmare. All day long we are, in some degree, helping each other to one or other of these destinations. It is in the light of these overwhelming possibilities, it is with the awe and circumspection proper to them, that we should conduct all our dealings with one another, all friendships, all loves, all play, all politics. There are no ordinary people. You have never talked to a mere mortal. Nations, cultures, arts, civilizations – these are mortal, and their life is to ours as the life of a gnat. But it is immortals whom we joke with, work with, marry, snub, and exploit – immortal horrors, or everlasting splendors."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ C.S. Lewis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo taken in Lehi, Utah.  I'm guessing 2006. I have no concept of time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21087472-4711534052248073230?l=warmasylum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21087472/posts/default/4711534052248073230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21087472/posts/default/4711534052248073230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warmasylum.blogspot.com/2011/07/everlasting-splendors.html' title='*Everlasting Splendors*'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uAC0unQyUCg/Rwg8p_7ifcI/AAAAAAAAAFs/8fHnWH41MZE/s320/100_2111.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j7uE7lo_CyI/TjXtxHpMqJI/AAAAAAAAF_s/yinW6-fMi_Y/s72-c/IMG_6610.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21087472.post-7312848473577129225</id><published>2011-07-28T23:47:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-28T23:58:00.112-06:00</updated><title type='text'>*Say Anything*</title><content type='html'>I KNOW I've done a post on one of the greatest movies ever,'Say Anything'. I would be shocked if I haven't. My love of the movie is based around Lloyd Dobler.  The Man of all men.  A man who stands outside a girls house with a ghetto blaster over his head to try and win her heart back...or to tell her he's not giving up on her.  It also happens to have one of my favorite songs of all time playing during that moment...a moment that went down in movie history.  Here's the trailer, the song, the AMAZING lyrics, and my old bathroom that reminded me daily that I'm worth a man standing outside MY DOOR with a ghetto blaster. :D  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/mFV7FnbhBRY" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Zrzr4R3LpsQ" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love I get so lost, sometimes&lt;br /&gt;days pass and this emptiness fills my heart&lt;br /&gt;when I want to run away&lt;br /&gt;I drive off in my car&lt;br /&gt;but whichever way I go&lt;br /&gt;I come back to the place you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all my instincts, they return&lt;br /&gt;and the grand facade, so soon will burn&lt;br /&gt;without a noise, without my pride&lt;br /&gt;I reach out from the inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;the light the heat&lt;br /&gt;in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;I am complete&lt;br /&gt;in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;I see the doorway to a thousand churches&lt;br /&gt;in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;the resolution of all the fruitless searches&lt;br /&gt;in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;I see the light and the heat&lt;br /&gt;in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;oh, I want to be that complete&lt;br /&gt;I want to touch the light&lt;br /&gt;the heat I see in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love, I don't like to see so much pain&lt;br /&gt;so much wasted and this moment keeps slipping away&lt;br /&gt;I get so tired of working so hard for our survival&lt;br /&gt;I look to the time with you to keep me awake and alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and all my instincts, they return&lt;br /&gt;and the grand facade, so soon will burn&lt;br /&gt;without a noise, without my pride&lt;br /&gt;I reach out from the inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;the light the heat&lt;br /&gt;in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;I am complete&lt;br /&gt;in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;I see the doorway to a thousand churches&lt;br /&gt;in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;the resolution of all the fruitless searches&lt;br /&gt;in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;I see the light and the heat&lt;br /&gt;in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;oh, I want to be that complete&lt;br /&gt;I want to touch the light,&lt;br /&gt;the heat I see in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;in your eyes in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6xbicANWmso/TjJJC8a98SI/AAAAAAAAF-0/CVoXQ8BxOns/s1600/l_2eaf60c2453b25e1f9634f4be9f00d2c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="268" width="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6xbicANWmso/TjJJC8a98SI/AAAAAAAAF-0/CVoXQ8BxOns/s400/l_2eaf60c2453b25e1f9634f4be9f00d2c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21087472-7312848473577129225?l=warmasylum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21087472/posts/default/7312848473577129225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21087472/posts/default/7312848473577129225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warmasylum.blogspot.com/2011/07/say-anything.html' title='*Say Anything*'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uAC0unQyUCg/Rwg8p_7ifcI/AAAAAAAAAFs/8fHnWH41MZE/s320/100_2111.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/mFV7FnbhBRY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21087472.post-3200217485506180140</id><published>2011-07-19T20:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T20:50:54.238-06:00</updated><title type='text'>*Let go*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r-5vBoygmOQ/TiZChSwCuSI/AAAAAAAAF-k/ydNlkjQA5Io/s1600/l_f9d7810aa1e17afcef332ba4bed29444-3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" width="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r-5vBoygmOQ/TiZChSwCuSI/AAAAAAAAF-k/ydNlkjQA5Io/s400/l_f9d7810aa1e17afcef332ba4bed29444-3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21087472-3200217485506180140?l=warmasylum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21087472/posts/default/3200217485506180140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21087472/posts/default/3200217485506180140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warmasylum.blogspot.com/2011/07/let-go.html' title='*Let go*'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uAC0unQyUCg/Rwg8p_7ifcI/AAAAAAAAAFs/8fHnWH41MZE/s320/100_2111.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r-5vBoygmOQ/TiZChSwCuSI/AAAAAAAAF-k/ydNlkjQA5Io/s72-c/l_f9d7810aa1e17afcef332ba4bed29444-3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21087472.post-5692400535941971859</id><published>2011-07-17T19:09:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T01:25:17.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*All my friends are dead*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6QDg5SMzoXE/TiOHjYSl4tI/AAAAAAAAF-c/u4e2IEP0MCc/s1600/all%2Bmy%2Bfriends%2Bare%2Bdead.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" width="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6QDg5SMzoXE/TiOHjYSl4tI/AAAAAAAAF-c/u4e2IEP0MCc/s400/all%2Bmy%2Bfriends%2Bare%2Bdead.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you're a dinosaur, all of your friends are dead. If you're a pirate, all of your friends have scurvy. If you're a tree, all of your friends are end tables. Each page of this laugh-out-loud illustrated humor book showcases the downside of being everything from a clown to a cassette tape to a zombie. Cute and dark all at once, this hilarious children's book for adults teaches valuable lessons about life while exploring each cartoon character's unique grievance and wide-eyed predicament. From the sock whose only friends have gone missing to the houseplant whose friends are being slowly killed by irresponsible plant owners (like you), All My Friends Are Dead presents a delightful primer for laughing at the inevitable."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21087472-5692400535941971859?l=warmasylum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21087472/posts/default/5692400535941971859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21087472/posts/default/5692400535941971859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warmasylum.blogspot.com/2011/07/all-my-friends-are-dead.html' title='*All my friends are dead*'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uAC0unQyUCg/Rwg8p_7ifcI/AAAAAAAAAFs/8fHnWH41MZE/s320/100_2111.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6QDg5SMzoXE/TiOHjYSl4tI/AAAAAAAAF-c/u4e2IEP0MCc/s72-c/all%2Bmy%2Bfriends%2Bare%2Bdead.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21087472.post-8793004350032984232</id><published>2011-07-17T15:05:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T16:00:22.105-06:00</updated><title type='text'>*Who I will marry*</title><content type='html'>Some people want to know why I'm not married.  Some people have asked me and some people haven't dared to.  Some people think I must be too picky, or maybe they think it's because she struggles with depression and anxiety and that no one would want to deal with that.  Maybe it's the CATS. 3? Really?  Yes...3! That has to be a big part of it. (haha) So, why AM I not married?  Only heaven can reveal that.  I could simply say that it hasn't been the right timing.  Heavenly Father had a different plan for me.  One that I never thought would be given to me.  One that has been severely painful but would bring beautiful results (so I've been told).  Has it been hard to be single?  Yes and no.  I see clearly the man I would want...the one at least I would hope for and he will be worth the wait.  Should I have a list of requirements? Whether you answer yes or no, I sure do! and I think you will agree at the end of reading them, that they are not unreasonable.  He should also expect the same of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- He will see me for who I really am.  He will see my heart in my eyes and in all that I say and do.  He will love me for that, for my heart is good and full of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2- He will not have unrealistic views of what me and my body should look like and be like. My imperfections will fade because he loves me with a pure love. This will make me feel safe and secure which is one of my greatest desires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3- He will have a strong testimony of his Heavenly Father and Jesus Christ. He will have a desire to have them be a part of our marriage, knowing that They will make everything more beautiful because we would never want a life without them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4- He will not be over zealous but be able to see outside the box. He will have a love for others and be able to see their hearts rather than judge them for things they may do.  At the same time, he will be strong enough to know when to speak up and defend what is right and true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5- He will understand suffering on a deep level and with that be able to help gently remove the emotional shrapnel that is in me because of the wars I've had to battle.  He will also love me for having the desire to do the same for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6- He will have a desire to be a team with me, equally yoked, working together through this life.  That it will be hard for him to be away from his teammate/love of his life and he will always be excited and happy to come home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7- He will have a great sense of humor and we will fill our home with it.  We will both know that it is a great healer and can get us through a tough day/times and that others will enjoy visiting us because we both love to laugh and our home feels like a happy and peaceful haven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8- He will write me love notes/letters because he knows I appreciate them more than anyone in the world.  That I don't need expensive gifts but would rather have something he made or simply something full of thoughtfulness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9- He will not be afraid of PDA in public or to introduce me to people he loves. He will be proud of me and always say, "This is MY girl." or something cute like that. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10- He will not have a roving eye because he will know that his wife is "Stinkin' Kool Kim" and that he will feel as though he won the lottery with me and to him, I'm the best of all the gang. :) He also will feel my love for him so deeply that he would never be in doubt and see clearly that I feel the same.  Jealousy is not acceptable from either one of us.  He will HAVE to know that me hugging people, even an old flame is simply who I am and nothing more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11- He will honor me and women.  He will want to be a defender of them and have the courage to be an example of this and encourage others to do the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12- He will not even care that I have cats. He will love me for loving them and he will love them too.  Even if it's just because I love them. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13- He will never leave the house without kissing me and telling me he loves me. Even if it's just to borrow a cup of sugar from the neighbor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14- He will not judge me for my sucky grammar or other things that could be seen as annoying or shortcomings.  He will know that I'm far from being perfect and he is okay with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15- Last but not least, he will want to build a family with me and grow old together.  He will want to spend forever with his girl. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this too much to ask?  I think not. I've waited a long time and I feel I deserve it.  Who I marry will feel so loved, honored, and respected.  He will feel no judgement from me just understanding, unconditonal love.  I will treat him like a king and love him in a way he never thought possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps. May I add one last thing. He won't give a crap that I hate to cook. ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qOrvmukD1vQ/TiNa10xLfWI/AAAAAAAAF-U/UrBcu9fVvuw/s1600/find%2Bme%2Bmursblac.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" width="321" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qOrvmukD1vQ/TiNa10xLfWI/AAAAAAAAF-U/UrBcu9fVvuw/s400/find%2Bme%2Bmursblac.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21087472-8793004350032984232?l=warmasylum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21087472/posts/default/8793004350032984232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21087472/posts/default/8793004350032984232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warmasylum.blogspot.com/2011/07/who-i-will-marry.html' title='*Who I will marry*'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uAC0unQyUCg/Rwg8p_7ifcI/AAAAAAAAAFs/8fHnWH41MZE/s320/100_2111.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qOrvmukD1vQ/TiNa10xLfWI/AAAAAAAAF-U/UrBcu9fVvuw/s72-c/find%2Bme%2Bmursblac.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21087472.post-5155543009530822956</id><published>2011-07-17T00:04:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-25T17:42:42.730-06:00</updated><title type='text'>*If not now, when?*</title><content type='html'>Asking myself this question today and Bam! There was a song to match my thoughts! Love when that happens. :)&lt;br /&gt;(Ps. The video sound is total crap. Not my fault.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="640" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/uyjV0AfGRVo" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I have waited&lt;br /&gt;Dined on ashes&lt;br /&gt;Swung from chandeliers and climbed Everest&lt;br /&gt;And none of it's got me close to this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've waited all my life&lt;br /&gt;If not now, when will I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've been good&lt;br /&gt;Even a blast, but&lt;br /&gt;Don't you feel like something's missing here?&lt;br /&gt;Don't you dare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've waited all my life&lt;br /&gt;If not now, when will I?&lt;br /&gt;Stand up and face the bright light&lt;br /&gt;Don't hide your eyes&lt;br /&gt;It's time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No umbrellas&lt;br /&gt;No sunglasses&lt;br /&gt;Healing Hallelujah everyday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've waited all my life&lt;br /&gt;If not now, when will I?&lt;br /&gt;Stand up and face the bright light&lt;br /&gt;Don't hide your eyes&lt;br /&gt;It's time."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21087472-5155543009530822956?l=warmasylum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21087472/posts/default/5155543009530822956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21087472/posts/default/5155543009530822956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warmasylum.blogspot.com/2011/07/if-not-now-when.html' title='*If not now, when?*'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uAC0unQyUCg/Rwg8p_7ifcI/AAAAAAAAAFs/8fHnWH41MZE/s320/100_2111.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/uyjV0AfGRVo/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21087472.post-7356546257001653698</id><published>2011-07-16T18:58:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-16T19:00:39.502-06:00</updated><title type='text'>*In my future home...*</title><content type='html'>...we will have a slide and we will slide until our bums hurt! OR stomachs! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Gxgj2L4EIVc/TiIzwn3XHNI/AAAAAAAAF-E/zVt9Gg2tVLk/s1600/home%2Bfuture.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" width="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Gxgj2L4EIVc/TiIzwn3XHNI/AAAAAAAAF-E/zVt9Gg2tVLk/s400/home%2Bfuture.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21087472-7356546257001653698?l=warmasylum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21087472/posts/default/7356546257001653698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21087472/posts/default/7356546257001653698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warmasylum.blogspot.com/2011/07/in-my-future-home.html' title='*In my future home...*'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uAC0unQyUCg/Rwg8p_7ifcI/AAAAAAAAAFs/8fHnWH41MZE/s320/100_2111.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Gxgj2L4EIVc/TiIzwn3XHNI/AAAAAAAAF-E/zVt9Gg2tVLk/s72-c/home%2Bfuture.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21087472.post-6945959018009019169</id><published>2011-07-16T16:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-16T16:33:36.427-06:00</updated><title type='text'>*It's true*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pbFzUtlR8Zs/TiIRumtJkeI/AAAAAAAAF98/uG1gQMm7dNE/s1600/I%2Blike%2Byour%2Bface.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" width="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pbFzUtlR8Zs/TiIRumtJkeI/AAAAAAAAF98/uG1gQMm7dNE/s400/I%2Blike%2Byour%2Bface.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21087472-6945959018009019169?l=warmasylum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21087472/posts/default/6945959018009019169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21087472/posts/default/6945959018009019169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warmasylum.blogspot.com/2011/07/its-true.html' title='*It&apos;s true*'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uAC0unQyUCg/Rwg8p_7ifcI/AAAAAAAAAFs/8fHnWH41MZE/s320/100_2111.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pbFzUtlR8Zs/TiIRumtJkeI/AAAAAAAAF98/uG1gQMm7dNE/s72-c/I%2Blike%2Byour%2Bface.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21087472.post-1242136174428794383</id><published>2011-07-13T15:10:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T15:13:08.904-06:00</updated><title type='text'>*All the stars in the sky are mine*</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Rko_I5ZCeCc" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my favorite bands and one of my favorite songs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21087472-1242136174428794383?l=warmasylum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21087472/posts/default/1242136174428794383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21087472/posts/default/1242136174428794383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warmasylum.blogspot.com/2011/07/all-stars-in-sky-are-mine.html' title='*All the stars in the sky are mine*'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uAC0unQyUCg/Rwg8p_7ifcI/AAAAAAAAAFs/8fHnWH41MZE/s320/100_2111.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Rko_I5ZCeCc/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21087472.post-4832435751600489443</id><published>2011-07-09T16:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-09T16:53:28.333-06:00</updated><title type='text'>*Happy as a bug in a rug*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-blUBG1LxOfk/Thjb02LsvrI/AAAAAAAAF9U/8k40CtvA-Xg/s1600/moab%2Bkim-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:right; float:right; margin-left:1em; margin-bottom:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="253" width="244" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-blUBG1LxOfk/Thjb02LsvrI/AAAAAAAAF9U/8k40CtvA-Xg/s320/moab%2Bkim-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I look like in Southern Utah&lt;br /&gt;This is what I feel like in Southern Utah&lt;br /&gt;This is what I feel like when I think of Southern Utah&lt;br /&gt;This is what I look and feel like when I'm with my best friends! Love them!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21087472-4832435751600489443?l=warmasylum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21087472/posts/default/4832435751600489443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21087472/posts/default/4832435751600489443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warmasylum.blogspot.com/2011/07/happy-as-bug-in-rug.html' title='*Happy as a bug in a rug*'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uAC0unQyUCg/Rwg8p_7ifcI/AAAAAAAAAFs/8fHnWH41MZE/s320/100_2111.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-blUBG1LxOfk/Thjb02LsvrI/AAAAAAAAF9U/8k40CtvA-Xg/s72-c/moab%2Bkim-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21087472.post-8421979046394705500</id><published>2011-07-08T14:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T14:53:51.239-06:00</updated><title type='text'>*Tiffy'z Birthday*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d3FkqhL1ixg/Thdt-GUxqNI/AAAAAAAAF8o/o4WSQ7hhfGE/s1600/Picnik%2Bcollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="238" width="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d3FkqhL1ixg/Thdt-GUxqNI/AAAAAAAAF8o/o4WSQ7hhfGE/s400/Picnik%2Bcollage.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiffy'z birthday was on the 3rd but I didn't get a chance to write that day.  I took this picture of Wubba (Tiffany) when she was maybe 7? I remember thinking, if she is this beautiful now, I can't imagine what she will look like and be like when she is older. And now I know...I had no idea that her beauty inside and out could increase to the level it has. I also had no idea how fast the time would go by, how much I would love her, and how she would become one of my best friends.  She is true grace and beauty! She was beautiful on her wedding day and I couldn't love her anymore than I do!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21087472-8421979046394705500?l=warmasylum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21087472/posts/default/8421979046394705500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21087472/posts/default/8421979046394705500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warmasylum.blogspot.com/2011/07/tiffyz-birthday.html' title='*Tiffy&apos;z Birthday*'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uAC0unQyUCg/Rwg8p_7ifcI/AAAAAAAAAFs/8fHnWH41MZE/s320/100_2111.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d3FkqhL1ixg/Thdt-GUxqNI/AAAAAAAAF8o/o4WSQ7hhfGE/s72-c/Picnik%2Bcollage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21087472.post-3420316652600857730</id><published>2011-07-04T21:46:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T21:33:07.725-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Freedom &amp; Free agency</title><content type='html'>Just as Freedom comes at a cost, so does your free agency. To think that your personal decisions have no affect on anyone but yourself is to be mislead. Our gift of free agency IS a gift. Your actions or words can cause majestic beauty or heart wrenching damage in an instant. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just something to think about on this 4th of July (and always).  Also, here is a photo of these two great flags that to me represents my thought.  Captain Moroni used &lt;i&gt;his&lt;/i&gt; agency to bring Freedom about in his country and personal life, as did our Forefathers which the American Flag symbolizes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hQW7HXhtoJw/ThKKpNciUII/AAAAAAAAF8Q/nzA3zVXiflE/s1600/moroni.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="286" width="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hQW7HXhtoJw/ThKKpNciUII/AAAAAAAAF8Q/nzA3zVXiflE/s400/moroni.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21087472-3420316652600857730?l=warmasylum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21087472/posts/default/3420316652600857730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21087472/posts/default/3420316652600857730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warmasylum.blogspot.com/2011/07/freedom-free-agency.html' title='Freedom &amp; Free agency'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uAC0unQyUCg/Rwg8p_7ifcI/AAAAAAAAAFs/8fHnWH41MZE/s320/100_2111.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hQW7HXhtoJw/ThKKpNciUII/AAAAAAAAF8Q/nzA3zVXiflE/s72-c/moroni.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21087472.post-8396700863826844832</id><published>2011-06-28T20:16:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T20:17:35.664-06:00</updated><title type='text'>*Photo of the day*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eVlUvEslCck/TgqLBYrzBeI/AAAAAAAAF70/g0rFUQCp6Fk/s1600/girls%2Bare%2Bstrong.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" width="189" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eVlUvEslCck/TgqLBYrzBeI/AAAAAAAAF70/g0rFUQCp6Fk/s400/girls%2Bare%2Bstrong.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Don't forget it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21087472-8396700863826844832?l=warmasylum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21087472/posts/default/8396700863826844832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21087472/posts/default/8396700863826844832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warmasylum.blogspot.com/2011/06/girls-are-strong.html' title='*Photo of the day*'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uAC0unQyUCg/Rwg8p_7ifcI/AAAAAAAAAFs/8fHnWH41MZE/s320/100_2111.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eVlUvEslCck/TgqLBYrzBeI/AAAAAAAAF70/g0rFUQCp6Fk/s72-c/girls%2Bare%2Bstrong.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21087472.post-2125335757995081291</id><published>2011-06-27T21:05:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T14:01:22.251-06:00</updated><title type='text'>*Mad World*</title><content type='html'>Always loved this song and the various artists who sing it.  I'll go with Gary Jules.  I feel like hell today and can't understand how people can be so mean, selfish, indifferent, and down right mean spirited. I have lost faith in people.  I had a choice last year while in the hospital whether I wanted to go home to Heavenly Father or stay. I chose to stay.  Not only for my family but for ME. I was keeping my cup of hope with at least a few swallows left.  If I had the choice given to me today? I'd go home.  I'm home sick beyond words.  Some would say that is the easy way out...I say it would be the hardest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/4N3N1MlvVc4" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21087472-2125335757995081291?l=warmasylum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21087472/posts/default/2125335757995081291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21087472/posts/default/2125335757995081291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warmasylum.blogspot.com/2011/06/mad-world.html' title='*Mad World*'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uAC0unQyUCg/Rwg8p_7ifcI/AAAAAAAAAFs/8fHnWH41MZE/s320/100_2111.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/4N3N1MlvVc4/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21087472.post-7037101393844699481</id><published>2011-06-25T16:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T16:12:26.048-06:00</updated><title type='text'>*Sensitive Saturday*</title><content type='html'>U2 live at Glastonbury singing *BAD*...one of their greatest and most profound songs in my personal opinion.  I have a super sensitive heart today, more so than other days.  I like what he say's in it about the arrows.  I'm not sure why he say's it...but it was just something that hit me in a very personal way.  Leave it to U2 to reach my unreachableness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;object style="height: 390px; width: 640px"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rMY_0OypCWI?version=3"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rMY_0OypCWI?version=3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="640" height="390"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bring me my arrow of burning Gold&lt;br /&gt;Bring me my arrows of desire&lt;br /&gt;Bring me my spears of clouds unfold&lt;br /&gt;Bring me my chariot of fire&lt;br /&gt;BRING ME HOME!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you twist and turn away&lt;br /&gt;If you tear yourself in two again&lt;br /&gt;If I could, yes I would&lt;br /&gt;If I could, I would &lt;br /&gt;Let it go&lt;br /&gt;Surrender&lt;br /&gt;Dislocate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could throw this&lt;br /&gt;Lifeless lifeline to the wind&lt;br /&gt;Leave this heart of clay&lt;br /&gt;See you walk, walk away&lt;br /&gt;Into the night&lt;br /&gt;And through the rain&lt;br /&gt;Into the half-light&lt;br /&gt;And through the flame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could through myself&lt;br /&gt;Set your spirit free&lt;br /&gt;I'd lead your heart away&lt;br /&gt;See you break, break away&lt;br /&gt;Into the light&lt;br /&gt;And to the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To let it go&lt;br /&gt;And so to fade away&lt;br /&gt;To let it go&lt;br /&gt;And so fade away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm wide awake&lt;br /&gt;I'm wide awake&lt;br /&gt;Wide awake&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sleeping&lt;br /&gt;Oh, no, no, no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you should ask then maybe they'd&lt;br /&gt;Tell you what I would say&lt;br /&gt;True colors fly in blue and black&lt;br /&gt;Bruised silken sky and burning flag&lt;br /&gt;Colors crash, collide in blood shot eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could, you know I would&lt;br /&gt;If I could, I would &lt;br /&gt;Let it go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This desperation&lt;br /&gt;Dislocation&lt;br /&gt;Separation&lt;br /&gt;Condemnation&lt;br /&gt;Revelation&lt;br /&gt;In temptation&lt;br /&gt;Isolation&lt;br /&gt;Desolation&lt;br /&gt;Let it go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so fade away&lt;br /&gt;To let it go&lt;br /&gt;And so fade away&lt;br /&gt;To let it go&lt;br /&gt;And so to fade away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm wide awake&lt;br /&gt;I'm wide awake&lt;br /&gt;Wide awake&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sleeping&lt;br /&gt;Oh, no, no, no&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21087472-7037101393844699481?l=warmasylum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21087472/posts/default/7037101393844699481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21087472/posts/default/7037101393844699481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warmasylum.blogspot.com/2011/06/sensitive-saturday.html' title='*Sensitive Saturday*'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uAC0unQyUCg/Rwg8p_7ifcI/AAAAAAAAAFs/8fHnWH41MZE/s320/100_2111.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21087472.post-3633050383866311972</id><published>2011-06-23T18:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T18:59:21.503-06:00</updated><title type='text'>*Thoughtful Thursday*</title><content type='html'>Today my mind went back to a drive home from San Jose, CA. A long time ago. It was beautiful and with all road trips I've been on (alone or with someone...I was alone on this one) I was loving it.  I entered an area that looked like Ireland. SO GREEN! At that time I ascended a hill that was covered in Windmills.  It was at that exact moment that Toad the wet sprocket's "Windmills" came on my mix cd.  That is in my top ten favorite songs of all time.  What I saw and felt was magical! I wish I had a time machine and could go back to that moment and feel it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/y26Fp0w8rK0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21087472-3633050383866311972?l=warmasylum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21087472/posts/default/3633050383866311972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21087472/posts/default/3633050383866311972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warmasylum.blogspot.com/2011/06/thoughtful-thursday.html' title='*Thoughtful Thursday*'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uAC0unQyUCg/Rwg8p_7ifcI/AAAAAAAAAFs/8fHnWH41MZE/s320/100_2111.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/y26Fp0w8rK0/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21087472.post-6982826654663232095</id><published>2011-06-23T00:03:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T00:20:03.327-06:00</updated><title type='text'>*Why I gave up photography*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QdBl4qlc8e4/TgLWm9qIrMI/AAAAAAAAF7Q/ga4Vx1WRiXw/s1600/IMG_5124-5.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="308" width="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QdBl4qlc8e4/TgLWm9qIrMI/AAAAAAAAF7Q/ga4Vx1WRiXw/s400/IMG_5124-5.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Jn1KVIKKzHE/TgLV_ZcoLTI/AAAAAAAAF7I/bSDFRiFEwns/s1600/Much_love.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="274" width="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Jn1KVIKKzHE/TgLV_ZcoLTI/AAAAAAAAF7I/bSDFRiFEwns/s400/Much_love.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2j3ExrX1s-U/TgLWxy6v1EI/AAAAAAAAF7Y/DfI2skXDn6A/s1600/IMG_6865.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" width="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2j3ExrX1s-U/TgLWxy6v1EI/AAAAAAAAF7Y/DfI2skXDn6A/s400/IMG_6865.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- I didn't like that it became and FELT like a "Job" instead of a hobbie that I LOVED and got to share with others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2- As you can see in photo 2, I can't figure out the damn things.  I am a 100% point &amp; shooter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3- Everyone suddenly was a photographer and that bugs me. (I'm weird like that.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4- My family stopped saying hi to me at family gatherings.  Instead they would say, "Where's your camera?" "Can you take some photoz?" I would reply, "I'm so glad to see you TOO!!!" hahaha I got tired of being the family historian. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5- The first photo is NOT posed. I told everyone DO NOT TAKE PHOTOZ OF ME! Well, Wayne ignored that.  I layed down on a rock and looked up at my favorite things...clouds.  I didn't want to take a photo I wanted to watch the formations take place and capture it in my heart.  Sometimes you need to put the camera down and just enjoy the moment for yourself.  Thank you Wayne for ignoring my request. ;) He called my name, I looked over and BAM! I was shot! hahahha  I love this photo of me. I see a peace in myself that is so very rare. I see a holy land surrounding me...a place of healing...a place where I feel God and we can hear eachother clearly.  It is the closest place to the feeling of "HOME" that I have found so far.  I love you Southern Utah! Thank you for saving my life on more than one occasion!&lt;br /&gt;(In other words, I wanted to see the world through my own cleareyes and not behind a lenz.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe there will be a time when I buy a camera again (I gave every single one of mine away! For realz.) and fall back in love with capturing life as it happens.  Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps. I've climbed so many mountains that God put my initial on one of them. KOOL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21087472-6982826654663232095?l=warmasylum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21087472/posts/default/6982826654663232095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21087472/posts/default/6982826654663232095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warmasylum.blogspot.com/2011/06/why-i-gave-up-photography.html' title='*Why I gave up photography*'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uAC0unQyUCg/Rwg8p_7ifcI/AAAAAAAAAFs/8fHnWH41MZE/s320/100_2111.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QdBl4qlc8e4/TgLWm9qIrMI/AAAAAAAAF7Q/ga4Vx1WRiXw/s72-c/IMG_5124-5.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21087472.post-4008714573271943392</id><published>2011-06-22T23:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T23:16:03.587-06:00</updated><title type='text'>*Wordless Wednesday*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T9zkMXvR7a0/TgLMCwcqEvI/AAAAAAAAF64/3yBTVBg_QS0/s1600/all%2Bsmiles%2Bkim.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" width="267" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T9zkMXvR7a0/TgLMCwcqEvI/AAAAAAAAF64/3yBTVBg_QS0/s400/all%2Bsmiles%2Bkim.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21087472-4008714573271943392?l=warmasylum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21087472/posts/default/4008714573271943392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21087472/posts/default/4008714573271943392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warmasylum.blogspot.com/2011/06/wordless-wednesday.html' title='*Wordless Wednesday*'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uAC0unQyUCg/Rwg8p_7ifcI/AAAAAAAAAFs/8fHnWH41MZE/s320/100_2111.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T9zkMXvR7a0/TgLMCwcqEvI/AAAAAAAAF64/3yBTVBg_QS0/s72-c/all%2Bsmiles%2Bkim.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21087472.post-1096075935560978407</id><published>2011-06-21T21:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T21:45:30.583-06:00</updated><title type='text'>*Toad Tuesday*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZtlbVcNKEVQ/TgFktYHSriI/AAAAAAAAF6w/CYI0tYG-xOc/s1600/in%2Blight%2Bsyrup.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" width="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZtlbVcNKEVQ/TgFktYHSriI/AAAAAAAAF6w/CYI0tYG-xOc/s400/in%2Blight%2Bsyrup.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to set any blog rules again. I always break them.  If I want to post a song on here everyday then I'm going to. ha. Plus a little Toad everyday, goes a really really long way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Little Heaven* &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/b7zUXvfusc0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21087472-1096075935560978407?l=warmasylum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21087472/posts/default/1096075935560978407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21087472/posts/default/1096075935560978407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warmasylum.blogspot.com/2011/06/toad-tuesday.html' title='*Toad Tuesday*'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uAC0unQyUCg/Rwg8p_7ifcI/AAAAAAAAAFs/8fHnWH41MZE/s320/100_2111.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZtlbVcNKEVQ/TgFktYHSriI/AAAAAAAAF6w/CYI0tYG-xOc/s72-c/in%2Blight%2Bsyrup.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21087472.post-7933040971534601106</id><published>2011-06-20T17:10:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T17:19:07.125-06:00</updated><title type='text'>*You do the math*</title><content type='html'>*A Latter-day Saint view of Book of Mormon musical*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by~ Michael Otterson &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reviews of “The Book of Mormon” musical have been all over the entertainment media in the past few weeks. According to the reviews, the play sketches the journey of two Mormon missionaries from their sheltered life in Salt Lake City to Uganda, where their training and life experience proves wholly inadequate to the realities of a continent plagued by poverty, AIDS, genital mutilation and other horrors. While extolling the musical for its originality, most reviewers also make reference to the play’s over-the-top blasphemous and offensive language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dealing with parody and satire is always a tricky thing for churches. We can easily appear thin-skinned or defensive, and churches sometimes are. A few members of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints who have seen this musical and blogged about it seem to have gone out of their way to show how they can take it. That’s their choice. There’s always room for different perspectives, and we can all decide what to do with our free time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I’m not buying what I’m reading in the reviews. Specifically, I’m not willing to spend $200 for a ticket to be sold the idea that religion moves along oblivious to real-world problems in a kind of blissful naiveté. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere I read that the show’s creators spent seven years writing and producing “The Book of Mormon” musical. As I reflected on all that time spent parodying this particular target, I also wondered what was really going on with Mormons in Africa during those same seven years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I checked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•The World Health Organization estimates that 884 million people worldwide don’t have access to clean water. This is a huge problem in Africa, not only because of water-borne diseases but because kids who spend hours each day walking to and from the nearest well to fill old gasoline cans with water cannot attend school. According to church records, in the past seven years, more than four million Africans in 17 countries have gained access to clean drinking water through Mormon humanitarian efforts to sink or rehabilitate boreholes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•More than 34,000 physically handicapped African kids now have wheelchairs through the same Mormon-sponsored humanitarian program. To see a legless child whose knuckles have become calloused through walking on his hands lifted into a wheelchair may be the best way to fully understand the liberation this brings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•Millions of children, meanwhile, have now been vaccinated against killer diseases like measles as the church has sponsored or assisted with projects in 22 African countries. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•More than 126,000 Africans have had their sight restored or improved through Mormon partnership with African eye care professionals in providing training, equipment and supplies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•Another 52,000 Africans have been trained to help newborns who otherwise would never take a first breath. Training in neonatal resuscitation has also been a big project for Mormons in Africa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•Then, of course, there is the tragedy of AIDS. A couple of weeks ago I attended a dinner where the Utah AIDS Foundation honored James O. Mason, former United States Assistant Secretary of Health. When he was working for the Center for Disease Control in 1984, a project to research the epidemiology and treatment of AIDS was established at the Hospital Mama Yempo in Kinshasha, Zaire. After visiting the hospital and examining the children and adults with AIDS, Mason described the death rate and the associated infections from AIDS as “horrific.” Mason, a Mormon, knows quite a bit about AIDS and a great deal about Africa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•None of this includes responses to multiple disasters, like the flooding in Niger, where the Church provided clothing, quits and hygiene items to 20,000 people in six inundated regions of the country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, parody isn’t reality, and it’s the very distortion that makes it appealing and often funny. The danger is not when people laugh but when they take it seriously – if they leave a theater believing that Mormons really do live in some kind of a surreal world of self-deception and illusion. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of weeks ago a review about the musical appeared at the New York Times from a Jewish writer who simply listed himself as Levi. “As someone of Jewish faith,” he began, “I take personal offense at this show….I cannot believe that New York, MY New York, where I was born and raised, would ever do such a thing. Shame on you, New York Times, shame on Broadway, and shame on all of us who stand idly by and do nothing while the faith of others is mocked. Religious and cultural Jews need not support such bigotry.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Levi’s point was echoed by some reviewers, but by surprisingly few. So why hasn’t there been a huge outcry from Mormons?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my opinion, three reasons. The first is that in the great scheme of things, what Broadway does with “The Book of Mormon” musical is irrelevant to most of us. In the great sweep of history, parodies and TV dramas are blips on the radar screen that come and go. Popular culture will be whatever it will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second reason is related. Jesus’s apostle Paul put it rather well when he said that Christians seek out the positive and virtuous things in life. His New Testament phraseology was adapted in the early years of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints in this formal Article of Faith:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“We believe in being honest, true, chaste, benevolent, virtuous, and in doing good to all men…If there is anything virtuous, lovely, or of good report or praiseworthy, we seek after these things.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, if we Mormons really do follow Jesus Christ in our lives and look to him as an example, then it’s hard for us to ignore the injunction to turn the other cheek. There were times, to be sure, when Jesus roundly criticized others, but it was almost always for hardened hypocrisy. He dismissed the criticism he received personally and told his followers: “Do good to them who despitefully use you and persecute you.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It takes strength of character to do this, but it’s the Christian mandate. Sure, The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints pushes back when the record needs correcting or when legal rights need defending, but the world of popular entertainment is more likely to be met with a collective shrug than by placard-waving Mormon protesters. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, what of those thousands of remarkable and selfless Mormon missionaries who opted to pay their own expenses during the past seven years to serve in Africa while their peers were focused on careers or getting on with life? They have returned home, bringing with them a connection with the African people that will last a lifetime. Many will keep up their Swahili language or their Igbo dialect. They will keep in their bedrooms the flags of the nations where they served. They will look up every time they hear Africa mentioned on the evening news. Their associations with the people whose lives they touched will become lifetime friendships. And in a hundred ways they will become unofficial ambassadors for the nations they served.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21087472-7933040971534601106?l=warmasylum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21087472/posts/default/7933040971534601106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21087472/posts/default/7933040971534601106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warmasylum.blogspot.com/2011/06/you-do-math.html' title='*You do the math*'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uAC0unQyUCg/Rwg8p_7ifcI/AAAAAAAAAFs/8fHnWH41MZE/s320/100_2111.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21087472.post-5784291099746068867</id><published>2011-06-20T16:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T16:25:56.460-06:00</updated><title type='text'>*Music Monday*</title><content type='html'>I need to get my blog in order and shake it up a bit.  Too much of one thing is well...not a good thing.  I'm obviously a music lover and that's how heaven speaks to me sometimes, so I like to share it.  I have no idea why the youtube videos are so big on my blog. I've done all the things to make it "right" but it's not working. I'm content with imperfection and always will be. *shrug*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note...here is a band I found at 19, The Trashcan Sinatras. LOVE THEM! I've chosen 'All the Dark Horses' to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ZI1SSJAy1XI" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21087472-5784291099746068867?l=warmasylum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21087472/posts/default/5784291099746068867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21087472/posts/default/5784291099746068867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warmasylum.blogspot.com/2011/06/music-monday.html' title='*Music Monday*'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uAC0unQyUCg/Rwg8p_7ifcI/AAAAAAAAAFs/8fHnWH41MZE/s320/100_2111.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/ZI1SSJAy1XI/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21087472.post-6274430381964408461</id><published>2011-06-16T23:26:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T23:28:12.176-06:00</updated><title type='text'>*Picture of the day*</title><content type='html'>Partners in crime...once Jen stepped in we were all about to run with Wubba'z wedding cake.&amp;nbsp; It was SO GOOD!&amp;nbsp; I hate that we whimped out.&amp;nbsp; Obviously we ate as much as we could without anyone looking but the damn camera man.&amp;nbsp; We got caught!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-50VOXU1F2gE/TfrlQAXVMZI/AAAAAAAAF5g/Y0U1VEsadR4/s1600/tiff+wedding+cake.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-50VOXU1F2gE/TfrlQAXVMZI/AAAAAAAAF5g/Y0U1VEsadR4/s320/tiff+wedding+cake.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps. Tiffany's wedding was beautiful and I will post pictures soonish.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21087472-6274430381964408461?l=warmasylum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21087472/posts/default/6274430381964408461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21087472/posts/default/6274430381964408461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warmasylum.blogspot.com/2011/06/picture-of-day.html' title='*Picture of the day*'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uAC0unQyUCg/Rwg8p_7ifcI/AAAAAAAAAFs/8fHnWH41MZE/s320/100_2111.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-50VOXU1F2gE/TfrlQAXVMZI/AAAAAAAAF5g/Y0U1VEsadR4/s72-c/tiff+wedding+cake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21087472.post-1474439822906967872</id><published>2011-06-15T19:58:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T16:51:35.957-06:00</updated><title type='text'>*I am the ocean and I am sorrowful*</title><content type='html'>This might be on here already but my friend just found all my documents (Thank you Stine!!!) and I am grateful because I thought I had lost many precious things to me.&amp;nbsp; I wrote this in maybe 2007?&amp;nbsp; Not sure...but it's&amp;nbsp;pretty special to me because the concept or knowledge that EVERYTHING has a spirit testify's itself in&amp;nbsp;a poem about an Ocean who is sorrowful for a dieing girl.&amp;nbsp; I give thanks to Heavenly Father for helping me write my ideas, feelings, and poetry...I'm nothing without him and I never want to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I AM THE OCEAN AND I AM SORROWFUL*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LszBSBug3o8/Tf59L9K1IdI/AAAAAAAAF5w/jw3PQdW2r28/s1600/IMG_3854-12.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" width="327" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LszBSBug3o8/Tf59L9K1IdI/AAAAAAAAF5w/jw3PQdW2r28/s400/IMG_3854-12.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;I am the ocean and I am sorrowful.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;My waves have crossed not a few but the numbers of the sand.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I have swallowed the wicked and filled the earth at command.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;And I must do it again…but I know not when.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I reason with the angels but they cannot say either for they know not.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I delight in bringing mercy and justice. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;My waves listen for the sound of the horn to blow for all people and for me that I may roll with the earths scroll and be made anew and be cleansed.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;But for now, it is late…the sky is black and my spirit is heavy. I hold the small ship that never moves, the ship that holds His daughter.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I love her because she first loved me. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;She walked my shoreline many times.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;She dreamed lovely dreams and entrusted me with their care. But now my touch stings her and my mist recoils her and I mourn for her.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;My anger rises and I thrash upon the great rocks for I am helpless and cursed.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Oh I long to part for her as I did for the ancients.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;That deliverance may be hers.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I call upon the Moon, the Milky Way and their twinkling’s that they may shine upon her.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;But even they had to part from her and she is left to whimper in confinement.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;The lights of her rescue boats grew too dim, for long was their journey and they were forced to turn back.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;No one can see her.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;But I can…I surround her and I will hold her with my stillness that she may not be disturbed for a moment. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;I have hidden her dreams beneath my corals that they may never be separated from me…I will hold them always that she may believe in me.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;He that created me has been quiet for too long. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Her bones are frail and her breath is shallow.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Her sash in blue satin is now rope that binds her.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;She has been made afraid, mocked and seized upon.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;She will no longer speak.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;And so in her behalf I cry to the heavens, IT IS ENOUGH!!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I am the ocean and I am sorrowful...may deliverance be nigh at hand.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21087472-1474439822906967872?l=warmasylum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21087472/posts/default/1474439822906967872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21087472/posts/default/1474439822906967872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warmasylum.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-am-ocean-and-i-am-sorrowful.html' title='*I am the ocean and I am sorrowful*'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uAC0unQyUCg/Rwg8p_7ifcI/AAAAAAAAAFs/8fHnWH41MZE/s320/100_2111.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LszBSBug3o8/Tf59L9K1IdI/AAAAAAAAF5w/jw3PQdW2r28/s72-c/IMG_3854-12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21087472.post-533073291721020664</id><published>2011-06-13T20:00:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T17:07:23.571-06:00</updated><title type='text'>*Taking Punches for being Mormon*</title><content type='html'>For a girl who is NOT into politics (too much contention for me), I read these articles and felt gratitude for those who STAND FOR SOMETHING...especially RELIGIOUS FREEDOM.  Our founding Fathers DID lay the foundation and we should not only honor it but abide by it in every way.  They lead the path that we are on.  If our country had stayed true to the values in which were written with their own lives...we wouldn't be in such a down spiral economy.  So here are the two articles feel free to read and believe what you will. I especially love the article about the "Mormon Musical" and what the Jewish man say's.  SO TRUE!&amp;nbsp; EVERY FAITH SHOULD BE RESPECTED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.washingtonpost.com/blogs/on-faith/post/why-i-wont-be-seeing-the-book-of-mormon-musical/2011/04/14/AFiEn1fD_blog.html"&gt;http://www.washingtonpost.com/blogs/on-faith/post/why-i-wont-be-seeing-the-book-of-mormon-musical/2011/04/14/AFiEn1fD_blog.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.washingtonpost.com/national/on-faith?fb_ref=NetworkNews&amp;amp;fb_source=profile_multiline"&gt;http://www.washingtonpost.com/national/on-faith?fb_ref=NetworkNews&amp;amp;fb_source=profile_multiline&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.washingtonpost.com/politics/romney-will-try-to-stay-focused-on-economy-avoid-becoming-punching-bag/2011/06/13/AGitZDTH_story.html?hpid=z1"&gt;http://www.washingtonpost.com/politics/romney-will-try-to-stay-focused-on-economy-avoid-becoming-punching-bag/2011/06/13/AGitZDTH_story.html?hpid=z1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21087472-533073291721020664?l=warmasylum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21087472/posts/default/533073291721020664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21087472/posts/default/533073291721020664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warmasylum.blogspot.com/2011/06/taking-punches-for-being-mormon.html' title='*Taking Punches for being Mormon*'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uAC0unQyUCg/Rwg8p_7ifcI/AAAAAAAAAFs/8fHnWH41MZE/s320/100_2111.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21087472.post-7757991124264216357</id><published>2011-06-07T21:35:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T19:52:59.606-06:00</updated><title type='text'>*Beautiful Girl...you will get better*</title><content type='html'>My new favorite song.  I love William Fitzsimmons. He is so sincere in his lyrics and they are beautiful!!!  Here is an acoustic version. Oh and btw, the whole cd is really good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/wfJ3TxSxFiQ" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Unfurl your gown&lt;br /&gt;A distant fuller skin&lt;br /&gt;I knew you once&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My God the sun&lt;br /&gt;The windows bear your bones&lt;br /&gt;Reveal your crime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful girl&lt;br /&gt;Let the sunrise come again&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your sailor eyes&lt;br /&gt;The water in the well&lt;br /&gt;A thirst to fill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let down your arms&lt;br /&gt;The purging of this dark&lt;br /&gt;The fall to free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful girl&lt;br /&gt;Let the sunrise come again&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful girl&lt;br /&gt;May the weight of world resign&lt;br /&gt;You will get better*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21087472-7757991124264216357?l=warmasylum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21087472/posts/default/7757991124264216357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21087472/posts/default/7757991124264216357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warmasylum.blogspot.com/2011/06/beautiful-girlyou-will-get-better.html' title='*Beautiful Girl...you will get better*'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uAC0unQyUCg/Rwg8p_7ifcI/AAAAAAAAAFs/8fHnWH41MZE/s320/100_2111.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/wfJ3TxSxFiQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21087472.post-4933303253436245233</id><published>2011-06-06T16:36:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T16:46:59.210-06:00</updated><title type='text'>*Deep Thoughts and stuff*</title><content type='html'>“Do not let loyalty and faithfulness forsake you; bind them around your neck, write them on the tablet of your heart”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kim, I've been kicking against the pricks for so long that I don't even know why I'm doing it anymore."&lt;br /&gt;(A boy I once dated.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ There is a big difference between a religious fanatic and someone who is dedicated to Christ.&lt;br /&gt;(My own thought)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~If I had a penny and you hadn't any...I'd buy a candy stick and let you have a lick! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't know much about fighting but I'd fight for you."&lt;br /&gt;(I dunno who the origional singer/writer is but I heard Beyonce sing it and I liked that lyric.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If I had a choice between breathing and loving you, I would use my last breath to say, I love you!"&lt;br /&gt;~Kristiina Curtis (My niece age 12 She's amazing!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"To withhold your love and affection during a friends dark and painful hour, because of a past bruised ego or wounded pride, is a tragedy. For you may have been the very one that was chosen to give the sentiments of the Savior as you also drank of the bitter cup and could help close up and seal the tender wound."&lt;br /&gt;(This was in my notes in a journal...not sure who wrote it. I'm pretty sure I did. *wink wink* Ha!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21087472-4933303253436245233?l=warmasylum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21087472/posts/default/4933303253436245233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21087472/posts/default/4933303253436245233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warmasylum.blogspot.com/2011/06/deep-thoughts-and-stuff.html' title='*Deep Thoughts and stuff*'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uAC0unQyUCg/Rwg8p_7ifcI/AAAAAAAAAFs/8fHnWH41MZE/s320/100_2111.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21087472.post-475282772774386925</id><published>2011-06-05T15:44:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T21:24:25.089-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*'Streets' on a deeper level*</title><content type='html'>I might have a "Streets" video on here about 3 times (It's my all time favorite song)...but this one say's more and explains why I see Bono as one of the greatest men to walk the earth, it's shows why I love U2, it's shows why I love God, it's shows why, since I was 14, I have cleaved unto them/their music for over 20 years.  I can still see myself on our familys' Yellow boat roaming the canyons of Lake Powell. I would sit on the bow (sp?) and you could hang your legs over because there was a bar to protect you. I would put my head phones on and listen to my first tape of Joshua tree over and over and never tire of it.  The wind in my hair and U2 in my ears. I felt free from own inner and outter oppression I was facing at that time. Over my life the oppression grew to levels I didn't know were possible.  I am a survivor and I hope with all my heart I can live longer...because my own voice and heart are as loud, sincere, powerful and as bold as Bono's. My LOVE is VAST! I HAVE been waiting on the Lord...BUT "HOW LONG?" Ihope it's soon...It's my turn for a season of rest. Here or in heaven.&lt;br /&gt;Ps. A BIG thank you to my friend Jeff. I so needed this. What a blessing you are.&lt;br /&gt;Pss. Please watch it to the VERY END! What he says at the end is important!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="height: 390px; width: 640px"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6OJk8SJ_FNQ?version=3"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6OJk8SJ_FNQ?version=3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="640" height="390"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21087472-475282772774386925?l=warmasylum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21087472/posts/default/475282772774386925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21087472/posts/default/475282772774386925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warmasylum.blogspot.com/2011/06/this-is-why-i-fight-for-my-life.html' title='*&apos;Streets&apos; on a deeper level*'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uAC0unQyUCg/Rwg8p_7ifcI/AAAAAAAAAFs/8fHnWH41MZE/s320/100_2111.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21087472.post-749249812470909823</id><published>2011-05-30T19:20:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T01:27:36.806-06:00</updated><title type='text'>*Life can be beautiful &amp; cruel at the same time*</title><content type='html'>I went to the best U2 concert ever! And the next day my sister met Bono and hung out with his body guard for an hour.  The irony!!!  But it was kind of this kool little connection between us.  When I got the tickets it was suppose to be for me and her.  Her birthday is in June and I really wanted to take her.  But Bono got hurt that year and we waited another year for him to come back to Utah.  By this time, I knew Jen's plate was too full for her to come from Cali. I'm so glad she got to meet him...and a tad bit jealous. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D4BUgkrtkj0/TeRBxzd18RI/AAAAAAAAF4A/EdXrGI4dl5A/s1600/DSCN0253.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="317" width="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D4BUgkrtkj0/TeRBxzd18RI/AAAAAAAAF4A/EdXrGI4dl5A/s400/DSCN0253.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is as close as I got to Bono.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Qj-S8nOMn2E/TeRB_Wdee0I/AAAAAAAAF4I/nfONB1XHrMI/s1600/Bono%2Band%2BJen.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" width="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Qj-S8nOMn2E/TeRB_Wdee0I/AAAAAAAAF4I/nfONB1XHrMI/s400/Bono%2Band%2BJen.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And this is as close as my sister got. ha! She's on the far right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ed7zCZaiE48/TeRCUjSIaeI/AAAAAAAAF4Q/VTFkZdkGY0w/s1600/u2%2B360-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" width="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ed7zCZaiE48/TeRCUjSIaeI/AAAAAAAAF4Q/VTFkZdkGY0w/s400/u2%2B360-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's all good! Peace out U2! What a great blessing you were to me in this life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, I've decided not to share my U2 experience but rather tuck it in my heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21087472-749249812470909823?l=warmasylum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21087472/posts/default/749249812470909823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21087472/posts/default/749249812470909823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warmasylum.blogspot.com/2011/05/life-can-be-beautiful-cruel-at-same.html' title='*Life can be beautiful &amp; cruel at the same time*'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uAC0unQyUCg/Rwg8p_7ifcI/AAAAAAAAAFs/8fHnWH41MZE/s320/100_2111.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D4BUgkrtkj0/TeRBxzd18RI/AAAAAAAAF4A/EdXrGI4dl5A/s72-c/DSCN0253.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21087472.post-8652093864643688858</id><published>2011-05-30T18:43:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T18:44:21.384-06:00</updated><title type='text'>*On a lighter note...look who is getting chunky!"</title><content type='html'>OLI!&amp;nbsp; Bah hahhhah&amp;nbsp; Look at those chunker cheeks.&amp;nbsp; Those are good for kissin'. And I love that her bow is the size of Texas! ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-goEhFZGrVes/TeQ5KRiEh8I/AAAAAAAAF30/Xcng9A_cltY/s1600/Oli+fatty.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-goEhFZGrVes/TeQ5KRiEh8I/AAAAAAAAF30/Xcng9A_cltY/s320/Oli+fatty.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And I have to add this photo of Joe and Jen...so classic!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-reAuJDQELHc/TeQ5harr0KI/AAAAAAAAF34/tH1q4Ocvk04/s1600/joe%2Bjen.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" width="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-reAuJDQELHc/TeQ5harr0KI/AAAAAAAAF34/tH1q4Ocvk04/s400/joe%2Bjen.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21087472-8652093864643688858?l=warmasylum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21087472/posts/default/8652093864643688858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21087472/posts/default/8652093864643688858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warmasylum.blogspot.com/2011/05/on-lighter-notelook-who-is-getting.html' title='*On a lighter note...look who is getting chunky!&quot;'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uAC0unQyUCg/Rwg8p_7ifcI/AAAAAAAAAFs/8fHnWH41MZE/s320/100_2111.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-goEhFZGrVes/TeQ5KRiEh8I/AAAAAAAAF30/Xcng9A_cltY/s72-c/Oli+fatty.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21087472.post-2849255512253108901</id><published>2011-05-30T01:10:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T01:11:17.396-06:00</updated><title type='text'>*Angels...answer me*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DOPKbID1EFQ/TeM9otV4TqI/AAAAAAAAF3M/TrGCZRlS9gY/s1600/angel%2Bof%2Bgrief.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="332" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DOPKbID1EFQ/TeM9otV4TqI/AAAAAAAAF3M/TrGCZRlS9gY/s400/angel%2Bof%2Bgrief.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angels&lt;br /&gt;~Enya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angels, answer me,&lt;br /&gt;are you near if rain should fall?&lt;br /&gt;Am I to believe&lt;br /&gt;you will rise to calm the storm?&lt;br /&gt;For so great a treasure words will never do.&lt;br /&gt;Surely, if this is, promises are mine to give you.&lt;br /&gt;mine to give...&lt;br /&gt;Here, all too soon the day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wish the moon to fall and alter tomorrow.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should know&lt;br /&gt;heaven has her way&lt;br /&gt;- each one given memories to own.&lt;br /&gt;Angeles, all could be&lt;br /&gt;should you move both earth and sea&lt;br /&gt;Angeles, I could feel&lt;br /&gt;all those dark clouds disappearing...&lt;br /&gt;Even, as I breathe&lt;br /&gt;comes an angel to their keep.&lt;br /&gt;Surely, if this is&lt;br /&gt;promises are mine to give you.&lt;br /&gt;mine to give...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jKdOlDC6bgg&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;version=3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="640"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21087472-2849255512253108901?l=warmasylum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21087472/posts/default/2849255512253108901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21087472/posts/default/2849255512253108901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warmasylum.blogspot.com/2011/05/angelsanswer-me.html' title='*Angels...answer me*'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uAC0unQyUCg/Rwg8p_7ifcI/AAAAAAAAAFs/8fHnWH41MZE/s320/100_2111.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DOPKbID1EFQ/TeM9otV4TqI/AAAAAAAAF3M/TrGCZRlS9gY/s72-c/angel%2Bof%2Bgrief.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21087472.post-6506622746774985763</id><published>2011-05-29T17:19:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-29T17:54:22.129-06:00</updated><title type='text'>*Dear Joe...Congratulations!*</title><content type='html'>My brother in-law of almost 9? years just graduated from Endo school in California.  This put him at about 6 years of Dental school.  I am so proud of him and Jen and the life they built going through school and raising a family of now four. :) I just wanted to write a few things about Joe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- I didn't really like Joe at first. He teased me and called me "Boo Radley" because of the amount of time I was in my room.  Now there were more than one reason, but who wants to listen to their sister and her boyfriend smooching and being all lovey dovey?! NOT ME! But then one day I heard my sister laugh the way she did when she was little and something changed in me instantly. I knew he was her sweetheart...he had made her truly happy and I began to love him as a brother and a new member of our family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2- Joe truly loves my sister and has been a great support to her. The girl who I prize above the riches of the earth. He is a great husband. Soft spoken and kind, always willing to help with anything, so fun, and truly loves my sister with all his heart. I have NEVER heard him raise his voice. Only a couple times when he needed to defend someone he loved and maybe a few other times that I have missed out on. ha! He and Jen are equal partners and I love and admire that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4- He loves his children and they know it! When he comes home he always reaches to my sister and gives her a kiss and then he asks where his kids are out loud and the kids come running to him.  The song "I'm so glad when daddy comes home...glad as I can be." applies so well. It is a beautiful thing. Sadly, rare in our world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5- He is so damn funny! His dance moves could give Napoleon Dynamite a run for his money.  He makes me laugh so hard and whenever he see's that my sister needs a good laugh, he is quick to provide.  We love the funny things he does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6- He rarely if ever complains.  If my sister asks him to help her, he always says "Sure babe!" Or "You bet!"...even if I can see that he is dead tired. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7- Now here is a personal one for me.  When I came out of ECT...or maybe it was before ECT? (who knows! ECT fried my brain) I was laying on my back in  my bed and for some reason Jen and Joe were staying at my house.  Thinking all were asleep I began to cry. I was in terrible pain and actually I remember it hurt to cry...so basically it was a whimper.  My brother in law walked in the room and knelt by my bedside.  He quietly said, "Kimmy, would you like a blessing?" and I nodded Yes. He proceeded to bless me and I don't remember a single word he said. But I remember that he cried with me  and his voice choked with emotion. I felt his tears fall on my head and at that moment I knew he truly cared about me and it hurt him to see me suffer.  That moment can never be erased not even by a fried brain. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe, you have worked so hard amongst great opposition.  I wish I could have been there to cheer for you as you walked across the stage for the 2nd time. You know that next to Jen, I am your greatest cheerleader and you are one of my greatest heros.  I can't see you as a bright star in the sky that just twinkles. But a  shooting star that blazes across the sky for all to see! You and Jen deserve to fly and you have earned the blessings that are coming for you. I wish you happiness in the field of work that you love. I wish you peace and that the stresses of life might settle for a season of peace and true happiness.  But most of all...I hope you make a butt load of money! hahah You deserve it!!! Rock on sweet rocker! I sure love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, your sister in-law,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KiM aka Boo Radley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps. Behind every great man is a great woman. You and I both know who that woman is...ME. hahahha jk, my beloved Jen. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uH2OuLHdmXw/TeLZ_FqWqBI/AAAAAAAAF2k/Ch5YXBpbwKo/s1600/IMG_4235.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" width="142" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uH2OuLHdmXw/TeLZ_FqWqBI/AAAAAAAAF2k/Ch5YXBpbwKo/s200/IMG_4235.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u8pb0u9OKkg/TeLaGA4H4_I/AAAAAAAAF2s/TzyDaJkTUIc/s1600/IMG_6175-1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="184" width="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u8pb0u9OKkg/TeLaGA4H4_I/AAAAAAAAF2s/TzyDaJkTUIc/s200/IMG_6175-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LExjB8JgtwY/TeLaLGsJ8eI/AAAAAAAAF20/DyTbm_IQpMk/s1600/IMG_6179.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" width="134" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LExjB8JgtwY/TeLaLGsJ8eI/AAAAAAAAF20/DyTbm_IQpMk/s200/IMG_6179.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lLvrQ4SvUPw/TeLaQN_Av-I/AAAAAAAAF28/SZCnY4_eU7M/s1600/IMG_6136.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="154" width="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lLvrQ4SvUPw/TeLaQN_Av-I/AAAAAAAAF28/SZCnY4_eU7M/s200/IMG_6136.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3SPL9g8oJco/TeLaVFdYXBI/AAAAAAAAF3E/e0RoXGnC7RY/s1600/joess-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="152" width="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3SPL9g8oJco/TeLaVFdYXBI/AAAAAAAAF3E/e0RoXGnC7RY/s200/joess-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;BTW, these photos were all taken in 2007. His first graduation...just incase you didn't know. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21087472-6506622746774985763?l=warmasylum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21087472/posts/default/6506622746774985763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21087472/posts/default/6506622746774985763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warmasylum.blogspot.com/2011/05/dear-joecongratulations.html' title='*Dear Joe...Congratulations!*'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uAC0unQyUCg/Rwg8p_7ifcI/AAAAAAAAAFs/8fHnWH41MZE/s320/100_2111.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uH2OuLHdmXw/TeLZ_FqWqBI/AAAAAAAAF2k/Ch5YXBpbwKo/s72-c/IMG_4235.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21087472.post-5360256155660248454</id><published>2011-05-29T01:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-29T01:15:50.810-06:00</updated><title type='text'>*I am not what I was*</title><content type='html'>Another poem I found by my hero, David Hyrum Smith.  I'm still looking for the name if it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I strive to win again the pleasant thought;&lt;br /&gt;The music only speaks in mournful tone;&lt;br /&gt;The very flowers wear a shade, and naught&lt;br /&gt;Can bring again the halo that is gone;&lt;br /&gt;And every company my soul hath sought,&lt;br /&gt;Though crowds surround me, finds me still alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turn unto my tasks with weary hands,&lt;br /&gt;Grieving with sadness, knowing not the cause&lt;br /&gt;Before my face a desert path expands,&lt;br /&gt;I will not falter in the toil, nor pause;&lt;br /&gt;Only, my spirit somehow understands&lt;br /&gt;This mournful truth—&lt;b&gt;I am not what I was&lt;/b&gt;."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21087472-5360256155660248454?l=warmasylum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21087472/posts/default/5360256155660248454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21087472/posts/default/5360256155660248454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warmasylum.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-am-not-what-i-was.html' title='*I am not what I was*'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uAC0unQyUCg/Rwg8p_7ifcI/AAAAAAAAAFs/8fHnWH41MZE/s320/100_2111.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21087472.post-2115812386185626391</id><published>2011-05-28T20:07:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-28T20:17:40.919-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Why U2 is made of Awesome Sauce!</title><content type='html'>Starting at 15 years old until age 37, I have LOVED this band and they hold the most special place in my heart.  I found this video that gives lot's of little clips of them over the years. AWESOME SAUCE FORsuuure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/stlCklT71Ow" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21087472-2115812386185626391?l=warmasylum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21087472/posts/default/2115812386185626391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21087472/posts/default/2115812386185626391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warmasylum.blogspot.com/2011/05/why-u2-is-made-of-awesome-sauce.html' title='Why U2 is made of Awesome Sauce!'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uAC0unQyUCg/Rwg8p_7ifcI/AAAAAAAAAFs/8fHnWH41MZE/s320/100_2111.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/stlCklT71Ow/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21087472.post-6911427476833504318</id><published>2011-05-27T21:32:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T00:34:40.001-06:00</updated><title type='text'>*IT WAS A BEAUTIFUL DAY!*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w7JnJpUQ9iw/TeBs3kaJZUI/AAAAAAAAF2Y/7Hq0_y5iJLI/s1600/DSCI0040-2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w7JnJpUQ9iw/TeBs3kaJZUI/AAAAAAAAF2Y/7Hq0_y5iJLI/s400/DSCI0040-2.JPG" width="232" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I've waited 2 years for the U2 360 concert in SLC, UT. I got tickets, then when the time came Bono got seriously injured. One year later I was standing there watching the best U2 show YET. SO WORTH THE WAIT! Right now I have no mind power to tell all the kool things that happened and my experience but I will say this, it was suppose to be the coldest night of the week with lot's of rain! Oh really? Um no. It was the most beautiful, gorgeous day! The sun was shining and so was my heart. I NEEDED it so much.  I'm am more than grateful. More soon....;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21087472-6911427476833504318?l=warmasylum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21087472/posts/default/6911427476833504318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21087472/posts/default/6911427476833504318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warmasylum.blogspot.com/2011/05/it-was-beautiful-day_27.html' title='*IT WAS A BEAUTIFUL DAY!*'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uAC0unQyUCg/Rwg8p_7ifcI/AAAAAAAAAFs/8fHnWH41MZE/s320/100_2111.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w7JnJpUQ9iw/TeBs3kaJZUI/AAAAAAAAF2Y/7Hq0_y5iJLI/s72-c/DSCI0040-2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21087472.post-2425351891834117022</id><published>2011-05-25T23:34:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T15:13:55.995-06:00</updated><title type='text'>*Sylvian Vales*</title><content type='html'>Poem read at the U2 360 tour in SLC UTAH May 24, 2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/xW0lXiM8_8c" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful! It's exactly how I feel about my state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Poem written by Minnie Hardy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Utah I’m glad to be here where the mountains rise&lt;br /&gt;Dazzling white ‘neath the clear blue skys&lt;br /&gt;From crimson dawn ’til the dear day dies&lt;br /&gt;Way out west in Utah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where the mountain air is pure and sweet,&lt;br /&gt;Where fresh, cool water flows down the street&lt;br /&gt;And the climate! Friend, it can’t be beat;&lt;br /&gt;Delightful, magnificent Utah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God made Utah and He made it grand,&lt;br /&gt;The beauty spot of His glorious land,&lt;br /&gt;Where plenty supplies with a generous hand&lt;br /&gt;All of our needs and wants in Utah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mighty mountains, sylvian vales,&lt;br /&gt;Picturesque canyons and rugged trails,&lt;br /&gt;Joy’s your companion, health never fails,&lt;br /&gt;Happiness dwells in Utah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21087472-2425351891834117022?l=warmasylum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21087472/posts/default/2425351891834117022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21087472/posts/default/2425351891834117022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warmasylum.blogspot.com/2011/05/sylvian-vales.html' title='*Sylvian Vales*'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uAC0unQyUCg/Rwg8p_7ifcI/AAAAAAAAAFs/8fHnWH41MZE/s320/100_2111.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/xW0lXiM8_8c/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21087472.post-1020788644159285720</id><published>2011-05-23T13:30:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T13:32:07.099-06:00</updated><title type='text'>*Let's get ready to rumble! U2222222222222222!*</title><content type='html'>This was by far my favorite concert EVER! 2001 was a great year for me!  And following the U2 Elevation tour made it that way!  This is my favorite U2 song. Whenever I need to remember who I am, this is the song.  I was so choked up at the concert in Utah at that time, It really has a special energy and spirit about it.  You just can't describe what a U2 concert feels like unless you've been.  Tomorrow, me and my best friend are gonna rock with Bono and the boyz...probably in the rain. (boo!) But nevertheless...we are going to ROCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps. This paticular video will give you an idea of what it feels like!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Pv3aggisqYs" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21087472-1020788644159285720?l=warmasylum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21087472/posts/default/1020788644159285720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21087472/posts/default/1020788644159285720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warmasylum.blogspot.com/2011/05/lets-get-ready-to-rumble.html' title='*Let&apos;s get ready to rumble! U2222222222222222!*'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uAC0unQyUCg/Rwg8p_7ifcI/AAAAAAAAAFs/8fHnWH41MZE/s320/100_2111.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Pv3aggisqYs/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21087472.post-5963630506293008385</id><published>2011-05-22T15:26:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T15:29:56.149-06:00</updated><title type='text'>*17 Miracles*</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/SResQFe35S8" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care what you belive in, what religion you are, if you believe in religion, if you believe in God or not.  What I do care about are people who stand for something. When I watched this small movie trailer I was filled with respect and gratitude and received fresh courage as I thought about people like them. My own ancestors gave up &lt;b&gt;everything&lt;/b&gt; because they believed in something GOOD! They followed their hearts despite what ANYONE thought.  They lost friends and family who thought they were crazy and couldn't believe they would let them go for something they believed in.  I LOVE these kind of people. I've read alot about world war 2 over the years...I've felt a kinship with the Jewish people for some reason. And as I read of the evil and heart wrenching things those beloved men, women, and children went through I almost couldn't bare it.  But their stories gave/give me strength to keep going.  I feel grateful that there are still many people who are willing to give everything to follow their hearts.  My heroes include people from all walks of life.  Stories of survival and courage get me through my darkest hours. And truly no tongue can tell their stories. But I hold on to them in my heart and I keep pushing through my own darkness. I believe in miracles and am constantly pleading for my own 17. ;)  To be honest, I'll take one! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Something extraordinary is about to happen."  Let it be!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21087472-5963630506293008385?l=warmasylum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21087472/posts/default/5963630506293008385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21087472/posts/default/5963630506293008385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warmasylum.blogspot.com/2011/05/17-miracles.html' title='*17 Miracles*'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uAC0unQyUCg/Rwg8p_7ifcI/AAAAAAAAAFs/8fHnWH41MZE/s320/100_2111.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/SResQFe35S8/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21087472.post-1158978232865889676</id><published>2011-05-17T16:45:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T16:46:41.223-06:00</updated><title type='text'>*Happy Mothers day part 2*</title><content type='html'>Oli/Mrs. Hankey got left out of the first video and sent me her own.  Thank you Oli! Next time your in town I'll sneak chocolate milk in your bah bah. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/keaUyNL0zmE" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21087472-1158978232865889676?l=warmasylum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21087472/posts/default/1158978232865889676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21087472/posts/default/1158978232865889676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warmasylum.blogspot.com/2011/05/happy-mothers-day-part-2.html' title='*Happy Mothers day part 2*'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uAC0unQyUCg/Rwg8p_7ifcI/AAAAAAAAAFs/8fHnWH41MZE/s320/100_2111.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/keaUyNL0zmE/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21087472.post-6573907579011502488</id><published>2011-05-10T23:31:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T23:36:21.106-06:00</updated><title type='text'>*Little Saviors On Mount Zion*</title><content type='html'>I'm in the darkest hours of my entire life so far, and God sent me these angels.  I may not be a mother in the worlds eyes, but I take being an aunt to these angels very seriously, as serious as a mother does.  From the oldest Dallas, who is 26 to our newest baby Oli...they are my only heart strings that have not been broken.  They are little Saviors on mount Zion, they are saturdays warriors, they are the last swallow of my "cup of hope." I love you Dallas, Tiffany, Kristiina, Taylor, Chaz, Nash, Zaxter, Jaxton, Kaul, Bleu, Henley and baby Oli.  May our Heavenly Father bless you and may you follow the great Shepherd, Jesus Christ, all your days.  I believe in you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for this video my dear sister Jen...it was a healing balm on a shattered heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/6e-RXTDdsqw" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21087472-6573907579011502488?l=warmasylum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21087472/posts/default/6573907579011502488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21087472/posts/default/6573907579011502488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warmasylum.blogspot.com/2011/05/little-saviors-on-mount-zion.html' title='*Little Saviors On Mount Zion*'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uAC0unQyUCg/Rwg8p_7ifcI/AAAAAAAAAFs/8fHnWH41MZE/s320/100_2111.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/6e-RXTDdsqw/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry></feed>
