tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21071976985584282702024-02-19T08:28:36.224-08:00OOH EEMy Life. My Story.Uihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15707624553623149922noreply@blogger.comBlogger199125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2107197698558428270.post-80813383181058616832014-03-15T06:49:00.001-07:002014-03-16T11:08:03.621-07:00daddythis post has been a long time coming. every time i'd sit down and start to write, i'd get one line in and then end up hitting delete. what do i say? what do i write about? is this too much? too little? do i keep it light? or serious? where do i start? then i thought of the whole experience and thought to myself, "what do i want to remember most?" so here it is...through my eyes.<br />
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TWO WEEKS: that's how much time the doctors gave him. the cancer was back, and more aggressive than before. surgery was an option, but it would only prolong the inevitable. so two weeks...that's all we had. we knew it was time to take him home. family and friends came to say goodbye...and somehow dad thought it was the perfect time for family home evening. lol. he cracked jokes...told random stories...and kept asking for filipino food (no idea where that came from). and then at the end of the night, it was as if he knew what was coming...he just quietly started bearing his testimony. he got so emotional when he started "scolding" us by saying "READ YOUR SCRIPTURES AND SPREAD THE GOSPEL!" he had two weeks...and that's how he wanted to spend it.<br />
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THE FLIGHT: after getting the confirmation about dad's timeline, we worked quickly to get him home. thank you delta. hospice was set up...his hospital bed was on its way, and the family at home was making preparations for his return. we were on our way. aside from the minor setback with tsa because they couldn't believe the "indefinite" expiration date on his military id...the flight was nice and smooth. the gate agents were great. because it was such an empty flight...they let us board early. which was perfect because we needed that extra time to get him situated. once we got seated he was OUT! lol.<br />
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HOME: everyone was anxious for dad to get home. aaron was there to pick us up, and we were country bound. again...dad slept the whole ride home lol. now that i think of it...he slept that whoooooooole day. i think those drugs did a number on him. once we got home, nui carried him straight to his room and he went straight to bed. lol. we, however, got the house ready for the many visitors we knew would be coming. his friends and and classmates would come buy to talk story, reminisce, play music, and just laugh alongside him. dad was himself once again. it was like he had gotten his second wind. it was a party every other day...a welcome home/farewell party all in one. <span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">sadly i missed most of this during the first week because i had to back for work. so by the time i got back, he slowly started to slow down. he talked less, slept more, more restless and so grouchy lol...well to us at least. this guy ALWAYS had a smile for his visitors...his family got the scowls hahahaha. </span><br />
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every night someone had to sleep next to his bed in case he tried to...make a run for it! nah. he needed help walking, and since he didn't like waiting for anyone, we literally had to sleep right by his bed to make sure he didn't get up and hurt himself. oh and by we...i mean my nephew nui...lol. he was his papa's caregiver.
one night, i remember i was on "sleeper" duty, so i got to sleep on the comfy cot next to dad's hospital bed. as i laid there...slowly drifting off to sleep, i remember tearing up a litle because i knew it was close to the end. as i wiped the tears away i felt a soft touch on my arm. when i opened my eyes, i saw dad leaned up against his bed rail and trying to reach through (remember its a hospital bed, so the bed rail had vertical bars...so imagine jail bars??? lol) to touch my arm. i could barely see his face, but when i looked in his eyes, i could tell he was trying to tell me everything's going to be ok. so i leaned in closer to him (or rather the bed rail lol), kissed his hand, and fell asleep to him just rubbing my arm. i will never forget that precious moment i had with my daddy. </div>
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NOV 4th: sunday. it's been 13 days since we were told dad had two weeks. i remember waking up to aaron saying to come to the room. it might be time. we're all in the room. dad. mom. all of their children and grandchildren. we waited. sang hymns. waited some more. dad's breathing got heavy. more waiting. his breathing calms down. then he opens his eyes, and just looks at all of us...probably thinking "eh what you guys doing?!" hahahaha. we're all there crying our eyeballs out and this guys sikes us out! once we realize that it's NOT time, we all breathe a sigh of relief and go about the day. some head up to church. others start cleaning the garage and backyard...getting ready for the visitors we know will be coming over. and boy did they come. all our family and close friends came and brought way too much food while everyone took turns going in to visit with dad. at one time it was like a party with everyone singing and dancing for dad while he lay in his bad just smiling away. it was perfect. the amount of love that was felt that night..was just unreal. i'm so grateful to know that my life and whole upbringing is rooted in such a strong foundation of amazing people. mahalo. you all know who you are.</div>
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NOV 5th...8:08am: with his eternal companion by his side, and his children and grandchildren all around....my daddy DAVID MALUAE KEO peacefully left his earthly body to return back to our Creator. i will never forget the overwhelming feeling of comfort that came over me at that moment. yes...many a tear was shed..but i was happy at the same time. happy because he was free from pain, and was free to continue His work on the other side. but i was mostly happy because after 16 long years, he and jason were reunited. and i couldn't get over thinking about what a crazy reunion that must've been.</div>
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it's been over a year since he's been gone, and not a day goes by that i don't think about him. i miss him dearly but i know where he is and i know i will see him again. but for now i just continue to live my life knowing he's watching over me. and through it all i try to stay strong for my mom...because i know she misses him even more. so don't worry dad...we're taking care of mom as best we can....even when she gets all irritz and doesn't stick to her diet. lol...he probably wants to slap my head for that last comment...but he knows what i mean when i say that his wife is stubborn. but that's a whole other blog in itself. love you daddy.</div>
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Uihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15707624553623149922noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2107197698558428270.post-2266924730285451322014-03-09T09:59:00.000-07:002014-03-09T10:03:53.855-07:00i'm back...againsaying "it's been a while" is an understatement. the past year (and a half) has been quite the emotional rollercoaster. the constant dips, twists, and never ending "loopty loo's" have kept me from updating the blog. so much has happened that i don't even know where to start. so instead...i got nostalgic and started reading some of my previous posts...hoping to gain some inspiration. and so far...i got nothing. lol...jk. that quick trip down memory lane reminded me of the randomness that is "my life". from my time in pupukea <a href="http://keo6.blogspot.com/2008/11/rumble-at-kavaroots.html" target="_blank">defending kavaroots</a> from crazy alcoholics...to hilarious <a href="http://keo6.blogspot.com/2008/11/random-conversations-with-parentals.html" target="_blank">conversations</a> with the parentals (i've had a lot of those). it also reminded me that there's so much more that's missing right now. so here's to attempt number ?? on getting back on track with blogging. wish me luck....whoever you are!Uihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15707624553623149922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2107197698558428270.post-22737554094727789932013-04-18T23:17:00.002-07:002013-04-18T23:17:39.389-07:00excuse my absenceHOI its definitely been a long time since my last post....but for good reason. so much has happened that its tooo much to write in one post. so here's a quick lil flashback from october to today. omg...i just realized that its been 6 months! well here you go...whoever you are that still reads my blog.<br />
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october: took dad home for his final days....halloween with the whole family in hawaii.<br />
november: greatest man on this earth left to prepare our mansion above *miss you dad*<br />
december: flying back and forth to be with the madre before a dull christmas in utard<br />
january: more flying...and eventually brought the madre up to utah to reside with her favorite daughter of course<br />
february: biggest loser challenge<br />
march: lifestyle changes<br />
april: annoying health issues arise<br />
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well that's it in a nutshell. obviously more blogs will be posted to explain in further detail. but for now i'll let you simmer on that. lol. its been a rough six months but i just keep on keepin' on. i look forward to what this year has to offer. 2 more months til i hit the big...dare i say it...3....0!!! oh boy. got some fun plans for that one, and i hope it goes through. until then my blog-owers....Uihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15707624553623149922noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2107197698558428270.post-17172673235367214052012-09-15T03:07:00.001-07:002012-09-15T03:07:28.794-07:00baptisms and touchdownsa few weeks ago number 5 of 6 of the saaga clan got baptized! yup...this rascal kid stepped through the waters of baptism to come out clean and pure. what made the day extra special was that he got to share this precious moment with his cousin who turned eight a few weeks before he did. so double baptism!!! lol. most of our family was able to be here with the two "converts" which made it doubly special. here's some pix from that morning.<br />
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after the baptism, everybody had rushed home to change clothes and get ready for his football game! yup...he's a busy one. get baptized in the morning, then play his heart out on the field in the afternoon. and boy did he play hard. we were all sitting in the end zone, and his team was about 10-15 yards away from scoring. and then as we looked up we saw our little so'i running with the ball straight towards us!!! yup....he scored his first touchdown of the season and his team ended up winning!!! after the game i asked him...."so'i did you see us cheering for you when you scored?" and his reply in true so'i fashion, full of excitement, "YEAH! i saw ALL your FACES!" hahahaha this kid is 10 much! gotta love 'em. and then later we found out that he told one of his primary teachers about his touchdown and said "the holy ghost told me where to run!" such the enthusiastic kid! gotta luv it.</div>
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after his game, his older brothers had a game. kawika, who is now 13 has started playing for the westlake freshman team (even though he's still in 8th grade). so we just walked on to the next field to watch the older boys. after being slightly delayed due to thunderstorms in the area (never before have i seen so much lightning)...the game was on!!! their game was a little boring cuz they blew the other team away but the highlight was that both boys scored a touchdown...kawika and the newest addition to ka 'ohana saaga...d'armon auelua-natoa. i call him auaga cause he's an auelua/saaga...hence....AUAGA! hahahahaha. </div>
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it was a great day full of family fun...even though i had to work later that day. one thing that stood out that day though, was that not only did these kids get support from their family, but practically their whole branch. they're so blessed to have such a huge support system from such a small branch. kawika's coaching staff is practically made up of all their branch members, so the stands are always full of people from Eagle Mountain 12th! i'm so grateful for the love and support they continually show my sister and her family. it makes me feel a lot better knowing that they're taken care of while i'm so far away from them. and yes...orem is FAR! oh....did i mention i moved to orem...the last place i ever thought i would end up. *heavy sigh* but i'll save that for another post.</div>
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Uihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15707624553623149922noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2107197698558428270.post-19219204894570005832012-09-09T21:22:00.004-07:002012-09-09T21:25:41.063-07:00cancer....you can suck it!!!this post has been a long time coming now. the title pretty much sums
it all up. cancer...you SUCK! you come uninvited and turn our world
upside down! we're no exception to your wrath...yet you didn't expect
we'd fight you til the end! so hiyeeeeYAH! take that roundhouse kick to
the gut and never come back! please? lol<br />
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for those that know my family, you know that the
core...(or in the words of nacho libre...the 'nucleus') of everything
KEO is our father....david maluae. many know him as the happy hawaiian
who takes his smile everywhere he goes, who's not afraid to wave to
complete strangers (who he later befriends after finding ANYTHING they
may have in common....ie "oh you visiting from utah??? my kids moved
over there...you know anyone in saratoga springs??" hahaha). yup....dis
guy...he can make a complete stranger his best friend in a matter of
minutes. that just goes to show how big his heart is and many have been
the recipients of his unconditional love.<br />
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for our
family...he's been our rock. the calm through every storm we've had to
endure. especially lately with mom being so sick, he has always been by
her side. always cracking jokes with her and everyone else who would
come to visit. just doing what he does best...make people smile. but
now it was her turn. our turn. to be the rock for him. to be the ones
that he could lean on and depend on.<br />
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friday june 15 dad was admitted to the utah valley
regional hospital in provo, utah. after complaining of headaches, and
achy legs, he visited the doctor to find that there was some bleeding in
his brain. a cat scan was later conducted to get a better idea of what
was going on and that's where they found four masses (possible tumors).
he was scheduled immediately for surgery the next day. long story short,
surgery was a success. they were able to remove two of the tumors (yup
we later found out they were tumors), and because the other two were in
vital areas of his brain, they doctors opted not to remove them. so they
decided to do radiation instead to shrink them. a total of 14
treatments were then scheduled over the next few weeks. <br />
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the next few days post surgery were a
little tough considering dad was sleeping the whole time. although the
doctors were encouraged that he was making a great recovery, we couldn't
tell because he was asleep. but thanks to the many phone
calls/texts/facebook messages and of course prayers and visits...it made
the wait that much more bearable. when dad finally woke up (about
three days later) he wasn't quite the same. aside from being weak and
bed ridden for the next few weeks, he was QUIET and barely spoke. talk
about full on 180....this podagee who always had something to say about
anyone/anyplace/anytime/anyTHING....was speechless! lol. i laugh now but
it was actually pretty scary...facing the realization that he may never
be the same. *sigh*<br />
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well fortunately he's a fighter. the next week or so
he stayed in the ICU so they could better monitor his recovery, and not
too long after he was transferred to the physical therapy unit of the
hospital. and talk about intensive therapy...his whole day was full of
various sessions of speech therapy, occupational therapy and physical
therapy. not to mention he still had to finish up his radiation regimen.
doesn't that sound like a lot for someone who just got out of brain
surgery two weeks ago? well...it is. good news...daddy's a SOULJAH and
took it like a champ! the nurses would always talk about how much
progress he would be making each day. and soon enough dad was telling us
all about his adventures in therapy himself.<br />
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"ho guess how far i walked today? 2000 yards!"<br />
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"ho guess how many stairs i went climb today? 25!"<br />
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"eh...waste time speech therapy! i know how fo' talk!"<br />
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hahaha...towards
the end of his staycation at the hospital he was goin off saying all
kine random things. talking about how he hates the hospital food. one
time when i was trying to get him to eat his food he said, "the only way
i goin eat this is if they give me pakalolo!" heeeeeellllooooo!!!!
hahahaha. the nurse was looking at us funny and was like, "what's
pakalolo?" so i told him "weed...u guys get?" hahahaha. too much this
guy! and this is when we knew it was time for him to come home.<br />
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as i'm finishing up this post, i realize its been
almost 2 months since daddy's been out of the hospital. he hasn't fully
recovered....is weak at times, and takes a lot of naps. however, he's
doing his best to keep busy. he writes everything...and i mean
EVERYTHING down. from what he ate for lunch, to who bought it for him
and from where! lol. it may seem a little OCD but this daily activity
helps to keep his brain active. the one thing that is difficult for him
though is his ability to hear. his hearing aid totally died on him, and
after sending it in to get fixed he went to a hearing specialist and
found out that he can go in for surgery to get his hearing fixed. kaloz.
but other than that he's doing just fine. <br />
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we want to
thank everyone for everything you've down for us during this time. from
stopping by just to say hi to whoever was there, to providing full on
meals. also for all those who have continually kept dad in your
prayers....we thank you. you have no idea what it all means to us, and
we are forever grateful for everything. his health is slowly improving
and he is out and about spending time with his family. he will be in
utah for a little while...at least until he gets his strength back.
until then feel free to give him a call, or post on his (or any of his
kids) facebook. he's always happy to hear from his friends. <br />
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Uihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15707624553623149922noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2107197698558428270.post-46352556699597130522012-06-15T16:23:00.003-07:002012-06-15T16:23:35.186-07:00love life and nosy peopleso life has been CRAZY busy the past month...and it continues to look like that the rest of the summer. but i came across this ecard (you know those hilarious little sayings put up on retro looking cards) and thought i'd blog about it because it was hilarious!<br />
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so i've been meeting a lot of new people through work lately and as soon as they find out i'm not married they start asking about my dating life. seriously? i JUST met you...anyhoo..this ecard pretty much sums up my response to each of these ni'ele (nosy) people. hahaha! i feel like i should turn this into a shirt and wear it to every new event we have at work. it would just make life so much easier. lol.<br /><br />Uihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15707624553623149922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2107197698558428270.post-54750780437950611572012-05-23T03:23:00.000-07:002012-05-23T03:23:41.076-07:00convos with mama<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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as the parentals get older...it seems their conversations or one liners get crazier and funnier. so i just had to document this short little tid bit between mi madre and the niece.<br />
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niece (while texting from her g-ma's phone): mama...do you have free texts?<br />
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niece: mama!<br />
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madre: what?<br />
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niece: do you have free texts?<br />
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madre (grouchily): eh...i don't have ANY money on me!<br />
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niece: *giggles* what?!<br />
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madre: oh..what did you say?<br />
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me: eh...she asked if you have free texts<br />
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madre: OH! i though you asked if i had three cents!<br />
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me and the niece: BUAHAHAHAHA!!!<br />
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me: ummm...why would she ask you THAT?! what is she gonna do with THREE CENTS?! <br />
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hahahahahaha!!! kalofae that old lady. she just gets crazier and crazier! gotta luv her.Uihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15707624553623149922noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2107197698558428270.post-90014526657039165202012-04-30T16:30:00.001-07:002012-04-30T16:30:54.750-07:00mini spring break with the saaga'sback in my younger years, i remember always looking forward to the different breaks we had in school. spring break being one of them. because usually it meant we got to spend everyday doing nothing but watch tv, play outside or at the beach, or just be a mall rat. back then spring break always fell around the last week of march...which was perfect because we usually had perfect weather. then i grew up. boo. and unless you're a teacher, sorry bout it but no spring break for you!<br />
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so....what's the next best alternative? living vicariously through nieces and nephews who still have a week off in the middle of spring. last year it was spent on the west coast at disneyland...this year...east coast to washington d.c. and new york city!!!! so of course being the cool awesome SINGLE aunt that i am...i HAD to tag along. lol. the next few days were all a blur...but there's nothing like experiencing new things with the people you love. since talking about everything would take too long, here's a quick summary:<br />
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*smithsonian museum of natural history*walking around the DC mall*picture taking at the capitol*driving for days looking for a restaurant*late night packing*early wake up call for breakfast*checking in 9 people and 12 bags*flying into NYC*picking up the rental car*upgrading car to fit all of us*driving for 2.5 hours in traffic to jersey*naptime*driving through tolls for days*TIMES SQUARE*seeing BFF on billboard in times square*toys 'r us*bubba gumps*red stairs*nighty night*sleeping in*driving through new tunnel back to city*walking 2 miles more than we needed to*missing our appt*lunchtime*sassy subway workers*9/11 memorial*empire state building*hailing a cab...FAIL*dirty subway stations*cruise mode back to jersey*ruby tuesdays for dinner*worst service EVER*jon ken po tourney with the little boys*packing*rest*flying back to bootah*</div>
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luv me some good pizza. the rest of the evening was spent catching up
with a good friend at "smart cookie" a new fave dessert spot here in
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with it being easter sunday the next day it was vital that i make it to church. especially since i haven't been to my ward for a whole month. so of course...i slept in again and missed church. lol. it was a quiet easter this year. 2 of my 4 utah families were out of town, so we went to the oler household for easter lunch. it was hard to really get into the spirit of this holiday with everyone else out of town...but we made the most of it for our two little easter bunnies. its a good thing they're only one and didn't notice that we (the parents and the aunties) totally failed this easter. waiting at the very last minute we found out our easter bin in storage only had grass and no eggs. lol. so we had to improvise and ended up using the same 10 eggs our cousin ang had. its a good thing these kids are only one cause they didn't notice us recycling the eggs they would find. hahaha. ghetto i know...but we do what we can. they still had fun. at least they had super cute easter baskets this year, and not a plastic bag like our kids normally sport. hahaha. <br />
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<i>twinkies ready for church in their easter attire</i></div>
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the rest of the evening was spent watching tv...again.
lol. so needless to say it was a nice lazy weekend. which is just what i
needed after a month of being on the go everyday. but i think i need to
get out of this lazy mode because i've missed working out three days
this week! no bueno. but i'm off to the east coast on friday to meet up
with the sisters and chillenz to finish off their spring break in NYC!!!
i love that city! "on-the-go" mode here i come!!!<br />
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so since march was wedding month, i had spent the first two weekends flying to cali to help out with as much as i could. and then i flew out the weekend before the wedding and stayed until the big day. i brought my sister along with me the week of the wedding cause i knew there would be a lot to do. and boy was a right. as soon as we got there we went straight to work. here's a play by play of our schedule for that week:<br />
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friday:<br />
- arrive in orange county and head out to coto de caza (where the real housewives of orange county live) to pick up the brides head piece and a few silver platters for the hors d'oeuvres<br />
- head out to murrieta thinking we would get some shut eye. WRONG. programs had to be glued to cardstock, on both sides...so instead of waiting til the next day we started it up at midnight and finished by 4am.<br />
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saturday:<br />
- BALL day! cutting out 1800 paper circles...then folding and gluing them together to make a total of 90 balls! this took us literally ALL day...from 10am-7am the next day<br />
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sunday:<br />
- day of rest...oh wait...that is after ironing approximately 100 chair ties.<br />
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monday:<br />
- ironing 30+ huge table cloths<br />
- ironing 100 seat covers and figuring out how to store them<br />
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tuesday:<br />
- salon day!!! getting our nails did with the bride<br />
- continue ironing 200+ more seat covers<br />
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wednesday:<br />
- visiting the venue to map out the ceremony<br />
- chopping up veggies, baking cakes and making pudding for desserts, and skewering grapes for pupu's<br />
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thursday:<br />
- rehearsal day! headed up to long beach early to get a few last minute items for the wedding<br />
- arriving at the chapel on time...only to wait an hour since everyone else (who lived the closest) came late. hahaha.<br />
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friday:<br />
- crunch time...chopping up the rest of the fruit for the hors d'oeuvres.<br />
- practicing the taualuga with the bride<br />
- loading up the cars with everything that needed to be transported to the venue the next morning<br />
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saturday:<br />
- waking the bride up at 6am to start getting ready<br />
- waking up the rest of the bridesmaids to get ready as well before heading over to the venue to help set up<br />
- returning to the house to send the bride and groom off for the bridals while the rest of us get ready...<br />
- head to the venue and then....GAME TIME!!!!<br />
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everything about that day was BEAUTIFUL!!! and i know i've said this before but i'm over the moon happy for these two...because of everything that they have both gone through to finally come together. and i'm just so happy to have met both of them and be part of that special day. here's some pix from that crazy week!<br />
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<br />Uihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15707624553623149922noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2107197698558428270.post-4414390422360575442012-03-28T15:23:00.000-07:002012-03-28T15:24:24.996-07:00the bestiesin a previous post i know i mentioned that two of my very best friends were getting hitched...to each other. this was definitely a first for me...the whole being close to both the bride and the groom. so naturally i was chosen to be the maid of honor. hahaha...nah..jk. well...the time has come for these two to get married. but before i get to that i have to share the story of how i've come to know these two beautiful people...and how it alllllll happened.<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">first meet the bride...ms ana eileen aiono</span><br />
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgruAo2XQgWtJ1gfjZyLB6_0Nt2tBon6Rkl7yxW2a8nbjqTIWSEhGkQepmabubVULVfFreIA-fjhCxJCtq7FeQmLQK4uwHExJXNCVWJoGWMj8mcgyLyt-q2LxQYKg9ApzACNxYD6XC3gh8/s1600/IMG_0305.JPG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgruAo2XQgWtJ1gfjZyLB6_0Nt2tBon6Rkl7yxW2a8nbjqTIWSEhGkQepmabubVULVfFreIA-fjhCxJCtq7FeQmLQK4uwHExJXNCVWJoGWMj8mcgyLyt-q2LxQYKg9ApzACNxYD6XC3gh8/s320/IMG_0305.JPG" width="320" /></a>she and i met in the spring of 2006. she and her niece, morgan, just moved out to hawaii from arizona and started working with me at turtle bay. because they were new to the island, i took pity on them since they had no friends and introduced them to my friends. hahahaha...totally kidding bout the taking pity part...but i did befriend them and introduce them to the YSA scene in laie. they came at the right time too because me and my roommates were in the process of house hunting for a bigger place, and since ana and momo were so over paying for their overpriced apartment, we invited them to move in with us. and that began our bond as musicbox sistahs for life!<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">then there's the groom....gregory robert dowden</span><br />
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAQ9mXUfxe33yqXiWzbd9M1-UBQo-rhNmGU-NchKPXpRiop3TTmGRV3x9JnbGNYH3zW_IKD7cxvxHqyhA5KfltsqY8WN8_WlPea9w9IxlzLF6uwvu76oixOoYKAiDR7mJ1U9Y53ll_YH4/s1600/IMG_0304.JPG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAQ9mXUfxe33yqXiWzbd9M1-UBQo-rhNmGU-NchKPXpRiop3TTmGRV3x9JnbGNYH3zW_IKD7cxvxHqyhA5KfltsqY8WN8_WlPea9w9IxlzLF6uwvu76oixOoYKAiDR7mJ1U9Y53ll_YH4/s320/IMG_0304.JPG" width="320" /></a>we first officially met the summer of 2007 at a ysa ward activity. i had always heard so much about him from my other friends who went to school with him at byuh his freshmen year. he left for a mission, went to school in utah for a couple years and returned to byuh to finish up. i would always hear stories about them and this white boy greg. so when i first met him...he was like..."hi..i'm greg." and instantly i knew...he was the white boy. it wasn't until later that year...after winter ball i think, where we became close. next thing i know is i was picking him up from the airport after his winter break and we hung out pretty much everyday after that.<br />
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they both met each other in the ward the same year i met greg. ana's sister in law is from the same area greg's from and she actually worked at his high school. so when he first came back to hawai'i that's how he introduced himself to ana. but i don't think they started hanging out til later in 2008 when ana came back to visit and i was hanging out with greg...so naturally she started hanging with him as well. then when he went back to cali that year, they met up there and started hanging out there, and developed a lasting friendship. they've seen each other make it and break it with past relationship, yet always seemed to miss each other when it came to developing that "more than friends" relationship. but now finally after 4 years...they have turned a new page in each others lives, and are not stuck with each other..FOOORRRREEEEVVVEEERRRR!!! lolUihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15707624553623149922noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2107197698558428270.post-33677702694438375292012-02-27T16:29:00.004-08:002012-03-15T14:05:32.809-07:00twinkies turn ONE!!!it has been a loooooooong time coming now...but my twin niece and nephew have finally turned ONE!!! these two little munchkins have been a huge blessing for our family...especially their parents. i still remember the days where 1...we found out honey girl was pregnant...and then 2...finding out that she was having TWINS...then 3...discovering that one of her little peanuts had a peanut and one didn't....and then 4...welcoming them into the world. since i live with them...i've been there with them every step of the way. from rushing over to the hospital with my older sister after working graveyard shifts with delta...to take the morning shift as the parentals rested...to changing dirty bums and spit up when the formula didn't agree with them. a lot has happened within the past year, so what better way to celebrate their 1 year mark than with a baby lu'au?!<br /><br />this party has been in the planning/prepping stages for months....literally! and thank goodness because if we had left everything at the last minute i think i would have wanted to shoot myself. hahaha. but even though we had prepped almost half of the decorations before hand, there was still A LOT to do the week of. what seemed to make it even more stressful was that we only had 3 hours to setup!!! yup....we found out later that the chapel we were using for the party was having stake baptisms earlier in the day, so we weren't allowed to set anything up the day before. talk about stress alert! but thanks to the many helping hands of family and friends, we were able to git'er done just in time for all the guests, and the party was a HUGE success. mahalo nunui to everyone who came and contributed to this milestone for our twinkies!!!<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWprnixbXMhPyZjEOWMclAJvIPnnwiDUXlOYV-zn8QkbwLuApXmaNmrV_EQ8XHldOx6opUX_XK0srFkQqSfVF6mAs_wN-o6rX6jDs69RZQtokNcr7BbRRVb0ioAmmf7WkyeKCa6-n5e_Q/s640/blogger-image--264184121.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWprnixbXMhPyZjEOWMclAJvIPnnwiDUXlOYV-zn8QkbwLuApXmaNmrV_EQ8XHldOx6opUX_XK0srFkQqSfVF6mAs_wN-o6rX6jDs69RZQtokNcr7BbRRVb0ioAmmf7WkyeKCa6-n5e_Q/s640/blogger-image--264184121.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">some of the decor</span><br /></div><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9zjgRfU6L3bt1YJnQSH01dgL0Cw72e3N-GBkoGYxM4Z4A6S7sm39UKW-Mz5lJqDbBUDQLobboMyMeqhNmnNY-kMlwAIbKZNCW7GGwPpZLlVq3CBM41_QwWUUO1lqj5fakrtOFSabpnhk/s640/blogger-image--1879988414.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9zjgRfU6L3bt1YJnQSH01dgL0Cw72e3N-GBkoGYxM4Z4A6S7sm39UKW-Mz5lJqDbBUDQLobboMyMeqhNmnNY-kMlwAIbKZNCW7GGwPpZLlVq3CBM41_QwWUUO1lqj5fakrtOFSabpnhk/s640/blogger-image--1879988414.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">games station that go toe' up by the end of the night</span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWZ5Ds-tHnLraHt0tDJhdDJTCoQKv1cK-KsgamqBgspkTbjhopx7n0DeTjp3EQYl2S6XCn4B0pDQY6VBLIcjKBVqwze9ALAOb5ge1JSygtl__pfomY05kx4dFQ3_Mgbji4peA5pnCEqOQ/s640/blogger-image-13936948.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWZ5Ds-tHnLraHt0tDJhdDJTCoQKv1cK-KsgamqBgspkTbjhopx7n0DeTjp3EQYl2S6XCn4B0pDQY6VBLIcjKBVqwze9ALAOb5ge1JSygtl__pfomY05kx4dFQ3_Mgbji4peA5pnCEqOQ/s640/blogger-image-13936948.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">more decor</span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmiELMB7VnPCJJtCGjBPthhN3L2fQfpAyFai7m2P2VRLDwe-8kowKjs2BHUO2zseqYc5k_Gnvz1asWnu0wiEuB3DRoRot-A8ovKdLan9t2CrGzHE7GHaYW-xIgj2A5XLZ0G-2k8XIkrgI/s640/blogger-image--701575329.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmiELMB7VnPCJJtCGjBPthhN3L2fQfpAyFai7m2P2VRLDwe-8kowKjs2BHUO2zseqYc5k_Gnvz1asWnu0wiEuB3DRoRot-A8ovKdLan9t2CrGzHE7GHaYW-xIgj2A5XLZ0G-2k8XIkrgI/s640/blogger-image--701575329.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">dessert table</span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqdbpAepyvNSHcElkKv1NRlOdWsYEo761NahwqcVw5LAdJxkG2K1kCWBItzQ5ecJ7zujHNZ2P34Ddb_EwvIPqn6FrJZiG7qkowNHyMhoJNkkc4mDzFFTtX-EuEToR8jtrWII0yQdbLvCo/s640/blogger-image-647080302.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqdbpAepyvNSHcElkKv1NRlOdWsYEo761NahwqcVw5LAdJxkG2K1kCWBItzQ5ecJ7zujHNZ2P34Ddb_EwvIPqn6FrJZiG7qkowNHyMhoJNkkc4mDzFFTtX-EuEToR8jtrWII0yQdbLvCo/s640/blogger-image-647080302.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">the two happy one year olds sporting their hau'ula gear...how's da shorts/skirt...meeeean bu!</span><br /></div>Uihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15707624553623149922noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2107197698558428270.post-67615176480716748582012-02-17T15:57:00.002-08:002012-02-21T01:30:47.161-08:00baby nameslast weekend i took a quick trip home just to escape the cold weather in utah. while walking home from the beach one day i was talking to my niece about her new brother that is expected to come in may. just a little background...this is my oldest brother's (aaron) eldest child that i was talking to. my brother's three kids are the same age as my sister's (leone) youngest three kids. so when they get together, they are practically inseparable. keonaona...my niece that i was talking to loves her saaga cousins so much...this conversation is definitely evidence of that.<br /><br />me: so naona are you excited you're having a new baby brother?<br /><br />naona: yup.<br /><br />me: what's his name?<br /><br />naona: teancum. that's daddy's favorite person in the scriptures.<br /><br />me: oh really...cool.<br /><br />naona: yeah..but we have to think of a hawaiian name for him. like the rest of us.<br /><br />me: oh yeah...and which family name will he have? you have kamaka'ala (her mother's maiden name), malu boy has rivers (my mother's maiden name), and hiwa has sproat (her maternal grandmother's maiden name). so what name do you think your baby brother is gonna have?<br /><br />naona: ummm...i don't know...maybe saaga?!<br /><br />me: buahahahahaha!!!!! GIRL...das your uncle ope's family not your dads!<br /><br />omg...i just had to post this for memory's sake. that girl has just spent toooooo much time with her saaga cousins.Uihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15707624553623149922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2107197698558428270.post-29597011487891026582012-02-09T15:53:00.000-08:002012-02-09T16:00:33.148-08:00aloha THURSDAY!!!!<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNUvNKwSvbCGRUajcW98ICuEEZ1XhidIH0TrerfdlQ9_nI5CzG0I6bTAEIkiBrs_D9TLeebzpR33DXeQEuU227SFBUz39hsniz_xymQNrBZ3hRj2Xld1RUmiKR5wZeRKrmCr92QnMHpwI/s1600/ekoluniu.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNUvNKwSvbCGRUajcW98ICuEEZ1XhidIH0TrerfdlQ9_nI5CzG0I6bTAEIkiBrs_D9TLeebzpR33DXeQEuU227SFBUz39hsniz_xymQNrBZ3hRj2Xld1RUmiKR5wZeRKrmCr92QnMHpwI/s320/ekoluniu.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707288522220042866" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">the beach down the road from my childhood home</span></span><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNUvNKwSvbCGRUajcW98ICuEEZ1XhidIH0TrerfdlQ9_nI5CzG0I6bTAEIkiBrs_D9TLeebzpR33DXeQEuU227SFBUz39hsniz_xymQNrBZ3hRj2Xld1RUmiKR5wZeRKrmCr92QnMHpwI/s1600/ekoluniu.jpg"></a></div><br />i'm so ready to get outta here for a much needed vacation. i know you're probably thinking "what?! you just got back from a trip to ny and phx?!?!?!" those were hecka fun...but not quite relaxing. so now i'm going to my favorite place....home. ready to get some much needed sun and relaxation. its the perfect time to fly standby since all the other poly's and their mama here in slc are flying down to vegas for the rugby 7's. so bring on the poke and rice...boots and kimo's pancakes...cinnamon's red velvet pancakes...storto's deli sandwiches...sharks cove grill veggie burger...shokudo's honey toast...and ERRRRRRRRRRthang else!!! diet goin out the window this weekend! lol.Uihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15707624553623149922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2107197698558428270.post-57851791312285051232012-02-07T15:01:00.001-08:002012-02-08T13:49:26.298-08:00prayer, meditation and dance centralthis past saturday was the 2nd stop in a 3-part bridal shower series. with the eat, pray, love themed bridal shower extravaganza, and the <a href="http://keo6.blogspot.com/2012/01/bridal-shower-extravaganza.html">"eat"</a> part already taken care of...it was time to head out to india, arizona for some prayer and self discovery. since the bride to be spent most of her time living in arizona, (and with the maitron of honor living there), it was only appropriate to have everyone there join in on the celebration.<br /><br />the beautiful matiron of honor (niece of the bride), ms. morgan casey gilmore along with her mother (sister of the bride) played hostess to the festivities. to keep with the "pray" theme, the gilmore home was transformed into our very own indian temple. complete with specific chakra colors chosen for the bride.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiC0xtlP4Nqog5oRvm06_HPvUB5EBbuHcRdgkl0rE_4E94D4QGuaAOZWCR12Njp8aUhIszfN7WaatZMfoW-zaCOMKn5cyK4Y5QK0oklWKPHa2rHeKXVkDuL-PBNexZf1McFeveBwXanPdg/s640/blogger-image-1178664056.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiC0xtlP4Nqog5oRvm06_HPvUB5EBbuHcRdgkl0rE_4E94D4QGuaAOZWCR12Njp8aUhIszfN7WaatZMfoW-zaCOMKn5cyK4Y5QK0oklWKPHa2rHeKXVkDuL-PBNexZf1McFeveBwXanPdg/s640/blogger-image-1178664056.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">red</span>...the base...to ground spirit forces in body<br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);">orange</span>...sacral...utilization of creative forces in all aspects of being<br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">green</span>...heart...release emotionally suppressed trauma<br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">indigo</span>...third eye...clearing subconscious to channel intuition<br /><br />it was beautiful! the mellow bollywood tunes playing in the background definitely set the mood and had everyone feeling like we were in india.<br /><br />later...alberta...the bride's eldest sister, who just so happens to be a practicing yogi lead us in some simple meditation and prayer exercises that put us all in a state of peace...and sore arms. lol. the food was delicious...and the company was more than entertaining. one of the highlights of the night for myself was meeting up with this beautiful mama.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBKzVLMiDQPvfejKaJ9amxV-0LbkerunrNdeokE_mAm8ho5_0S7Mh0ZB1m9xgZYgx1XCvEK5zrQE3HnvpDlCbzXgB-0j22LtoZ0yzRm_MJXAVXr1BC_CIstW3ki2bZzz8cpnpx_D6lr6I/s640/blogger-image-1275205665.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBKzVLMiDQPvfejKaJ9amxV-0LbkerunrNdeokE_mAm8ho5_0S7Mh0ZB1m9xgZYgx1XCvEK5zrQE3HnvpDlCbzXgB-0j22LtoZ0yzRm_MJXAVXr1BC_CIstW3ki2bZzz8cpnpx_D6lr6I/s640/blogger-image-1275205665.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><br />i've known ms. robin almost as long as i've known ana and morgan, and now that she resides in arizona, it was so nice to see her and just crack up for days talking about all our adventures back in hawai'i.<br /><br />after we got all relaxed and ready for bed...morgan just had to challenge us all in the art of dance! lol. so this is what we spent the rest of the night doing. lol.<br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dw_biq5LTsk1gUHaz_-6aoxVE5KbIa4En5dguEnVHuMMCSgUcCY_EqEoMJMXc1w1PnI8hm0REbKcxsy8W5tPQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><br /><br />it was nice to chill and hang out with the rest of ana's family out in az...even if it was for a short trip. this just makes me even more excited for the final shower in cali...where we'll be celebrating love in bali, california.Uihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15707624553623149922noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2107197698558428270.post-90854273547831635222012-02-02T16:41:00.000-08:002012-02-03T00:56:28.088-08:00i wanna be a LOSER...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXzcrowO-T5CxdWYBrCrSiPlHZA7oxF1f0PlhAAzPurTRSeEswVLrfIh1ZErzaYnUODk8Vwz0q30pJi8lELFqSxPkUfVLMniqOnAoAmp9PIdHLnmopp9_LaznLsnHE3s8bbhJnngG9WjA/s1600/you-loser-300x290.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 290px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXzcrowO-T5CxdWYBrCrSiPlHZA7oxF1f0PlhAAzPurTRSeEswVLrfIh1ZErzaYnUODk8Vwz0q30pJi8lELFqSxPkUfVLMniqOnAoAmp9PIdHLnmopp9_LaznLsnHE3s8bbhJnngG9WjA/s320/you-loser-300x290.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704825391468803010" border="0" /></a>i know everyone sets the goal with each new year to release some excess weight...yet this year i'm DETERMINED!!! i actually started working on my release in late november. PERFECT time to start with thanksgiving and the holidays just around the corner right?! well...i didn't care. i was in "i'm-gonna-be-in-a-wedding-line" mode, and was determined to make that lifestyle change.<br /><br />so i'm happy to say....IT'S WORKING! they say if you do something consistently for 21 days it then becomes a habit. well...i'm a habitual "worker-outer"...hahaha. yup. i've been going to the gym consistently at least 4-5 times a week for a month!!! this may not seem like such a big deal to some, but for me this is HUGE! i haven't worked out on a consistent basis like this since i was in high school!!! but i do it. a lot of it has to do with my new work schedule which actually allows me to wake up early(er than normal for me) at 9am to get ready to go to the gym. but i feel like i have no life during the week. this has been my normal schedule mon-fri this past month:<br /><br />*wake up at 9am and get ready for the gym*<br />*zumba classes usually start between 10-1030..depending on what gym we go to*<br />*get home by 12pm to make lunch*<br />*get ready for work at the hawaiian cultural center (work 2pm-6pm)*<br />*get home in time for a quick dinner*<br />*jump on the phones by 715pm and work my normal 8 hr shift with delta*<br />*off the phones by 345am...straight to bed for a quick snooze before starting all over again the next day*<br /><br />seems crazy right?! well...there are some days where i have friends at delta pick up the first few hours of my shift, so i can take a little break here and there. or i'll take a day off with the hawaiian cultural center (LOVE that they're super flexible).<br /><br />you would think that i can catch up on rest over the weekend right?! WRONG...i've been busy almost every weekend so far this year...and will continue to have something going on clear until april! between bridal showers, hawaiian community events, and girls trips...life has kept me busy busy busy!!! and i LOVE it!<br /><br />so with all this work and working out going on...you're probably wondering...is it working? well i'm happy to say it is...little by little. one of the biggest things that has helped me out has been the new app i downloaded, <a href="http://loseit.com/">lose it!</a> i say how much i wanna lose each week, and it gives me a daily calorie allowance. i've never been more conscience of what i ate. but its working. i'm already down 6 pounds since i started 2 weeks ago!!! so here's to a healthier new year!!!<div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div>Uihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15707624553623149922noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2107197698558428270.post-90723539652469238802012-01-30T16:06:00.000-08:002012-02-01T22:11:15.588-08:00NEW YORK...."these streets will make you feel brand new, big lights will inspire you, hear it for NEW YORK!"<br />-alicia keys-<br /><br />yup...just got back a few days ago and i wanna go back! i never thought i would have enjoyed myself in the big apple as much as i did this weekend. i'm not gonna lie...i'm not that big of a city girl. i like my country side and big open spaces. crowded cities annoy me. BUT...its always been a dream of mine to go to new york city...mostly because of everything that i've seen on tv and in movies. everything just looks so exciting!!! so i've always told myself that i will go there someday....and it has finally happened!!!<br /><br />so thursday night two of my long time girlfriends (who happen to both be married with kids...props to their husbands for letting them go) and i started our journey. since we all have flight benefits we had always talked about going on a girls trip for some time now...so we were excited that it actually worked out this time.<br /><br />here are some of the highlights of our quick trip:<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">*getting help from all the friendly people of NYC who could tell we weren't from there from the "i'm totally lost" look on our face"<br />*getting yelled at by the subway conductor for walking too slow....lol*<br />*walking in the rain...which really wasn't that bad because it was surprisingly warm*<br />*meeting lia (our hostess with the mostess) and baby nohea (the cutest lil chubba lubba ever)*<br />*feeling artsy and learning some history at the met*<br />*chicken and rice*<br />*getting yelled at by the chicken and rice guy for taking too long to order....even when we were the ONLY ones there*<br />*yummy red velvet cupcake from magnolia bakery*<br />*rockefeller center*<br />*manhattan temple*<br />*times square*<br />*the red stairs....so amazing*<br />*john's pizza...where the bruschetta was waaaaaaay good*<br />*MAMMA MIA*<br />*cruisin it back to brooklyn to take lia back to her hotel*<br />*talking story with the cab driver back to OUR hotel*<br />*being informed that the pepsi cola sign along the manhattan bridge...is not a warehouse...just a sign...lol (inside joke)*<br />*finally getting some much needed rest*<br />*waking up late, but still making time to tame the bush...lol*<br />*catching the PATH to hoboken, nj which was surprisingly fast and easy*<br />*carlo's bake shop...where i discovered the lobster tail pastry doesn't have ANY lobster in it*<br />*walking around the outside of the world trade center memorial*<br />*battery park*<br />*staten island ferry*<br />*statue of liberty*<br />*talking story for days on the way back to times square, only to discover we passed it by 7 stops*<br />*eating dinner at bubba gumps at times square where the waiters "yelled" happy birthday for savani*<br />*enjoying the stop and go cab ride to the airport*<br />*walking 5 miles to our gate...ok maybe not that long but dang it was far*<br />*making it back to slc safe and sound*<br /><br /></div><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVTPJqTd9zl7zH6Wg9pgXT6bIvYYQWhmc40ls0u5DLKY7mmAckUD49RDaxfg-YRMk3isauAbYHblUwWjwUTMJpfq8LDR412Zu56woL3PXtROvL8YtE3Nz-gehSaIZLT2dmQEasE9IrTIw/s640/blogger-image-1353014640.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVTPJqTd9zl7zH6Wg9pgXT6bIvYYQWhmc40ls0u5DLKY7mmAckUD49RDaxfg-YRMk3isauAbYHblUwWjwUTMJpfq8LDR412Zu56woL3PXtROvL8YtE3Nz-gehSaIZLT2dmQEasE9IrTIw/s640/blogger-image-1353014640.jpg" border="0" /><br /></a>the met<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXyXHvy_qnVo6hoqhwgwIe7sjp1e0Xo_lZkMvs78OM2LgUV-Lni0xQuyWUQKdk54UQb1YBG7J3pfDNiCeHq5tpjqsb8kVpNYIOxquc48VYd1npdLXRzoqq5WOCv7lYglhBsq6le4WCx4M/s640/blogger-image--1997522344.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXyXHvy_qnVo6hoqhwgwIe7sjp1e0Xo_lZkMvs78OM2LgUV-Lni0xQuyWUQKdk54UQb1YBG7J3pfDNiCeHq5tpjqsb8kVpNYIOxquc48VYd1npdLXRzoqq5WOCv7lYglhBsq6le4WCx4M/s640/blogger-image--1997522344.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />rockefeller center<br /></div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVTPJqTd9zl7zH6Wg9pgXT6bIvYYQWhmc40ls0u5DLKY7mmAckUD49RDaxfg-YRMk3isauAbYHblUwWjwUTMJpfq8LDR412Zu56woL3PXtROvL8YtE3Nz-gehSaIZLT2dmQEasE9IrTIw/s640/blogger-image-1353014640.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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margin-right: 1em;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihsHIulf2d64uGXsfV4DkOQISYc1kSvHQ6lEwYhTiNR396TAq8H1ZrQ96lo2yoEeqv-mda4ifS_fzUiN1BVRW6CRwCUwt8pBvpr3tsvyYlMeavvB-bDtNJuiHVh0foXs02dVJWv1aRSmk/s640/blogger-image--460586385.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />chicken and rice and carlo's bake shop pastries<br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjE5JbbKsJWdTqw47H6Vh-TMnAInRUyEK5VTQ4fC9wJM1J6BSgU9kWXrY1JH_oMINPvI_pz1ir6hO_aK-WuOmiJpywSEOx_7CKdsEzQ1sDK44XBBc0mixlRb1FLKP7g4zvG2sZnJjkBac/s640/blogger-image--470210001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjE5JbbKsJWdTqw47H6Vh-TMnAInRUyEK5VTQ4fC9wJM1J6BSgU9kWXrY1JH_oMINPvI_pz1ir6hO_aK-WuOmiJpywSEOx_7CKdsEzQ1sDK44XBBc0mixlRb1FLKP7g4zvG2sZnJjkBac/s640/blogger-image--470210001.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />home of the cake boss<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">now that i'm home...i can't wait to go back! there's so much more i wanna do....so maybe in april???<br /></div></div>Uihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15707624553623149922noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2107197698558428270.post-88382893816057142782012-01-26T16:05:00.001-08:002012-01-26T16:09:51.283-08:00i'm so ready........TO GET OUT OF UTAH!!!!!!<br /><br />i have one more hour of work left. still gotta pack. and then i'm off to see...<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBfI0MPcIRVUGDGi6WkFQmezP8OS3XAfp0atjABV4ncg2i8dTL8v9gQ05vlYcpjLrRynHMfMBsgX7uw4q2QyDY3UMhRFkMp-bUI-3aSqo1DjbWi6I_inpdqrGGt1tn39adfh_yOQd12Qc/s1600/liberty.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBfI0MPcIRVUGDGi6WkFQmezP8OS3XAfp0atjABV4ncg2i8dTL8v9gQ05vlYcpjLrRynHMfMBsgX7uw4q2QyDY3UMhRFkMp-bUI-3aSqo1DjbWi6I_inpdqrGGt1tn39adfh_yOQd12Qc/s320/liberty.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702097163698242258" border="0" /></a>and I.CAN'T.WAIT.Uihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15707624553623149922noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2107197698558428270.post-62862857290709003162012-01-15T19:43:00.001-08:002012-01-26T15:33:21.790-08:00bridal shower extravaganza!!!!so in a previous <a href="http://keo6.blogspot.com/2011/11/day-9thru-24.html">post</a> I mentioned how two of my besties will be getting hitched in a few months. well as is tradition, i had the pleasure of hosting a shower for the bride. one problem...she lives in cali, and i live in utah. solution....fly her here!!!<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSJpKCfIFCnEzTixtpq30A__9_siAcoVAqwY1-vOQbxB2zZpCbnNonK-DZoqD0oomSED-t6Pku7-co863JKsfug3UQLpneAYYSw2xX_RohyA1xxRMhlNi2_zDTpAFkI9kPKiCIre24-lY/s640/blogger-image-1497560830.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img style="width: 399px; height: 399px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSJpKCfIFCnEzTixtpq30A__9_siAcoVAqwY1-vOQbxB2zZpCbnNonK-DZoqD0oomSED-t6Pku7-co863JKsfug3UQLpneAYYSw2xX_RohyA1xxRMhlNi2_zDTpAFkI9kPKiCIre24-lY/s640/blogger-image-1497560830.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:85%;">bunzie boarding her flight in long beach. next stop salt lake city!</span><br /><br /></span></div>the theme of this bridal shower extravaganza was based off of the movie/book "eat, pray, love." it just so happens to be one of the brides favorite movies, and she always talked about how she wanted to go on a trip similar to that of the author's. so what better way than to create our own little version of it for her?! first stop...ITALY...via utah. lol. yup...we jump started the tri-state event with an italian based shower complete with italian cuisine...spaghetti with meatballs....hahahaha...(hey...i had to feed a lot of people so this was the easiest way to go). along with salad and garlic bread (thanks to my big sis), and a chocolate fountain for dessert! the decor was simple with red and white checkered table cloths and a simple glass vase with dried pasta for the centerpieces.<br /><br /></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0b8IPi3KHON5rRpW9eJtInNMyxgwFDWj7bHw0oshRuo9Xk27YJn7bwhuedJ5L_9U-w_OV2r582Y2eAtZre_pD5o38UV_9ZKuoWCFvKgutv-TtdGR9q_IxbNbgFDMhXIDnsDG6FkfCKIA/s640/blogger-image-319877385.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0b8IPi3KHON5rRpW9eJtInNMyxgwFDWj7bHw0oshRuo9Xk27YJn7bwhuedJ5L_9U-w_OV2r582Y2eAtZre_pD5o38UV_9ZKuoWCFvKgutv-TtdGR9q_IxbNbgFDMhXIDnsDG6FkfCKIA/s640/blogger-image-319877385.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:85%;">some of the decor...soooooo simple</span><br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: left;">but i think the highlight of the night...aside from the bride to be...were the games! i had asked one of my fellow <a href="http://keo6.blogspot.com/2010/08/musicbox-memories.html">music boxers</a>, raija, to plan a few games for the occasion. raija was ana's actual roommate in the music box, and they have a special connection, so she went ALL out with her games!!! i mean...ALL.OUT! with a full on intro for both too! it was so much fun! the best part was one of the games she planned was the traditional toilet paper wedding dress competition...but raija added a little flava to it. she straight busted out the project runway wedding dress competition!!! it was ridiculous!!! everyone had their own little kits to see who could come up with the best wedding dress...best wedding accessories (accessible on bluefly.com..and yes she really said that)...and best honeymoon outfit! i wish i had videotaped her introduction because she was just on point with the terminology and everything! it was great! i never had so much fun making a toilet paper dress! lol<br /><br /><br /></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNRYCWGQf0LShqAkpdho2nLmyy1t5NjIBrNGp5exgCehxU9WmQWzEVrhQe6PU91O3H90qA9cWGDdKei8Ah7meVWVRyeR84-4G-rNLsZKKvUvopBUR2HnDZgna5Ybvmsb6Ttyr9hHvq2aA/s640/blogger-image--291967870.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNRYCWGQf0LShqAkpdho2nLmyy1t5NjIBrNGp5exgCehxU9WmQWzEVrhQe6PU91O3H90qA9cWGDdKei8Ah7meVWVRyeR84-4G-rNLsZKKvUvopBUR2HnDZgna5Ybvmsb6Ttyr9hHvq2aA/s640/blogger-image--291967870.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">our project runway contestants...lol</span></span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">not only did she outdo herself with the games, but with the prizes as well! one of my faves was the homemade biscotti. not only was it delicious...but the packaging was the cutest ever!<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgNcq8pYaUWyPxNZZms0RsvrfYCVXMwzABM-qyB7BQMJh9KJU177W6c2C2ayj5zfJyUMrZskw19ojwtMIjeEM9XtTWNNlXH52yn6x_rJi2YljXrFrUoxVPmTX16n-YxLcTlYI7AcKMb_I/s640/blogger-image--19657740.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgNcq8pYaUWyPxNZZms0RsvrfYCVXMwzABM-qyB7BQMJh9KJU177W6c2C2ayj5zfJyUMrZskw19ojwtMIjeEM9XtTWNNlXH52yn6x_rJi2YljXrFrUoxVPmTX16n-YxLcTlYI7AcKMb_I/s640/blogger-image--19657740.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">raija's prizes for the winners. soooo cute</span></span><br /></div><br />afterwards...it was my turn to buss out a few more games. for those of you who know me...i like to plan ahead...but there are times when i tend to do everything at the very last minute. this was one of those occasions. i've thrown many a bridal shower before, and have attended many as well...but i couldn't, for the life of me remember any of the games we played! so i called my trusty bff maria...and she refreshed my memory and MORE with these little treasures.<br /><br />the first game i had everyone play involved a golf club and toilet paper. lets call it toilet paper on a stick. i had 4 teams of 2 partner up, and one person had to stand on one end of the room with the golf club between their legs (handle sticking out) while the other person waited on the other side with 4 rolls of toilet paper. that person had to walk across the room with a roll of toilet paper between their legs to their partner, and transfer the roll onto the golf club without using their hands. it was HILARIOUS!!! pictured below are our winners in action...eileen and crystal. man...eileen was booking it back and forth with those toilet paper rolls!<br /></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3BQA5a-lv0I2s7EapbWXGPCzF57rPgfZ-xJ036hlMAoOvULdF-D-Mjy6-Bsuylk-H2NbUAa2CR9gLH8V8MupXaHGQBglnk8jS2uNq1CDrhgkdNrJyBpMaiT9ehbNjI1O4Fcgi_NoMbTc/s640/blogger-image--476323492.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3BQA5a-lv0I2s7EapbWXGPCzF57rPgfZ-xJ036hlMAoOvULdF-D-Mjy6-Bsuylk-H2NbUAa2CR9gLH8V8MupXaHGQBglnk8jS2uNq1CDrhgkdNrJyBpMaiT9ehbNjI1O4Fcgi_NoMbTc/s640/blogger-image--476323492.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">eileen working it with that toilet paper! hahaha</span></span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">next we played a hot dog game. i had strung a thread through the ends of hot dogs and had everyone tie it around their waist so the hot dogs would hang between their legs. hahahaha. then i put a plate of tacks on the ground and everyone had one minute to get as many tacks as they could on the hot dog without using their hands. they could still adjust the string...and that was the hint to winning the game. the methods used to get those tacks were crazy funny!!! there were tacks flying everywhere!!! hahahaha. in the end...crystal came out victorious...AGAIN! she was the smart one who used the string as opposed to using her body. lol. i wish i got more pictures of everyone trying...but here's one of some of the contestants before the game started.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1d2VFuVzFM1QEtCNhTRzu7263TnIzwZR4VetlE1egVrLFaLDdHmI8U3ulvA4UIlEa5VGKbkxhSnBZxl2hMimDMaC5yKXn5NUKNldm0ldCwAj_cQL-TRJJSmmeeduBDk9UHmj65oTGD4g/s640/blogger-image--2066247923.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1d2VFuVzFM1QEtCNhTRzu7263TnIzwZR4VetlE1egVrLFaLDdHmI8U3ulvA4UIlEa5VGKbkxhSnBZxl2hMimDMaC5yKXn5NUKNldm0ldCwAj_cQL-TRJJSmmeeduBDk9UHmj65oTGD4g/s640/blogger-image--2066247923.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">eileen and lindsay getting ready to play</span></span><br /></div><br />the last game was a fun one. i had two gift cards wrapped up in tissue paper and a lot of tape. each group was given a dice/die?? and every person took turns rolling. who ever rolled a one could start unwrapping the card. the catch was everyone else could keep rolling until somebody else rolled a one. once they did, they could take the card away and have a chance at unwrapping it. whoever unwrapped the card was the winner. at first it seemed a little slow, but as each layer of tape came off, the volume got louder and louder. with people yelling "ONE" every time a one was rolled. lol. in the end, the two players who joined the game at the last minute came out victorious...hahaha.<br /></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrHlY8WrhEGxIx25KlKR9oK38JdorytRtlVBYDrxP5tznQFtGL84j-52SCgK33kM79GmdY4VrQ8_qboL_f4qXy3YORB6XdbCEwSnulqrUGanFCfCpIU-9Y-eB2V-ir0_uGSBMoaw-NQyk/s640/blogger-image--592878951.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrHlY8WrhEGxIx25KlKR9oK38JdorytRtlVBYDrxP5tznQFtGL84j-52SCgK33kM79GmdY4VrQ8_qboL_f4qXy3YORB6XdbCEwSnulqrUGanFCfCpIU-9Y-eB2V-ir0_uGSBMoaw-NQyk/s640/blogger-image--592878951.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">molly and shelby...last to join in and end up winning<br /><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: left;">the shower was a huge success. what was supposed to be a small and simple event, turned into an evening full of good people, good food, and good good fun! congratulations ana!!! march is just around the corner!!!<br /></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5QA8F7VM7Ah7Dsb3-GduM1go5kNJYCvL5Z_BL6eZyOxqrH0VwjXswWhTm98JQtCKSBJPsDiofBgvnPuZtZ9w1OtMl5jHzM4peBo2JD4ycWefqFCZeYgjREwSL9QYttaFn7YCbIRGoyCc/s640/blogger-image-826934539.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5QA8F7VM7Ah7Dsb3-GduM1go5kNJYCvL5Z_BL6eZyOxqrH0VwjXswWhTm98JQtCKSBJPsDiofBgvnPuZtZ9w1OtMl5jHzM4peBo2JD4ycWefqFCZeYgjREwSL9QYttaFn7YCbIRGoyCc/s640/blogger-image-826934539.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">some of the music box ladies with honorary musicboxer malia...lol</span></span><br /></div></div>Uihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15707624553623149922noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2107197698558428270.post-61272688805598109092012-01-10T16:56:00.000-08:002012-01-12T16:09:42.505-08:00time to git'er done 2012!i know we're already 2 weeks into it....but i'm a little excited for this new year! BIG things will be happening...and i mean HUGE! aside from many random trips currently in the planning stage...we have a few celebrations coming up. first one will be next month when my little twinkies turn ONE!!!! yup its finally that time of the year! it seems like it was yesterday when we would be camping out at the hospital after these two little monkeys arrived. and now they're crawling everywhere, getting into everything, and just being loved by everyone. what's even more exciting is that we're having a big party to celebrate and everyone's coming up for it!!! RAYJAH status!!!! i can't wait.<br /><br />then...the following month will be the wedding of the year! hahaha. two of my besties are getting married.....to each other!!! hahaha. yup...i'll have to share this lovely love story in a later post, but i'm so excited for this union. since both the bride and groom are close friends of mine...(practically family), my whole family here in utah will be flying/driving out to california for this blessed event! since i'm in the wedding line, i've been getting into the "i'm in a wedding line so i need to get skinny" mode. i started adjusting my diet (kind of) so that i eat less, and i try to work out more. and i'm proud to say i lost about 12 lbs in about a month. the holidays kinda got me sidetracked, but i've been going to the gym at least 2-3 times a week...and i'm hoping that helps.<br /><br />after the wedding i get a few months break (hopefully i can squeeze an international trip in april), and then its graduation season...where my oldest nephew will be graduating!!! omg i feel so old just writing that! with his graduation at the end of the month, it just brings us that much closer to his graduation party the following month...which will hopefully be in hawai`i if all goes as planned. if the party doesn't go through...then we're taking a family trip on a cruise!!!!<br /><br />*phew* just writing all this stuff down is making me tired. and that's only HALF the year!!! later this year my 2 nephews are getting baptized...and then the biggest event of all....I'M GETTING MARRIED!!!!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />SIKE!!! hahahahahahahahahaha!!!!! but the year is still young...so you never know. happy 2012 ya'll!!!Uihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15707624553623149922noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2107197698558428270.post-52339534221033701672012-01-05T16:44:00.000-08:002012-01-09T23:19:45.894-08:00slacker...ok...i have been a total slacker when it comes to blogging. but it has just been a CRAZY CRAZY holiday season. well...kind of but not really. lol. lets just say i've been finding a whole lotta new things to occupy my time. here are some of my latest addictions/time wasters:<br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">ipad</span></span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKzjtgljq8djZLcV3y3-R8tvNmt26ZIDklNUf95UFl2xIfb5k4Ywt4eXrRJUFtP8tPT9_jdBAokrkhE5aEOPNtmcUlFYsQyDA2kq0eVl9TfgeD1T39gSerJYaD2Xx9FAHIF5xvOZcGzuY/s1600/ipad"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 279px; height: 193px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKzjtgljq8djZLcV3y3-R8tvNmt26ZIDklNUf95UFl2xIfb5k4Ywt4eXrRJUFtP8tPT9_jdBAokrkhE5aEOPNtmcUlFYsQyDA2kq0eVl9TfgeD1T39gSerJYaD2Xx9FAHIF5xvOZcGzuY/s320/ipad" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694644292587578082" border="0" /></a>santa came early this year with a brand spankin' new ipad!!! i've been wanting one for a while to make my trips home that much more enjoyable. or ANY trip for that matter. so i've been downloading new apps...playing different games and just exploring the many features of my new toy! i LOVE it!!!<br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">las vegas</span></span><br /><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilqKMbGGtDGluvdggbs_k8VPaFBAbFTxrnWvUOFW01mAtB2HQuRotmJNLzw3txctQyxv6YsfbejMj515IhnXHzSMOEqJE5830T_5J5ifUHZa925BGiZBmXISmVQRxVfXWzEJlL2cme8hg/s1600/las+vegas.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 291px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilqKMbGGtDGluvdggbs_k8VPaFBAbFTxrnWvUOFW01mAtB2HQuRotmJNLzw3txctQyxv6YsfbejMj515IhnXHzSMOEqJE5830T_5J5ifUHZa925BGiZBmXISmVQRxVfXWzEJlL2cme8hg/s320/las+vegas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694644299447574658" border="0" /></a>i started watching this show from the first season (for FREE thanks to <a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.tv-links.eu">tv links</a>), and it has been monopolizing my time..especially within the past few weeks. it helps to make time go by a lot quicker while i'm working overnight (its been SUPER slow lately..i LOVE it!).<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" >pinterest</span><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgC-i8F4ziLtaBn5aC-4P0MJpVdvron0cwlu-WOjE0jfeOHpWw18PChiKfjdCKpMsVT_MP-ylkCT-eDQ9MdihdgukFYM9ynk6csc3-PzjY39bLnaGMun0Zpy8-enfJEPQcEMhquOOw0a-I/s1600/pinterest-72_o.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 190px; height: 190px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgC-i8F4ziLtaBn5aC-4P0MJpVdvron0cwlu-WOjE0jfeOHpWw18PChiKfjdCKpMsVT_MP-ylkCT-eDQ9MdihdgukFYM9ynk6csc3-PzjY39bLnaGMun0Zpy8-enfJEPQcEMhquOOw0a-I/s320/pinterest-72_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694644303616447058" border="0" /></a>pinterest. this is probably the root of all my other "distractions." after trying to avoid it for quite some time, i randomly perused the site one day and that's when i got hooked! ugh...i would spend hours just viewing random pages and looking at different DIY projects. they make it all look so easy! u know its bad when you're browsing the site dead tired, but then you see something you want to try out, so you would jump out of bed just to make it! ugh.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" >sewing</span><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqko5LFhJnVrUltgEzaeN67mnUJ-5aBTInCFLuZaXhsvFl6yZ8Yh2gFM2M6ElrXpI1DU_7tGCOiYHfj8wSehdsHgg0Alash3o5aULss6ux6bPnf7Yh-uDW4-LS256FicQ0Quk152s-O8g/s1600/sewing"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 260px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqko5LFhJnVrUltgEzaeN67mnUJ-5aBTInCFLuZaXhsvFl6yZ8Yh2gFM2M6ElrXpI1DU_7tGCOiYHfj8wSehdsHgg0Alash3o5aULss6ux6bPnf7Yh-uDW4-LS256FicQ0Quk152s-O8g/s320/sewing" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694644301761459554" border="0" /></a>since pinterest opened me up to a whole new world of craftiness, i started to test out my sewing skills. i took a beginners sewing class a few years ago, but never got to finish...i can't remember why. so with the easy to follow tutorials on pinterest i thought i'd take a shot at sewing some christmas gifts. here are some of the finished products.<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjusC8ct5i3gd1vDeDrqw0ho9yuenljFljpQ1OElwBCJuQUKNkAG6zzH3UNRvMCf4lujrhctkrRypVw5bKj_YXenqURmCKSN6S6lImA9ZIMire00uDcH4IDwsk7PNAE3WYX93lFHt2EHJ8/s1600/IMG_1943.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjusC8ct5i3gd1vDeDrqw0ho9yuenljFljpQ1OElwBCJuQUKNkAG6zzH3UNRvMCf4lujrhctkrRypVw5bKj_YXenqURmCKSN6S6lImA9ZIMire00uDcH4IDwsk7PNAE3WYX93lFHt2EHJ8/s320/IMG_1943.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695886799821487682" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">rasta bags i made for my niece and her cousins</span></span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfYIEIQ1UU4N3NMfblpQwGHKizRsfug0TAgQ7spuP9oaKDIyFR_ZxcYAxl_zDqhU4c3Y_lmtwlN95O4Arf7B39A1cW6dIXfyed2xhRs6wFyt6E9x42YibfwP9WNIjYCoCLh45-qAgYSZM/s1600/IMG_1920.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfYIEIQ1UU4N3NMfblpQwGHKizRsfug0TAgQ7spuP9oaKDIyFR_ZxcYAxl_zDqhU4c3Y_lmtwlN95O4Arf7B39A1cW6dIXfyed2xhRs6wFyt6E9x42YibfwP9WNIjYCoCLh45-qAgYSZM/s320/IMG_1920.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695886795471918098" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">notebook and colored pencil holder for my other nieces</span></span><br /></div><br />my family seemed to be impressed with my new found hobby that they got me my very own sewing machine for christmas!!! the basement will be my new "craft room" so as soon as i get a big enough table for my sewing station...its ON!!!<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" >crocheting</span><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUWewawO_lIfYlWi4HD4_abiCJxHMcZA_V9lyC5SIMq7hsPnvxd-Hb5q8jA8Jnn4Rzmr7NeD3lh8bdYhZvgGD7_RqWl03GtVJJ3BKjIKuN5oytrudP9zA-INhhcIKSngI0DKmp2J-7urs/s1600/lpCALw5crochet1_lg.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUWewawO_lIfYlWi4HD4_abiCJxHMcZA_V9lyC5SIMq7hsPnvxd-Hb5q8jA8Jnn4Rzmr7NeD3lh8bdYhZvgGD7_RqWl03GtVJJ3BKjIKuN5oytrudP9zA-INhhcIKSngI0DKmp2J-7urs/s320/lpCALw5crochet1_lg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694644307003471218" border="0" /></a>another hobby picked up via pinterest. and this has yielded the most finished products. i don't know why..but i just can't seem to stop! it comes in handy when i'm working overnight because it keeps my hands busy between calls. and it keeps me awake too! so that helps. here are some of my latest finished projects.<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSeZtrDlpEWSIEWE4QPJ38gE8nm8FTAbkZkCCGO3IbHNVQCrwuiga30N2EhzDX692yFsyxcif3Crfo3c1MLYmj9UCqz4-YIGEQp4PHvcloPEd3SeWhEk_Q_aprPjCMdIYb7lcU-2tCITM/s1600/IMG_2158.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSeZtrDlpEWSIEWE4QPJ38gE8nm8FTAbkZkCCGO3IbHNVQCrwuiga30N2EhzDX692yFsyxcif3Crfo3c1MLYmj9UCqz4-YIGEQp4PHvcloPEd3SeWhEk_Q_aprPjCMdIYb7lcU-2tCITM/s320/IMG_2158.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695887062349249250" border="0" /></a></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2d30TXUewQYptJQOtfq4TVrlO1f4ZqD1NlWEGcsTw3Zlkq4ysiMJcryCpI54dXABPI84npu8rlJHvoyU97wS7BAs216np7k-9d-zg3Zi4jxkjCrCOrZl_4XML08bqcmNzhsb9cJmK4WY/s1600/IMG_2162.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2d30TXUewQYptJQOtfq4TVrlO1f4ZqD1NlWEGcsTw3Zlkq4ysiMJcryCpI54dXABPI84npu8rlJHvoyU97wS7BAs216np7k-9d-zg3Zi4jxkjCrCOrZl_4XML08bqcmNzhsb9cJmK4WY/s320/IMG_2162.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695887076089613826" border="0" /></a>my poor niece and nephew. they're my models for all the new crochet patterns i see. they have like 3 beanies already. hahaha. i've had a few requests, so i'm trying to finish those up so i can start sewing already! i haven't even opened up my new machine yet.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">family</span></span><br /><br />this year our family spent the holidays together here in utah. since my oldest brother back home got hired with delta, his kids were super excited to have their very first white christmas...and my brother was just excited to be able to spend the holidays with the rest of us. poor guy always seems to be the one missing out. so one by one they all started trickling in. first my mom and sister...then my niece and nephew...and then my brother and his other daughter. his wife who's expecting originally couldn't fly...but as soon as she got clearance she came up after christmas to spend a week with us too.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXSKzmx1nLrRHXvVUwc6PLaOWYy1x7RBqbvs5lSfewn-yTytGhP7RZl3OgPTZqzR-vkfx848BpfMwxqVahA5OozM_06t-9zJapqMv_VYyhyeDiSglVAZQbZxeiuoF6nZxgXvDATMXkWZs/s1600/IMG_2135.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXSKzmx1nLrRHXvVUwc6PLaOWYy1x7RBqbvs5lSfewn-yTytGhP7RZl3OgPTZqzR-vkfx848BpfMwxqVahA5OozM_06t-9zJapqMv_VYyhyeDiSglVAZQbZxeiuoF6nZxgXvDATMXkWZs/s320/IMG_2135.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695886827549661218" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAxuanJyu4-edvnVdrzk-T-JOVLLX_JrLae1n0sZixvutZDsIXHLG0l3JHN4DekZlR4SAzsj4ZLuRx7lzLdhHa7UOi19oiu_EPEn1xAKSW3U4gszrC56_plINKUVxBYwAomoreZcu9C-w/s1600/IMG_2134.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAxuanJyu4-edvnVdrzk-T-JOVLLX_JrLae1n0sZixvutZDsIXHLG0l3JHN4DekZlR4SAzsj4ZLuRx7lzLdhHa7UOi19oiu_EPEn1xAKSW3U4gszrC56_plINKUVxBYwAomoreZcu9C-w/s320/IMG_2134.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695886814970081810" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCsrLbWK9_9ZnRJpu1XJy58i66yy5Q37DtnNfMErpGtWNuLrPBnsZdMyuKrBGZcJFz46QcRzij78lcgMaylbmE7l1wXFC1OwPrjgOYYonUd8KB2yMOyBpbEV64XPU-2WS2JBemrLLz0XY/s1600/379931_2644289278427_1591483280_32437946_144598129_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCsrLbWK9_9ZnRJpu1XJy58i66yy5Q37DtnNfMErpGtWNuLrPBnsZdMyuKrBGZcJFz46QcRzij78lcgMaylbmE7l1wXFC1OwPrjgOYYonUd8KB2yMOyBpbEV64XPU-2WS2JBemrLLz0XY/s320/379931_2644289278427_1591483280_32437946_144598129_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695893001363086082" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" ><br />road trip</span><br /><br />a few months ago my cousin had called to let me know that she and her family would be sealed for all time and eternity. since she only lives down in st. george i knew we HAD to be there. this is my ride or die chick...we been through so much together in our youth<span style="font-size:85%;"> (we'll save that for another blog)</span>. and to see her become the beautiful woman, wife and mother that she is...the feeling is beyond description. since mahea was here (and she has no flight benefits) we decided to drive down for the festivities. one of my friends tagged along as well since she just got out of school. when we got to her house it was like we picked up where we left off. it was so good catching up with her and some other old childhood friends who were there. luv my hau'ula roots.<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheU6dhNjc2HHZ9qXiwiPCjRghR14CeB6LNkdShRnuMD_F-MCtDTBtdYwWGaLwINcpeN97hBhQFntAWiyDRzdJHisiA2kp6YY6RBrF2L_RQvuddQRJeTpYFqNeoSoheyYTnobNVHeMgVBc/s1600/IMG_1957.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheU6dhNjc2HHZ9qXiwiPCjRghR14CeB6LNkdShRnuMD_F-MCtDTBtdYwWGaLwINcpeN97hBhQFntAWiyDRzdJHisiA2kp6YY6RBrF2L_RQvuddQRJeTpYFqNeoSoheyYTnobNVHeMgVBc/s320/IMG_1957.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695886811871053282" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">us with the suliafu's</span></span><br /><br /></div><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" >holiday festivities</span><br /><br />having the family here for the holidays was probably the highlight of the season. having to WORK on said holidays...PRETTY.MUCH.SUCKED!!! yup...i had to work christmas eve, christmas day, new year's eve AND new year's day! our family always does a big christmas eve dinner every year, and we usually have everybody open their gifts at midnight. well, this year, since my sister and i both had to work that night the kids were lucky enough to open their gifts at 9pm! hahaha. (everyone always asks..."what about santa?"...ummm our kids pretty much knew he was fake by the time they were 3...so sorry bout it santa). since we moved to utah, we started a new family tradition of going tubing at soldier hollow on christmas day. but since christmas day fell on a sunday, we went on monday instead. every year we go...we always have at least one casualty. this year...we had 4. lol. but the trophy goes to aaron who flew off his tube (head first) and jumped back on in time to enjoy the last 40 ft. hahaha!<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqDQbqtKvwbG4_-7GKCOqAVb6WCQLzvIpNihzs2lGF8sQ_G5FTzYyonPWE_LhZ7sd_sKVVjxIB0BnpHjKJ-gJUM0uX0RHgxPvMTeDea1206fn3eJTKBmlvlP_EF3etRoxbdfBcdGii2JI/s1600/IMG_2138.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqDQbqtKvwbG4_-7GKCOqAVb6WCQLzvIpNihzs2lGF8sQ_G5FTzYyonPWE_LhZ7sd_sKVVjxIB0BnpHjKJ-gJUM0uX0RHgxPvMTeDea1206fn3eJTKBmlvlP_EF3etRoxbdfBcdGii2JI/s320/IMG_2138.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695887057641508738" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">at soldier hollow. luv this place...especially luv getting pulled up the hill. hahaha</span></span><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTO69Gr-QwxiQIqFzxyycsRiiQ_QjfYBXziX22f88wvVAE1mVIP7uC-uRnlFR9dkumISxQIOkjaZm15ZAk2LSFtuVhaL_y9xL5CbGH55ScLUwVrOfZ0PkU04MJl4-yYJ4iG1_EGfF_EzI/s1600/IMG_2136.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTO69Gr-QwxiQIqFzxyycsRiiQ_QjfYBXziX22f88wvVAE1mVIP7uC-uRnlFR9dkumISxQIOkjaZm15ZAk2LSFtuVhaL_y9xL5CbGH55ScLUwVrOfZ0PkU04MJl4-yYJ4iG1_EGfF_EzI/s320/IMG_2136.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695887054188249250" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">aaron and his battlescar</span></span><br /><br /></div>so...as you can see...with everything going on...when do i have time to blog?Uihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15707624553623149922noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2107197698558428270.post-8398426108661540802011-11-26T23:34:00.001-08:002011-11-26T23:44:10.563-08:00day 25...today was such an uneventful day. i woke up mid afternoon and spent the day doing absolutely NOTHING!!! well actually i take that back. i did do some online shopping...read some articles on those crazy black friday shoppers...and caught up on some missed television shows. so with that i am proud to say that i am grateful for...<br /><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;font-size:180%;" >lazy days!!!</span><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_pACBUA7uWzTjQXa52gy1MO0ssAgWZnaOUJnpv8kdCklKH3YYKeu2WRlg7D33MASfzX-sf8HSuJxo6AX9_8frT9Wsv3qKjzBbLlwVkF6oO2F7XgXoLQwjQcn0P7TxolD_iMnH-eViIHE/s1600/GarfieldLazy.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_pACBUA7uWzTjQXa52gy1MO0ssAgWZnaOUJnpv8kdCklKH3YYKeu2WRlg7D33MASfzX-sf8HSuJxo6AX9_8frT9Wsv3qKjzBbLlwVkF6oO2F7XgXoLQwjQcn0P7TxolD_iMnH-eViIHE/s320/GarfieldLazy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679578150036501554" border="0" /></a><br /><br />u know what i mean. a day where you just don't feel like doing anything. a day where you just wanna lay in your bed. a day where you don't feel like picking up your phone....cuz today you're not doing ANYTHING! lol...thanx bruno mars.<br /><br />its nice to just sit back and relax and do nothing after being on the go every other day.Uihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15707624553623149922noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2107197698558428270.post-59675942111341084032011-11-24T01:45:00.000-08:002011-11-24T23:32:18.972-08:00day 9.....thru 24!!!!so this challenge has been a complete FAIL FAIL FAILURE!!! *heavy sigh* what can you do?<br /><br />so to catch up i thought i'd just include the last 15 days in one post. so here you go! lol.<br /><br /><div>day 9: keiki o ka 'aina la's</div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_5fy6yovvGDwxpDC1wa4H8S1ra2DOyfQlcX8QKUUPQAnRqGF9vI9YzS5sAgiMqmtFcBD1hBlaVjD91HB-SoyKnP_ZeFYPEbwOO_zd_QAGFo0r7oaq07GSJ2qEXugkipXuUfYcCoN3iek/s1600/DSCN4179.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_5fy6yovvGDwxpDC1wa4H8S1ra2DOyfQlcX8QKUUPQAnRqGF9vI9YzS5sAgiMqmtFcBD1hBlaVjD91HB-SoyKnP_ZeFYPEbwOO_zd_QAGFo0r7oaq07GSJ2qEXugkipXuUfYcCoN3iek/s320/DSCN4179.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678796200539726962" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:85%;">with the younger saaga's and keo's a few years back. these kids always keep me on my toes...luv them to pieces!</span><br /></span></div><div></div><br /><br /><div>day 10: twinkies</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgn8Diz67R_TYB9EFvRZjiXEW6hmZRnVTlqb-zWSXEaimDcAefwuKNVIDcQr9hMj0OnZGj2msOsORBuEIk8l6DZyCnDY5nbBbMQt_1A5usxc5wgQT-pbjSVQ3e7tW0vJ5HxbY2KJ2dnul0/s1600/IMG_1395.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgn8Diz67R_TYB9EFvRZjiXEW6hmZRnVTlqb-zWSXEaimDcAefwuKNVIDcQr9hMj0OnZGj2msOsORBuEIk8l6DZyCnDY5nbBbMQt_1A5usxc5wgQT-pbjSVQ3e7tW0vJ5HxbY2KJ2dnul0/s320/IMG_1395.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678796203745040674" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:85%;">the newest additions to angie and david keo's mo'opuna's. luv seeing how the change and grow with each new day. such a blessing to FINALLY have them here with us.<br /><br /><br /></span></span></div><div></div><div>day 11: google books</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhA5XWpNFvex3Ga0ldbcq14QWZEASdExRD2oLj-A5lzwuyG8cIHAqip_s5tucA8t7i7YybMSFaylpDNeb3LJFulFFXmVgH_68dPiYV9Hx0VQTabhfRyqNjjSI0CaWVPTc5JlONZ2rPOaD8/s1600/All-New-Google-Books-App-Puts-8-000-Titles-on-Your-iPhone-Download-Now-2.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 198px; height: 198px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhA5XWpNFvex3Ga0ldbcq14QWZEASdExRD2oLj-A5lzwuyG8cIHAqip_s5tucA8t7i7YybMSFaylpDNeb3LJFulFFXmVgH_68dPiYV9Hx0VQTabhfRyqNjjSI0CaWVPTc5JlONZ2rPOaD8/s320/All-New-Google-Books-App-Puts-8-000-Titles-on-Your-iPhone-Download-Now-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678812506304749106" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">i LOVE getting lost in a good book, and googlebooks makes it that much easier when i'm able to download it on my phone. don't you just love technology?!</span></span><br /><br /><br /></div><div></div><div>day 12: facebook</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzA3q6m1tBA-Ja9HudnD50hRNO8P71b2v77_JCDtrhPmJMdICXNuCzcPJVDSqMCqCtOSi5D8gaqu6akCySI6CKrosg3gT7Obdsb9IJrFw79QxZu-e_92Qz4ZdaHjweJ4CQUXlwnTUsfYk/s1600/facebook_logo.png"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 151px; height: 151px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzA3q6m1tBA-Ja9HudnD50hRNO8P71b2v77_JCDtrhPmJMdICXNuCzcPJVDSqMCqCtOSi5D8gaqu6akCySI6CKrosg3gT7Obdsb9IJrFw79QxZu-e_92Qz4ZdaHjweJ4CQUXlwnTUsfYk/s320/facebook_logo.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678812509390588178" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">i have a love/hate relationship with facebook. i love that it keeps me connected with the ones i love but i HATE that it connects me to random people. thank goodness for security settings.</span></span><br /><br /></div><div></div><div style="text-align: left;">day 13: last minute swaps<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOUEdEz9XbAU8VEk-B1tBgPmc6kF9_5LH9y7Vi4NIdwOm2nyspYdtMTWthQJv_o9oCqR0Uwo94xizB4pOwzikMgXn3r08PQBAZwxz0gzt7HrG6CnlnKigk3cRCeFxsB9WvwgDF8nWzN7Q/s1600/04_credit_default.gif"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 143px; height: 120px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOUEdEz9XbAU8VEk-B1tBgPmc6kF9_5LH9y7Vi4NIdwOm2nyspYdtMTWthQJv_o9oCqR0Uwo94xizB4pOwzikMgXn3r08PQBAZwxz0gzt7HrG6CnlnKigk3cRCeFxsB9WvwgDF8nWzN7Q/s320/04_credit_default.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678812503999966498" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">this was a busy busy day for me with a missionary farewell and all, so it was nice to get an email from a coworker saying she would like to pick up my shift that night. nothing like getting a good nights rest.<br /><br /></span></span></div></div><div></div><div>day 14: haloa</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8C3g6WKKpBzVAac7Cf85_tSV5gCHcvARxWBeu5WryI_BMQ8d08FkXahkCWTsPuKTGpSXPlmFT67uD2Di7mmtEa6fQO7ziNOuGO11VcU-Bwcaf4TQf6PlwhxZ730sYxBpC7u88DZAlNsI/s1600/members-sought-for-kalo-task-force-21237644.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 205px; height: 164px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8C3g6WKKpBzVAac7Cf85_tSV5gCHcvARxWBeu5WryI_BMQ8d08FkXahkCWTsPuKTGpSXPlmFT67uD2Di7mmtEa6fQO7ziNOuGO11VcU-Bwcaf4TQf6PlwhxZ730sYxBpC7u88DZAlNsI/s320/members-sought-for-kalo-task-force-21237644.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678812514373243826" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">learning more and more about haloa...keeps me culturally connected even though i'm physically disconnected from my 'aina.</span></span><br /><br /></div><div></div><div>day 15: GNO's</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrUXuUon6Hz582YLCBaIZ0MXVr-K3nOkXmoxGavWZWHclSGOLzRzxd_xFPbvYwzz-cHDyxGJvbs-lsKUVi2YoC37xcoc9086CQYG2_PFFtZWqCY1GRaLpJjoE1TXjTfo-92f-DLpycNIE/s1600/IMG_1131.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrUXuUon6Hz582YLCBaIZ0MXVr-K3nOkXmoxGavWZWHclSGOLzRzxd_xFPbvYwzz-cHDyxGJvbs-lsKUVi2YoC37xcoc9086CQYG2_PFFtZWqCY1GRaLpJjoE1TXjTfo-92f-DLpycNIE/s320/IMG_1131.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678818405673058562" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">luv getting together with my girls out here in utah. even though they're all married with kids...its good to see that they are still down. here we are at karaoke...lol</span></span><br /><br /></div><div></div><div>day 16: hawaiian cultural center</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMeRwUB6lX5-alHdZrISBKsNudRR5B02XkYAp4YvwY1n1m8YYZsVKHQoCB0KFxTENOmCNHc7JkCFk9RPo7vOkKuvWsDDhEA9uti_N5g5yvVYmuDabJQxDaXFDzdEhyphenhyphenwAgUNffPGMVQbrk/s1600/KLMF_Border%25282%2529.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 92px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMeRwUB6lX5-alHdZrISBKsNudRR5B02XkYAp4YvwY1n1m8YYZsVKHQoCB0KFxTENOmCNHc7JkCFk9RPo7vOkKuvWsDDhEA9uti_N5g5yvVYmuDabJQxDaXFDzdEhyphenhyphenwAgUNffPGMVQbrk/s320/KLMF_Border%25282%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678818408017991906" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">having the opportunity to work in a place that keeps me "rooted" has given me a better appreciation for my background. mahalo.</span></span><br /><br /></div><div></div><div>day 17: team potluck</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpODHBG0bd6XsBLGWGjWRPF6mKgmsMSfVipCNqrOD34pH6JiluKrkPySi0vWtDc43Nv9wOohwdtSUqN44a31CRBlvx35rTwXqviz9moZ1F95fNJhbMrQr5M9K_fU4719WW_-gV_07DvTk/s1600/potluck1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 277px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpODHBG0bd6XsBLGWGjWRPF6mKgmsMSfVipCNqrOD34pH6JiluKrkPySi0vWtDc43Nv9wOohwdtSUqN44a31CRBlvx35rTwXqviz9moZ1F95fNJhbMrQr5M9K_fU4719WW_-gV_07DvTk/s320/potluck1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678822507874003282" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">even though i hate driving into the office...i'm grateful for an amazing team who coordinates amazing potlucks. it kinda makes the drive worth it.</span></span><br /><br /></div><div></div><div>day 18: snow<br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6clZlGFs7HrF4HI-mbDxzWIarO5S3QytlTv9Q6J57ZgIWrNbsitIKu2kb5PK5JNzTa4Eo0jeOqzva7Z7hihUig0v0zL2DnvIY3-vEl5hOf5Iwgs1fP05NC_4OJVbi26wfd-cpkQ1KYQQ/s1600/snow+photo.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6clZlGFs7HrF4HI-mbDxzWIarO5S3QytlTv9Q6J57ZgIWrNbsitIKu2kb5PK5JNzTa4Eo0jeOqzva7Z7hihUig0v0zL2DnvIY3-vEl5hOf5Iwgs1fP05NC_4OJVbi26wfd-cpkQ1KYQQ/s320/snow+photo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678822512013363634" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">another love/hate relationship here. love watching it, and playing in it...but hate driving in it. it snowed today and it ruined all my plans of going out (i was soooo not gonna drive down to provo in that!). buuuuuut....i love being bundled under a huge blanket sipping on some cocoa while watching a movie. "eets dee beeeesss".....name that movie</span></span><br /><br /></div><div></div><div>day 19: besties</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCmAaZTtIXmdRYn87JEkVZi789PnVGrI8qHBsRiYrUOh2zXeC08av6_HSp60g8NRlb8zCE37o11zLZfbJfMl6-SRYjrqBp34gcshrEFgRKWPqzJnRuQCtyJAvR5l42DDuudKPxnrVN4ZY/s1600/225501_945262788809_17818261_42776606_6325748_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCmAaZTtIXmdRYn87JEkVZi789PnVGrI8qHBsRiYrUOh2zXeC08av6_HSp60g8NRlb8zCE37o11zLZfbJfMl6-SRYjrqBp34gcshrEFgRKWPqzJnRuQCtyJAvR5l42DDuudKPxnrVN4ZY/s320/225501_945262788809_17818261_42776606_6325748_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678822513200510354" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">i love these two. and i love that they're GETTING MARRIED!!! so grateful to have them both in my life and to have been a part of their looooooong overdue union. all i know is march is gonna GET IT!!!!</span></span><br /><br /></div><div></div><div>day 20: cali love<br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBIkO2gyob23L_UFQayaGxR7nXObOYMwUGm_4vQTktavNTZm-Zq-l-WeYrTn6-Ihyphenhyphen8lUnhc6rtSes_rXqe5Tkqb47W3NRsHuGVqiovclkz2kD2u4UMZinBHK9pAGQvB08e39rDzP6LpN4/s1600/381430_10150393004403196_90284748195_8914845_469627711_n.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 426px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBIkO2gyob23L_UFQayaGxR7nXObOYMwUGm_4vQTktavNTZm-Zq-l-WeYrTn6-Ihyphenhyphen8lUnhc6rtSes_rXqe5Tkqb47W3NRsHuGVqiovclkz2kD2u4UMZinBHK9pAGQvB08e39rDzP6LpN4/s320/381430_10150393004403196_90284748195_8914845_469627711_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678822522376736466" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">here's another shot with the besties and their families....BOTH of whom i LOVE! i love that everytime i go to cali (long beach/murrietta/san fran) its like i'm returning home. luv my cali 'ohana!!!</span></span><br /><br /></div><div></div><div>day 21: laughter</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgi775oniVk93ybpX-y74snx5SDF0oCzPZ797xCDQg2Enkffp2tXEqderQhVj70gcJBdXGfinPYABvPgv3Ie8YuOO15wCHtNqwMqLFKHzC6u07_AejOcYDSHgesgRZfo9TYJ_5C8aQHZtU/s1600/311027_542661161419_89800629_31183781_2146803962_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgi775oniVk93ybpX-y74snx5SDF0oCzPZ797xCDQg2Enkffp2tXEqderQhVj70gcJBdXGfinPYABvPgv3Ie8YuOO15wCHtNqwMqLFKHzC6u07_AejOcYDSHgesgRZfo9TYJ_5C8aQHZtU/s320/311027_542661161419_89800629_31183781_2146803962_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678829755128533554" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">me and jan...omg this girl is the BEST! she and i both flew in to help with aforementioned besties proposal...and it was sooooooo much fun hanging out with her. she cracks me up this girl! this whole weekend was nothing but gutt wrenching fun. can't wait to go visit her up in the bay soon.</span></span><br /></div><div></div><div>day 22: eternal families<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbnPq8giIUeBXJSjJn4M866ZGkwGjx2q7O3sTwlHkNdpOkMfiOc6HbpfxXPmR2Zw4LUz6zaEohqwYVpnqXtaGPYVSFb2wyeijttNH1HToqlTU9_t12iXMOkRCyFwOAKEd0yHq7rcIsYKk/s1600/373915_542966090339_89800629_31184744_511221154_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbnPq8giIUeBXJSjJn4M866ZGkwGjx2q7O3sTwlHkNdpOkMfiOc6HbpfxXPmR2Zw4LUz6zaEohqwYVpnqXtaGPYVSFb2wyeijttNH1HToqlTU9_t12iXMOkRCyFwOAKEd0yHq7rcIsYKk/s320/373915_542966090339_89800629_31184744_511221154_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678829759547466162" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:85%;">i.miss.him. but so grateful for the plan of salvation. a constant reminder that i need to shape up my life so i can be with him again. luv u jason.</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></div><div></div><div>day 23: skype</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhdWGRh-NQAOmE8H6zxs1q1Vf1c1DIx2oNeGMH_fUC8DEBRTuT_1IOgQxLGpn2wy9V6IBm4aWwVW0VZyuvO8wcxDlOoDPSqx54BXHfNoWeNjfuL3G329doBHb176MNO5YRKvzA9TPKgx8/s1600/388970_543057741669_89800629_31185101_636480160_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhdWGRh-NQAOmE8H6zxs1q1Vf1c1DIx2oNeGMH_fUC8DEBRTuT_1IOgQxLGpn2wy9V6IBm4aWwVW0VZyuvO8wcxDlOoDPSqx54BXHfNoWeNjfuL3G329doBHb176MNO5YRKvzA9TPKgx8/s320/388970_543057741669_89800629_31185101_636480160_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678831460488365938" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">meet my sister mahea. THIS is why skype is the best thing created EVER!!! HAHAHAHAHAHA!!! not only can i talk story with her but i can see what she's doing....from 3000 miles away. and here she's trying to show that she can dance tahitian in her chair. hahaha. so mento. </span></span><br /><br /></div><div></div><div>day 24: thanksgiving<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEga0KFUNAA-hKAHOHYg_kUCScAE-lvpq_s7OBeKK3iVNIR7D-kCYsMOAQ4EXbHmDzBieMa_J6cWKRwI32hMwBaH2k7Xx_5UvXCUWA7kiZkgxGdgvdNlm0cBIKsjFhAE5wLVxtxAH7qgyYE/s1600/1happy-thanksgiving.gif"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 314px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEga0KFUNAA-hKAHOHYg_kUCScAE-lvpq_s7OBeKK3iVNIR7D-kCYsMOAQ4EXbHmDzBieMa_J6cWKRwI32hMwBaH2k7Xx_5UvXCUWA7kiZkgxGdgvdNlm0cBIKsjFhAE5wLVxtxAH7qgyYE/s320/1happy-thanksgiving.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678831467278528290" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">i love the holidays. nothing but family....food...fun...and relaxation. well...at least up until i have to go to work at 1030 at night! but alas...i'm grateful for this holiday...which reminds me to be grateful for EVERYTHING i have. </span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEga0KFUNAA-hKAHOHYg_kUCScAE-lvpq_s7OBeKK3iVNIR7D-kCYsMOAQ4EXbHmDzBieMa_J6cWKRwI32hMwBaH2k7Xx_5UvXCUWA7kiZkgxGdgvdNlm0cBIKsjFhAE5wLVxtxAH7qgyYE/s1600/1happy-thanksgiving.gif"><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></a></span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">so now that i'm all caught up...we'll see what the next few days left in this month will bring.<br /></div></div></div>Uihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15707624553623149922noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2107197698558428270.post-42495821206419689312011-11-11T00:31:00.001-08:002011-11-11T13:04:45.855-08:00day 8<span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:courier new;" >day 8: chapstick</span></span><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJO6pCNozfmr-nO2ux4F6btFWIbiMDqycHhyp3GN6AmWeqb34Y5Ok8Rr_5oARqjDSPrj0Hsluc8h6HuTbDnDYwEG0x-8b4NYAwo9ddH31iSN2EyyN7NmGhbyueU74pXqjWMgGezcFzSAg/s1600/NiveaLipCare.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 212px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 317px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673653431405250978" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJO6pCNozfmr-nO2ux4F6btFWIbiMDqycHhyp3GN6AmWeqb34Y5Ok8Rr_5oARqjDSPrj0Hsluc8h6HuTbDnDYwEG0x-8b4NYAwo9ddH31iSN2EyyN7NmGhbyueU74pXqjWMgGezcFzSAg/s320/NiveaLipCare.jpg" /></a><br /><br />with this dry weather coming up i've never been more grateful for chapstick! without it i would have some pretty dry chappy lips..no bueno...so here's to you nivea lip care! its the simple things in life.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:courier new;" >i.love.nivea</span></span>Uihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15707624553623149922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2107197698558428270.post-63695200377006150842011-11-07T15:08:00.001-08:002011-11-07T15:15:22.378-08:00day 7<span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-family:courier new;">day 7: missionaries</span></span><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMXpOQlemYOUu6FWmRc-Fi9d-UBAnD0bdh0gOJE7gaWaoLgml3fVtYt5JGBApS_Eoao5TtHp9dmnane8dH-7jK5G1iXFIBQCaNg7088nSa-sKq_knrJs0ieWfwEETcezesfI9FLgszhT0/s1600/n1612776395_30088727_3274395.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 168px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMXpOQlemYOUu6FWmRc-Fi9d-UBAnD0bdh0gOJE7gaWaoLgml3fVtYt5JGBApS_Eoao5TtHp9dmnane8dH-7jK5G1iXFIBQCaNg7088nSa-sKq_knrJs0ieWfwEETcezesfI9FLgszhT0/s320/n1612776395_30088727_3274395.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672396406951630978" border="0" /></a><br />yesterday i had the privilege to witness my uncle open his mission call via skype. he has been called to serve in the west indies mission (english speaking). i'm so proud of him and the decision he's made to be a soldier in God's army. he's worked so hard and prepared for so long for this moment, its exciting to see it actually happen. the BEST part about him opening up his call was everyone shouting out where they thought the west indies was. some thought india. some thought japan (lol). some thought africa. hahahahaha. when everyone finally stopped cheering and looked at the map in his packet, we all started laughing as we attempted a rastafari accent. lol. too funny. so good luck uncle mark! we'll be here cheering you on as you serve those in the west indies!!!<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-family:courier new;">i.love.missionaries.</span></span>Uihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15707624553623149922noreply@blogger.com0