tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-46241179155011283992024-03-13T04:40:12.354-07:00Simply Kayla :)Kayla Jillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10158152239528473267noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4624117915501128399.post-38777660511353702372011-04-11T05:21:00.000-07:002011-04-11T05:27:02.060-07:00Zoologically speaking...<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mNxBbw-4CJs/TaLzj4sabpI/AAAAAAAAAQk/qfPwyjs60VM/s1600/Koala.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mNxBbw-4CJs/TaLzj4sabpI/AAAAAAAAAQk/qfPwyjs60VM/s400/Koala.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594301484987215506" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >I went to Charlotte, NC for vacay this past weekend. I stopped in Asheboro and saw the North Carolina Zoological Park. I like how the word "zoological" is supposed to make it sound more spiffy.. and it works too. One of the more random exhibits displayed albino alligators. They were awesome, but eerie looking. On the other hand, it was very tempting not to jump the elephants and zebras exhibits. I wanted to ride them. :(</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div>Kayla Jillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10158152239528473267noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4624117915501128399.post-10334381952173450292010-04-16T23:13:00.000-07:002010-04-16T23:17:31.220-07:00SVU Spring Ball<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;">Okay, so I officially had the best time tonight. It was super fun. Going without a date was probably the funnest its ever been. All of my friends and I, just made a huge dance circle and danced together. It was hilarious, fun, and most of all, a great workout. Haha :)</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;">Its sad to think that it was the last dance of the semester though.. :/</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;">Speaking of that, the weather lately has definitely been pointing to Summer- And I can't wait!</span></span></div>Kayla Jillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10158152239528473267noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4624117915501128399.post-6623182603624420992010-04-03T22:53:00.000-07:002010-04-03T23:02:36.694-07:00Spring :)<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cPPxAKM0e0o/S7grXzyj6kI/AAAAAAAAAPM/sfa0GyjInFg/s1600/3.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456158636598618690" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cPPxAKM0e0o/S7grXzyj6kI/AAAAAAAAAPM/sfa0GyjInFg/s400/3.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cPPxAKM0e0o/S7grUHsw1RI/AAAAAAAAAPE/ps8_9ScWG2Y/s1600/2.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456158573223531794" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cPPxAKM0e0o/S7grUHsw1RI/AAAAAAAAAPE/ps8_9ScWG2Y/s400/2.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cPPxAKM0e0o/S7grO_t5SNI/AAAAAAAAAO8/2bScA-CDPfg/s1600/1.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456158485181450450" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cPPxAKM0e0o/S7grO_t5SNI/AAAAAAAAAO8/2bScA-CDPfg/s400/1.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="color:#cc33cc;">I love Spring!</span> The<span style="color:#ffcc00;"> <span style="color:#ff0000;">c</span>o<span style="color:#33cc00;">l</span><span style="color:#3366ff;">o</span><span style="color:#000099;">r</span><span style="color:#6600cc;">s</span>,</span> the <span style="color:#009900;">blossoms</span>, the <span style="color:#cc6600;">birds</span> (though, not the <span style="color:#000000;">b<span style="color:#ffcc00;">e</span>e</span><span style="color:#ffcc00;">s</span>), the <span style="color:#cc0000;">sunshine</span>, and the <span style="color:#336666;">dewdropped</span> <span style="color:#009900;">grass</span>.</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">Seth and I had so much fun decorating Easter Eggs Cookies with a kit that Penny bought it. It was thuper duper uber fun! :) I made a bunny, and a flamingo cookie, along with a few more.</span><br /><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">Happy Easter everyone!</span></div></div></div>Kayla Jillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10158152239528473267noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4624117915501128399.post-76188647789781076122010-03-21T11:04:00.000-07:002010-03-21T11:21:35.838-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i80.photobucket.com/albums/j169/blueskyy69/daisies.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 450px; height: 337px;" src="http://i80.photobucket.com/albums/j169/blueskyy69/daisies.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; font-size:11px;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="quote" style=" text-decoration: none; font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Not worlds on worlds, in phalanx deep, Need we to prove a God is here; The daisy, fresh from nature's sleep, Tells of His hand in lines as clear. -</span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> J</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">ohn Mason Good</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: medium; color: rgb(51, 0, 51); "></span></div><blockquote><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: medium; color: rgb(51, 0, 51); ">Blue skies, green grass, picnic baskets, floating kites, lady bugs, & rays of sunshine.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';color:#330033;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">I love spring.</span></span></div></blockquote><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';color:#330033;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"></span></span></div></span>Kayla Jillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10158152239528473267noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4624117915501128399.post-2459062230221199712010-03-19T23:19:00.000-07:002010-03-19T23:37:18.854-07:00..meadows of my escape..<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.lightharmony.com/admin/ext/meadow.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 480px; height: 650px;" src="http://www.lightharmony.com/admin/ext/meadow.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 4px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 4px; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003333;">I lie here in this meadow of grass </span></span></span></i></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica; font-size: small; border-collapse: collapse; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 4px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 4px; "><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003333;">Counting clouds as they pass </span></span></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003333;"><br /></span></span></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003333;">Day dreaming without a care </span></span></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003333;">The soft wind blowing through my hair </span></span></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003333;"><br /></span></span></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003333;">The warm sun feels good on my bare skin </span></span></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003333;">I wish this feeling would never end </span></span></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003333;"><br /></span></span></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003333;">But soon the dark clouds reappear </span></span></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003333;">Bringing back all my fears</span></span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003333;"> </span></div></span></div>Kayla Jillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10158152239528473267noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4624117915501128399.post-3448325698909905982010-03-19T22:47:00.000-07:002010-03-19T23:13:56.812-07:00A Conscious Effort<i></i><center><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"The longer I live, the more I realize the impact of attitude on life. Attitude, to me, is more important than facts. It is more important than the past, the education, the money, than circumstances, than failure, than successes, than what other people think or say or do. It is more important than appearance, giftedness or skill. It will make or break a company... a church... a home. The remarkable thing is we have a choice everyday regarding the attitude we will embrace for that day. We cannot change our past... we cannot change the fact that people will act in a certain way. We cannot change the inevitable. The only thing we can do is play on the one string we have, and that is our attitude. I am convinced that life is 10% what happens to me and 90% of how I react to it. And so it is with you... we are in charge of our Attitudes."</span></span></i></center><center><i><br /></i></center><center><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Tonight, Nelson was baptized. It was beautiful. Absolutely beautiful.</span></center><center><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">I am so proud of him and his decision. It has changed his life, and mine.</span></center><center><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></center><center><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">I cannot believe that this semester is over halfway complete. It seems only yesterday that I was walking to my classes for the first time. It is bitter sweet for me to think that it is almost over.</span></center><center><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></center><center><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">I have been thinking a lot about attitude lately. In fact, I even did an experiment. I did away with complaining for one week. I decided that anytime I had a negative thought about something or someone, that I would take the time to see the positives in it. Most everything, I found, had a positive to it -- you just had to find it. I started gaining an appreciation for things I never even considered. It has been a wonderful experience and I am constantly trying to consciously form my attitude, and not base it on events that happen around me. I feel a great sense of power from this. This control. This control of myself.</span></center><center><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><i>My attitude.</i></span></center><center><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><i>My control.</i></span></center>Kayla Jillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10158152239528473267noreply@blogger.com0