Hi! I know...it's been a very long time since I have written in this journal. Allow me to express my most sincere appologies. In my own defense, I have been working to get my own website and blog up. I even went so far as to post a couple of entries in that blog...however due to recent server troubles, my site and blog are down and it will take a bit of doing for me to get them up again.

Soo...in the mean time, you can get you're pure Kimberly-ey goodness right here. I'll be sure to let all of my loyal readers know when to begin switching locales...to continue Kimberly-ey goodness enjoyment elsewhere. I'm convinced that people aren't nearly as enthralled with my life as I'd like to imagine. My readers, instead, return to this site out of awe for the pitifulness of my existance (Is pitifulness a word?) The reality is that through my online journal, I do a service to the good of my fellow blog junkies...who read of my life and woes and feel better about their own. It's okay...it makes me feel good to think that I'm helpful.

So anyhow...I've just returned from my very first yoga class ever! Eeee! It was fun...it was a regular little Res Life reunion. Peter Brooks, David Landenberger, Charissa Gerke, Jess Smith, and Niki Colasso were all there. It made me feel better to have the support of my friends as I struggled gracelessly through the various yoga positions. The highlight was when the class had to begin in a lotus position then grab their heels straightening their knees, balancing on their tail bones. I had no problem with the flexibility required to hold my heels and straighten my legs...I just could not balance on my butt to save me. As soon as I'd assume the v-shape, I'd topple over like a reverse punching clown. I guess my butt was just made for bouncing and not for balancing.