tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24874813865719150382024-03-12T19:41:31.176-07:00Poteki Family12/13/2008http://www.blogger.com/profile/12054134881503253375noreply@blogger.comBlogger18125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2487481386571915038.post-38253437162278451352012-08-18T00:10:00.000-07:002012-08-18T00:10:10.207-07:00**Daddy**<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<center>"The greatest gift I ever had
Came from God; I call him Dad!"</center>
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It's been a month and 2 weeks since my dad passed away. I haven't even started my blog and i'm literally crying at this moment NBFR. I can't even explain the pain that I feel at this moment. I lost my best friend and someone I have looked up to for the past 26 years of my life. I know i'm being selfish when I ask God why my dad, why now? but it's so hard not to think that way. He has no pain, no dialysis 3 times a day, no more sickness, and he can finally sleep peacefully cause it was so hard for him to get a full nights rest, I can honestly say that my dad is happier than he's ever been right now and I know he's patiently waiting for the love of his life,my MOM.
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I wish I had more time with my dad, there's so many things that I wanted him be here for when the time comes, We don't have kids yet but I wish he were here to hold and watch them grow, I want them to know who there papa is. I want you to be there when me and drew go through the temple which is what you wanted most from us. Last week 08/08/2012 I went to visit my dad after work, as I put flowers on his grave I had to say something because since my dad died I've felt so guilty I told him, "Dad I'm so sorry I wasn't able to give you what you want while you were here, but I promise you before I leave this earth I will know that I will see you again." and I can't wait for that day.
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My mom would always tell me that my dad worries about me the most because of my weight and because of other things I do in my life, when my dad would tell me that I need to lose weight I just blame him for all the good food he cooks lol plus he was the one always calling me to come over and eat haha.. he would just smile and tell me to shutup lol. I can go on and on about my dad and the great person that he is, but I won't lol.
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DAD,
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I miss you so much, I will do my best to make you proud. Give me strength to do what I have to do to make myself happy and my family, please watch over mom and us and keep us healthy and strong, I love you with all my heart dad and I will see you again.
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Your Daughter,
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Lisha
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12/13/2008http://www.blogger.com/profile/12054134881503253375noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2487481386571915038.post-13234030574742867292011-11-14T10:10:00.000-08:002011-11-14T10:18:04.877-08:00**Juice Pleeease**<a href="http://www.runningonjuice.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/07/fatsicknearlydead.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 400px;" src="http://www.runningonjuice.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/07/fatsicknearlydead.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />So Lately I’ve been thinking about losing weight and getting healthier cause I see my dad and how sick he’s been getting I know that I’m heading in the same path with how much weight I’ve gained. Most of it is because I eat out a lot with my friends and cousin and also I eat a lot when I’m at home cause my husband works swing shift so I’m at home by myself lol!! Anyways my friend told me about this Juice thing that her cousin had did and also she is doing it as well and the lbs just shed right off so I wanted to try it first to make sure I can at least handle taking the drink and it wasn’t too bad it’s better then the lemonade detox that I did a while ago so I decided to start 11/10/2011 which was a Thursday, I was going to wait til Monday but I just decided that it would be better to start right now so I did. Since I’m so use to eating everything LMAO I was cutting it down to the juice for every meal and drinking water in between. <br /><br />This is kind of hard to say but I don’t really care anymore my starting weight as of 11/10 was 293lbs fricken FAT A I know lol..don’t laugh.. I was determined once I saw those numbers.<br /><br /><U>Ingredients:</U><br />2 Cucumbers<br />4 Celery Stalks<br />6 Kale Leaves<br />1 Lemon<br />2 Green Apples<br />1 Pear<br />1 Ginger Stalk (Thumb size) <br /><br />And I bought a juicer from Wal Mart for $30.91(incl tax). It has to be juiced not blended. <br /><br />After day 1 I came into work drank the juice for breakfast hopped on the scale and BOOM!! I was at 286lbs I was like WTF so I had to do it again lol and it was (I use the scale at work cause we do biggest loser there so it’s accurate and it’s the expensive kind too lol) but I did lose 7lbs on my first day YAY!! That’s what kept me going to drink the juice and workout(playing vball and going to the gym)<br /><br />Day 3 it was hard because first it was the weekend 2nd we had my niece sleep over Friday which she and my husband chowed down on some Mcdonalds while I sat there and drank my juice haha I was tempted to eat it but I did pick it up stared at it as my mouth started to water hahahaha then I put it back down with a sad face lol The next day we took my niece to Hollywood Connections and while we were there we got her some ice cream with whip cream and a cherry(FYI I’m a sucker for ice cream lol) but I resisted thank goodness my husband didn’t eat any lol but it got worse after. We went to our cousin’s place to watch THE BIGGEST DUCK #90 Rickson Heimuli who plays for OREGON DUCKS game vs STANFORD and there was pizza, soda and musubi’s ugh really? Haha another moment where I just touched the food and put it back down lol even worse I had to feed my niece pizza and I was imagining it going into my mouth rather than hers lol Real talk lol but I resisted YAY!! Next we headed to the bar where my husband’s cousin Soakai aka DECOY was performing and dang did I want a drink lol but I drank water the whole night but it’s a good thing it’s helping me lose weight as well as quit drinking so I’m headed in the right direction, just taking it step by step. <br /><br />Day 4- My dad calls in the morning asking us to come over for dinner and if you know my dad he don’t make no small meal it’s a whole lot of food. We got there and I open the door and I see fried chicken, rice, steaks, gravy, soda and Salad OMG I about died but I did bring my juicer and all the stuff I needed to make my juice and I was fine for a couple hours until I kept staring at the table wanting to eat something then my friend called to go play vball and yes it was on a Sunday lol & I bolted out the door haha so far I’m doing pretty good and hope to continue. I decided to weigh myself once a week so no worries I’ll keep you updated. Oh and YES the picture is what the diet is called <br /><br /><B>**FAT SICK AND NEARLY DEAD**</B>12/13/2008http://www.blogger.com/profile/12054134881503253375noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2487481386571915038.post-14654654547901735812011-11-08T17:56:00.001-08:002011-11-08T18:28:36.412-08:00Elder Rex Lee Alo Jr<center><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/306751_199350026797355_100001670769675_502322_891944883_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/306751_199350026797355_100001670769675_502322_891944883_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><B>Sept 2011- Sept 2013**</B></center><br />I can't say it enough of how proud I am of my baby brother. Can't believe how fast he's grown up. Unlike me, my brother had a plan after high school go to college, work than go on his mission which he did go to college at UVU after he put school on hold to prepare for his mission he started working and now he is currently serving his mission in <B>Riverside California</B>. He left to the MTC 09/14/2011 so as of today it's been already almost 3 months(Crazy how time flies). Well the weekend of his farewell was such an emotional roller coaster this past year I got to spend alot of time with my brother, he always came over to the house and hangout and play vball and we we grew really close as siblings. Friday we had an open gym playing vball at the ward with us and all of our friends that we play vball with came, Sat we had a BBQ for our whole family, Sunday was the farwell where we actually got to hear him speak and that's when I realized how he grown up and how mature he has gotten, he still has alot of growing up to do but I know it will take time. Of course as his sister i got emotional but i luvd his talk and also the musical numbers by my sister Tilly and cousins JB and Kayleen. <br /><br /><center><iframe width="459" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/-SglzDsnvf0?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""></iframe></center><br /><br />The best part was having our whole entire family at church well we were all at church the week before for my Baby Pearls blessing .. Mom, Dad, Phoenix, Martin, Nita, Me, Tilly & Rex I think the last time we were all at church was ummm I can't even remember lol. I'm so grateful for all the blessings that my brother has blessed our family with by sacrificing 2 years of his life to serve the lord. I love and miss my brother so much and I know that he will be the best missionary he can be. <br /><br><center>We Love You Elder Alo<br />RETURN WITH HONOR</center><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/302559_198194526912905_100001670769675_498088_1669548004_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 350px;" src="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/302559_198194526912905_100001670769675_498088_1669548004_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a>12/13/2008http://www.blogger.com/profile/12054134881503253375noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2487481386571915038.post-34464615831887233412011-11-02T22:49:00.000-07:002011-11-02T23:10:13.937-07:00She's Here! Well She's been here lolI know i'm hella late but I just want to welcome my baby niece/name sake
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<br /><center>PEARLISHA LEILA FONUA
<br />Born: 07/30/2011
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<br />**Isn't She Gorgeous**</center>
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<br />I fell in love with here the first day I went to see my sister in the hospital.. She's gorgeous just like her namesake lol.. First name is of course my name and her middle name is actually my mother in law. My in laws luv my sisters kids like their own grandkids (it's a sign that me and my hubby need to give them grand babies lol) but they always want to watch the kids and spoil them lol so my sister and her husband decided to name baby after Leila Poteki(Andrew's Mom). She's so lucky to be named after 2 beautiful women lol. I'm excited to watch her grow up and have that special bond with her. I love you baby PEARLEI( that's what my in-laws call her lol)
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<br />Letter to Baby Pearl
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<br /><B><I>Pearl,
<br />I just want you to know how much I love you and no matter what I will be here for you if you ever need anything, I see myself being like the cool aunty who all the nephews and nieces run too when their in trouble or just want to get away lol so you know who to call when you get sasa'd by your dad lol. Life will be hard but know that not only your mom and dad will help you but me and your uncle andrew are here for you as well. I hope we can be some what of an example to you just like your mom and dad have been for us. I love you unconditionally.
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<br />Aunty Pearl12/13/2008http://www.blogger.com/profile/12054134881503253375noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2487481386571915038.post-21362511837296019662011-08-23T21:37:00.001-07:002011-11-03T00:04:34.182-07:00There's No Place Like HomeEver since me and my husband got married we've always wanted to have our own place. As the months went by I knew that moving to our own home wouldn't be as soon as i thought it would be, there was times where one of us wouldn't have a job and i know for sure that we can't stay in our own place depending on only one income paying for everything. So 2 years later after both of us finding really good jobs and being there for a while we decided to move out and start looking for our own place. I thought it would be easy but HELL no, driving everywhere and going to all kinds of apartments and filling out apps was starting to get a little frustrating, I would spend most of my time at work looking through ksl, magazines etc and still nothing I wanted to give up( after a week of searching lol) but my husband was so eager to move out that he kept me going..
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<br /> One night about 9pm we were just getting home from looking at a place and I hop online too search some more and I came across this add on KSL 3BR 1B $600.00 Duplex, I didn't believe it but I called it anyways and the lady told us that we can come see it the next morning so I said ok, after I hung up I was like "I'm gonna call her back and ask if we can see it now lol" she said it was ok so we went up there and took a tour of the place & we fell in love with it and it really was only $600.00 lol we were trippin out but after all the paper work and background checks we finally got the place, our own home. YAY!! We moved in First week of June 2011 and we are loving it. We feel so independent, it's hard just cause all the bills that we have to take care of but we love it and it brings us closer together. Pics are from when we were cleaning everything, that's why it looks kinda messy lol. I'm still debating on how i want our place to look and i don't really like the white walls every where so i want to add some color not sure what tho lol
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<br /><center>Upstairs Living Room
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<br />Kitchen
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<br />Downstairs Living Room12/13/2008http://www.blogger.com/profile/12054134881503253375noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2487481386571915038.post-91637683783452375402011-05-24T23:50:00.000-07:002011-05-24T23:50:57.748-07:00Are you Ready?<iframe width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/nRbLFfWa1oM?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""></iframe><br /><br />This past weekend all I kept hearing was it's the end of the world this weekend(May 21,2011). I'm like whatever pfft!! but than it got me really thinking, what if it really was? am I ready to face god on judgement day..Hecks no!! Theres so many things i want to experience before my time comes to leave this earth.<br /><br />*Have Kids- 6 preferably lol<br />*One day get Sealed as a Family<br />*Hubby will join the NFL which will lead to my next one which is <br />---->*Be rich lol <br />*Skydive<br /><br />Well that's just a couple things but with what's going on in the world today I feel it's coming and I can just say to myself that i'm not ready:( Hopefully soon we can come to realize that in the end nothing matters but my family and if i'm not sealed to my family for all time and eternity I won't see them in the next life. I think about if i'm not sealed to my family what or where will I be in the next life. Will I be an animal or will I be the richest or poorest person on earth.. What? Well I don't want it to come to that so I hope that one day me and my husband will take that next step. ♥ my family.12/13/2008http://www.blogger.com/profile/12054134881503253375noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2487481386571915038.post-89050094416496740932011-04-30T01:58:00.000-07:002011-04-30T02:47:49.220-07:00Sisterly Love<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEmBwAafkheoQpiat6UFSeElt5xH34GhF05dvZQzhVFqx1MGyMZ_JOWC2s2q3uERvOHbSWzOopZ3nz7CLmeKmLXHbP0Wkt4XhlK_-1O0XKcvlGb9-DtuqhJGVEJ8YIVekWmtH_c171-bFO/s1600/37175_102996536432705_100001670769675_16880_3036024_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEmBwAafkheoQpiat6UFSeElt5xH34GhF05dvZQzhVFqx1MGyMZ_JOWC2s2q3uERvOHbSWzOopZ3nz7CLmeKmLXHbP0Wkt4XhlK_-1O0XKcvlGb9-DtuqhJGVEJ8YIVekWmtH_c171-bFO/s320/37175_102996536432705_100001670769675_16880_3036024_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601309542761579618" /></a>I can't express the love I have for my sisters, especially for bringing my lil rugrats into this world. My sisters are my best friends no matter what arguments we have it only brings us closer. We've always been close and i cherish every moment I have with them. <br /><br />Last year my little sister Tilly and her family moved to Washington and it's so hard to not have her here. I love that girl even tho she can be a brat sometimes lol she's a mother of 2 lil boys Dreysen and Zeland. When I hang out with the boys and they do stupid things it makes me say " uh huh that's there mother right there" lol. I miss and love my little sister so much and hope they move back soon, it's just not the same without her. She'll always be my little bratty sister, and I would do anything for her and her family. ♥ you Til.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfgBSW1d0P2MyCyWYRm2yBc1s2leMcr2WWY2ZhGcn_0fNY8TjkrLmz4qcNDLCT1QHlDohVuq-M83qXJTYHNhc7Ey65VtjpUu0Nme8ZbJl-iuz2YRrrSHNwLgfa-gcG5bxpnaLX9ln0TSgf/s1600/165719_121320454600313_100001670769675_123087_3669326_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/AVvXsEjfgBSW1d0P2MyCyWYRm2yBc1s2leMcr2WWY2ZhGcn_0fNY8TjkrLmz4qcNDLCT1QHlDohVuq-M83qXJTYHNhc7Ey65VtjpUu0Nme8ZbJl-iuz2YRrrSHNwLgfa-gcG5bxpnaLX9ln0TSgf/s320/165719_121320454600313_100001670769675_123087_3669326_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601309939990233186" /></a><br /><br /> My older sister Lenita who is a mother of 2 and 1 on the way, Sini, Teiko and coming soon in August little Pearlisha Lei Fonua. So blessed to have her in my life she's such a great example to me and I'm so grateful that they would name there daughter after me (well of course, cause i'm the favorite aunty lol). I love my sister and I look up to her, she can be annoying sometimes but I know she let's me know to better myself and be better for my family.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCI28dBbeTANXXpDZxkOD_aoHEohDrVXd2I7UT5g6l7D1cYg3FtuL1mr7ukoRHonma7SMT9By3hZv3Ia5bJjeDAjEczPQ-nILDVoWp8U92ayoTnCVeiwP-TDIuaimzgVmR2DplfsnumFaT/s1600/37175_102996539766038_100001670769675_16881_8115221_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 209px; height: 313px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCI28dBbeTANXXpDZxkOD_aoHEohDrVXd2I7UT5g6l7D1cYg3FtuL1mr7ukoRHonma7SMT9By3hZv3Ia5bJjeDAjEczPQ-nILDVoWp8U92ayoTnCVeiwP-TDIuaimzgVmR2DplfsnumFaT/s320/37175_102996539766038_100001670769675_16881_8115221_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601309765508961362" /></a><br /><br />Now the Fun part, memories that I have had with my sisters.<br /><br />With Tilly we've had too many the best one is when my mom use to always force us to do piano, guitar, singing lessons and play sports on top of that. Tilly would always be the best at everything and my mom would always sign us up to sing in front of people. The worst was when she made us sing for the Samoan Flag Week OMG so not the business, you have 3 girls tryna sing Dixie Chicks hahahaha lol. The next year my mom made us sing again but we didn't want to, Nita was like I ain't singing and she just walks off being fiapoko lol. Me and Tilly talked and we were like " what the heck are we gonna do?" so what we did was hide throughout the park and every time we would see my mom tryna look for us we would run away and hide under a tree or run to the opposite side of the park lol so funny my cousins til this day still laugh about.<br /><br />With Nita the best one was going to High School with her. I was a sophomore and she was a senior, we played volleyball and basketball together but during school we would hardly talk lol I would try to go and hang out with her and her friends but she would always give me the look like the ummm get away you annoying lil girl look lol. No one even knew we were sisters other than our team mates, they thought we were just friends lol. I always wanted to be around her cause I thought she was so called "COOL" lol I was lil and was new to the whole high school thing and I thought my sister would at least talk to me lol.. ya she acted like she didn't know me hahaha..<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBOk7yGLSTH2HXKe5tcOchnR13DXfkq0tq0n5LHpGnqS1XAmcZd_7N4FP4_0uoY0ox3RkXuIeaLwART2NOlhroWM0GDZYJyJ0xjXKthk_axTaVmk3TDvxLW5_GDHyioy68HIcW9Gt9IJ7N/s1600/73199_104880256244333_100001670769675_31437_463251_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 153px; height: 259px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBOk7yGLSTH2HXKe5tcOchnR13DXfkq0tq0n5LHpGnqS1XAmcZd_7N4FP4_0uoY0ox3RkXuIeaLwART2NOlhroWM0GDZYJyJ0xjXKthk_axTaVmk3TDvxLW5_GDHyioy68HIcW9Gt9IJ7N/s320/73199_104880256244333_100001670769675_31437_463251_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601310723776022962" /></a>I have the best sisters ever we all play sports together and share common interests. As we grew older our relationship grew stronger. We are all married now and we still try and get together every once in a while but with Tilly living in a different state it's hard, we miss her so much. Sisterly Love is the perfect word for us, we help each other in times of need and are always their to comfort each other when we are down. I love you Tilly and Nita and thank you for everything you do for me.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9oiaUN0hbdIl8FoYS9oE3NPJ9KihRobZuU-Xf3IRZe0KDot0OvBEEw1ltse9S4ZntqjRlzEx0Q_edoG1jKyG7jhTB6HlM628bx_94KUkVID24_I33rRCpgJPHdnchRyPRzWG1HIryFru4/s1600/230825_150321721700186_100001670769675_304304_2501637_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 228px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9oiaUN0hbdIl8FoYS9oE3NPJ9KihRobZuU-Xf3IRZe0KDot0OvBEEw1ltse9S4ZntqjRlzEx0Q_edoG1jKyG7jhTB6HlM628bx_94KUkVID24_I33rRCpgJPHdnchRyPRzWG1HIryFru4/s320/230825_150321721700186_100001670769675_304304_2501637_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601308542709821714" /></a>12/13/2008http://www.blogger.com/profile/12054134881503253375noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2487481386571915038.post-49221178048449881472011-02-02T12:21:00.000-08:002011-04-26T16:29:50.594-07:00ENOUGH!!<a href="http://flashfree.files.wordpress.com/2010/10/dvam-purple-ribbon-731880.gif"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://flashfree.files.wordpress.com/2010/10/dvam-purple-ribbon-731880.gif" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />I never really talk about this because it's such a touchy subject to me and it was the biggest downfall in my life but i've been thinking that I should blog about it and share my experience, plus when I write about things that had such a big impact in my life I feel a sense of relief just because I always keep everything inside..<br /> Well back in 2004 I graduated from high school in June and Started at SLCC in Aug so I could start training for volleyball. After a couple months of school and it was towards the end of the season my friend wanted to hook me up with one of his friends, and I'm always open to meeting and talking to new people so I told him it was ok to give him my number cause I ain't down to call a total stranger lol. Well I got home from a volleyball tournament in AZ when I received a call from him, for the first 2 weeks we just talked on the phone didn't see each other just through pics lol. After him begging me to come see him I drove out to see him. After that we went on to seeing each other more and it started getting serious to where I wanted to be with him every day( I know hella sprung lol). After maybe 6 months we were so called "IN LOVE" and I would basically do anything for him, but my whole life was changing, my grades were going down, I was seeing less and less of my family, and my vball scholarship was slipping through my hands for the next season.<br /> After about a year things got really rough in our relationship we were arguing more, fight after fight, it just got out of hand. I was seeing something different in him, anger issues and he started threatening me which I didn't take to heart cause I was just thinking it was all out of anger, until the day he first put his hands on me he didn't punch me or slap me or anything, he put his hands around my neck and squeezed it to a point where i could barely breathe. I couldn't belive something like this would happen to me I didn't really say anything to anyone just because I was scared of what might happen to him, but after that I told myself I was done! He would call me all the time and I didn't answer, even after his apologies on my voice mail I told myself I was still done. He kept calling and calling, and was starting to feel bad so I finally talked to him and after that we were back together (I know right every time I watch Tv shows or movies with women getting abused by their other half I always say "what a stupid ass girl, I would be gone the first time he put his hands on me".)Yea well i'm that stupid girl cause things got worse and worse to a point where I would get bruises on my arms,legs, neck and stomach area from the kicking, punching and being thrown into things, My brothers and cousins even beat him up one nite he was drunk and hit me at a party and my cousin called them but I don't want to get into too much detail but we were together for a lil bit over 3 years.<br /> After those 3 years I had to end it I was very suicidal just because he made me feel like i'm nothing, he made me feel like everything i do is wrong. I'm the type of person that no matter how much i'm hurting inside i will always smile and pretend everything is ok. No one really knew how I felt and i was pretty much alone. It's hard when you feel like you have to go through your hardest times by yourself, I wish I had a close relationship with my mom so i could be able to talk to her about it and my older sister was on her mission and I felt my lil sister was too young to understand. Basically I left it upon myself to take it all in and get rid of the BS in my life. I had to do it over the phone cause I know he would think of someway to talk me out of it i let him know how i felt and hung up the phone and didn't talk to him ever since. <br /> I had to let him go I wasted 3 years of my life with him and I lost everything. I'm grateful for the women that I am now i learned to let go of things that's happened in my past and not let it affect my future relationships. I had to learn the hard way when I met my husband who knows about what happened we had problems just because i wasn't able to trust him or get close enough to even allow myself to fall in love again. Andrew was straight up with me and told me how it is. It took me a while but I'm happy with where i'm at now Married and loving life. There really isn't a way to cope with those kind of things unless your ready to let go of it i know before i met my husband that there were other oppurtunities that I passed up because of my situation. I love my husband and forever blessed for him.12/13/2008http://www.blogger.com/profile/12054134881503253375noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2487481386571915038.post-87222177217727950502011-01-31T08:39:00.000-08:002011-01-31T08:58:57.490-08:00HARRAH FOR AMERIKA!!<a href="http://us-flag.net/pictures/background/American_flag_background.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 250px;" src="http://us-flag.net/pictures/background/American_flag_background.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />My dad just got back from Samoa last wed 1/26/2011 after being there for a lil over a month. My husband picked him up from the airport than they picked me up from my vball game and we headed straight to the hospital. My dad had a really bad ear infection that has been going on for 3 weeks, it made the side of his face really swollen. I was thinking to myself what the HELL has he been doing for 3 weeks with that pain. My dad said he went to the Dr twice in Samoa first time the Dr didn't even look in his ear and they just gave him a shot of penacilin(spell check) for the pain.. Next time he went, the dr actually looked in his ear but basically gave him the same thing a shot for the pain, nothing to cure his ear infection. <br /> Dad ended up staying overnite his blood pressure at the time was 236/123 which is very high since my dad's been back he's been in the hospital I slept there last night and i'm hoping he gets to come home today cause I know how much he hates staying in hospitals, but he's doing good now and his blood pressure is normal. I'm very grateful that we live in such a great country and that we were able to get him to a good hospital with good dr's that are able to help him. HARRAH FOR AMERIKA!! HARRAH FOR AMERIKA!! LOL12/13/2008http://www.blogger.com/profile/12054134881503253375noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2487481386571915038.post-5614232714703143612011-01-25T13:42:00.000-08:002011-02-28T22:29:21.888-08:00**WASHINGTON TRIP**<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.seattle-downtown-hotels.com/images/img_about.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://www.seattle-downtown-hotels.com/images/img_about.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br /> I know it's hella 5 years later but it's my blog so i can do what the heck i want jk but anyways. In November I decided to save up all my PTO at work and take a vacation to Washington to visit my sister Tilly and her family. I left December 25, 2010 and come back January 4, 2011, and yes I left right aftter the eating at my cousins house christmas day. So my flight was 2:05pm and I told my husband we have to go at 12:30pm ya this fiapoko kept telling me it's ok as long as your there by 1:30(reminder that my flight is at 2:05) I was thinking that this guy is trying to make me miss my flight lol. So I got to the airport and the lady told me I missed it, then she said the next flight was at 3:05 so I let my husband slide on that lol but than it got worse I got to the gate which was clear in Africa lol I go to the front desk and ask the lady if they called the standby people and she told me the flight was 2 hours delayed OMG I was saying every swear word in ENGLISH, SAMOAN & TONGAN in my head lol hahaha. I didn't get on the plane until 6pm, and yes my husband was so gonna hear it from me lol because the 2:05 was the flight that was on time lol...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQNMN75mtBSmPNYeYHkIUmFDfb3s3aneGBOVTUEnHi42irt75RY&t=1"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 275px; height: 183px;" src="http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQNMN75mtBSmPNYeYHkIUmFDfb3s3aneGBOVTUEnHi42irt75RY&t=1" border="0" alt="" /></a> <br />The flight was pretty fast I arrived at the SEA/TAC Airport around 7:30pm and the whole time I was imagining that I come up the escalator and my nephews Drey and Z will come running to me like in movies lol but after getting lost for a 10min cause you have to take a train to the baggage claim than i got off the wrong stop and had to wait a couple minutes for the next train lol I come up the escalator and my sister and Lance are no where to be found so i thought "maybe their waiting outside", I get my bags and I walk outside still no trace of them oh booo!! They came maybe 10 minutes later lol(their goes my lil dream of my nephews running to me as I arrive lol I open the car door and yell "HI BABIES" and both boys are sleeping UGH!! lol<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCPMIg1La-7_QB5mQzfL8WEALJoPli_c4aRxv3albv5JFeIJBUQMkkmSMWwS4oTzP1icIhU78nVv6zQnp5Qa1Wq3YlKVf29x3mk-ivSbf0MTfI6cZLhMAm3cInrrY0Cz0RuogbilNA0f1P/s1600/162949_122477001151325_100001670769675_131619_8129325_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/AVvXsEhCPMIg1La-7_QB5mQzfL8WEALJoPli_c4aRxv3albv5JFeIJBUQMkkmSMWwS4oTzP1icIhU78nVv6zQnp5Qa1Wq3YlKVf29x3mk-ivSbf0MTfI6cZLhMAm3cInrrY0Cz0RuogbilNA0f1P/s320/162949_122477001151325_100001670769675_131619_8129325_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578991045645777858" /></a>After the dramatic moments with the flights, my husband and the SEA/TAC airport lol, we got to the house and it was time for the boys to wake up so i can give them the biggest hug and kiss ever and also give them their presents. When I told dreysen to open my bag lol he looked so excited. He opened it and all i hear is COOOOOL!!! awww such a PRICELESS moment he would not stop playing with and he kept fighting with Z cause he wanted to play with the toys too.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2yv_7n4vFyFcZhkjoinqUF2Lk6bU3fCxlLACywN-zrvy9bQLMlquQb5qlBZhCV1LX-LWzg4EwXgdmq1G2pFnMGHw9HWh4ZCx2wXVQRmsTqwq3p3oevrE5JOQxd08Ioey_wsfEqGzx0oOA/s1600/166501_122476331151392_100001670769675_131596_8386165_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2yv_7n4vFyFcZhkjoinqUF2Lk6bU3fCxlLACywN-zrvy9bQLMlquQb5qlBZhCV1LX-LWzg4EwXgdmq1G2pFnMGHw9HWh4ZCx2wXVQRmsTqwq3p3oevrE5JOQxd08Ioey_wsfEqGzx0oOA/s200/166501_122476331151392_100001670769675_131596_8386165_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578633059270557106" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihgJIvyZyIldToxMaGKcY6Vj4UUKIHtntT7NAm46msQ3-zggBi2P6x_IKI8qI7MD9tWKsIfY_FRiDWpP39G_IbZsPBwuzVv08PznlR-akfxa6KfAgD5mDAPnAFjjHoR7R-bcz51waDMlhY/s1600/68199_122476397818052_100001670769675_131598_1111282_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/AVvXsEihgJIvyZyIldToxMaGKcY6Vj4UUKIHtntT7NAm46msQ3-zggBi2P6x_IKI8qI7MD9tWKsIfY_FRiDWpP39G_IbZsPBwuzVv08PznlR-akfxa6KfAgD5mDAPnAFjjHoR7R-bcz51waDMlhY/s320/68199_122476397818052_100001670769675_131598_1111282_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578633588784119186" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZWhaz3Tg7A2Kck8jwT5DaIQKd1jXUYemoX0siE2-GOt5XMUoyG99DUDQFjapay4H57T5LYngUzO1XxupOY6hz3aHXu-duLRf1s1pWs3j1pZo5Rd14zeTRvhrH4iAG0_TKqtWqmMX4GIbc/s1600/163971_122476457818046_100001670769675_131601_6403258_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/AVvXsEiZWhaz3Tg7A2Kck8jwT5DaIQKd1jXUYemoX0siE2-GOt5XMUoyG99DUDQFjapay4H57T5LYngUzO1XxupOY6hz3aHXu-duLRf1s1pWs3j1pZo5Rd14zeTRvhrH4iAG0_TKqtWqmMX4GIbc/s320/163971_122476457818046_100001670769675_131601_6403258_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578633757282053522" /></a> So the next day was Lance's brother Ben's homecoming, he arrived from the Phillipines I loved his talk, such a strong message and he added a lil humor to his talk too lol(that's like the first time in 4 or 5 months since i been to church lol) but anyways after church we went to Lance's moms grave, of course i stayed in the car and i didn't want to come out cause that was there family time you know. It was such a sad moment,I remember lance told me his mom passed away when he was a teenager and I just can't imagine losing my mother especially at such a young age. It was a such a great sunday to start my trip off.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWRkxdpfjqQl6bYH2YnrOuD_jJKIYswPXSS-CFPPHFjdVs4NNIR6jf0OeVy5WOqNRVm6D4cU9OSn0D3wtMtIyiUPzuozvCXJshbhIO5YTx9jZfZTd6-u6NuunXuYdCK9TtezbA92sCNW91/s1600/167239_122477587817933_100001670769675_131637_5886323_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/AVvXsEgWRkxdpfjqQl6bYH2YnrOuD_jJKIYswPXSS-CFPPHFjdVs4NNIR6jf0OeVy5WOqNRVm6D4cU9OSn0D3wtMtIyiUPzuozvCXJshbhIO5YTx9jZfZTd6-u6NuunXuYdCK9TtezbA92sCNW91/s320/167239_122477587817933_100001670769675_131637_5886323_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578636450910210434" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8QHYx7u-Cnb2q3WTSf4cL_n85No8KEmc_4eGfGw7RpPxPpoPz0A9D4ckaQUrw2sfaLJ3k8WiLDQs57NdLDl6dO0-m_9x3EMkWwjf8UpqrvHr_p231i9gGmPFdnv480N0v1j-L_MS1kmcP/s1600/167586_122476901151335_100001670769675_131616_8359031_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/AVvXsEg8QHYx7u-Cnb2q3WTSf4cL_n85No8KEmc_4eGfGw7RpPxPpoPz0A9D4ckaQUrw2sfaLJ3k8WiLDQs57NdLDl6dO0-m_9x3EMkWwjf8UpqrvHr_p231i9gGmPFdnv480N0v1j-L_MS1kmcP/s320/167586_122476901151335_100001670769675_131616_8359031_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578634325893357250" /></a> Monday was when my trip went down hill lol I started to get really sick sometimes i would get really hot then next minute i'm freezing my toosh and all I wanted to do was sleep I was so mad cause i couldn't spend too much time with my nephews because i was so sick. finally on thursday i asked my sister to take me to the hospital cause it felt like i was getting worse. The dr told me i had a really high fever and strep throat ugh so he told me i would have to get a shot and i'm like ok that's fine and when the nurse(he was a guy) came in he said ok pull your pants down a lil and I was like WHAT!! lol he said oh ur getting a shot in the butt lol OMG right away i asked for a female nurse hahah i was so MA lol but yea i got the shot and I got my meds and i started feeling a lil better. Being sick didn't stop me from going to play vball and basketball at open gym that the YSA and Young Marriage held lol. it was so much fun being around a different enviroment with playing sports, in Utah we always play with the same people everyday so it gets kinda boring lol. The people there are so kind and it felt like I already knew them. They crack jokes on each other lol and they just have fun, no kinda drama. They're not too competitive it's just fun but it was still some good runs in both vball and basketball which I loved. I wish I took pics with the people i met there but next time for sure I won't be so camera shy lol..<br /><br /> New Years was great their stake reserved the YMCA for the night we play vball mostly but we went swimming with the boys an hour before they closed lol at us not bringing towels NBFR! After, we had to rush to their grandma's house to say happy new year ummm let's just say our first minute of new years was spent in the car rushing to their grandmas hahaha it was fun screaming and honking at everyone HAPPY NEW YEAR hahaha lol..<br /><br /> Last but not least the last day of my trip my sister, Lance and the 2 boys took me to the Space Needle.. Seattle is so pretty, I would never move there but i love it.. After the Space Needle my sister said she saw this Omelet Place on Man vs Food show lol so we went it was a very small kinda dirty place but when we looked at everyones food it was HUGE!! lol Lance thought he could eat the biggest one but he failed lol.. it was very YUMMY!! Well thats my trip for ya sorry it's kinda long but it's a summary of a week and a half lol I enjoyed my trip and wasn't ready to leave my nephews and especially my sister, when I got back home to UTAH my sister said Z was crying for me and drey kept asking me where am I going when I said home he said he wanted to come, such a priceless moment.. I love them so much and I was happy to spend some quality time with them.. I am their #1 Aunty Prol lol luv my babies so much and can't wait to take another trip minus the delayed flights, and strep throat lol!!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibHEjWyxY0pTVmsJDEgMSm9AwtxRYlVs-rvA27KMN-yvXwgy8INiAxfnqDWQ-DN99mPRR1V5U_yIbln2h_IOgzoFPqNorMVGvENta0bq0-8SqR3a9nsVg6kVTuYClSSYa59IL9-2y2wL6l/s1600/162670_125197697545922_100001670769675_149405_7544188_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/AVvXsEibHEjWyxY0pTVmsJDEgMSm9AwtxRYlVs-rvA27KMN-yvXwgy8INiAxfnqDWQ-DN99mPRR1V5U_yIbln2h_IOgzoFPqNorMVGvENta0bq0-8SqR3a9nsVg6kVTuYClSSYa59IL9-2y2wL6l/s320/162670_125197697545922_100001670769675_149405_7544188_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578994449234462194" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2tCfX_zVNQ8gYAv8ei1FLqXJ1iUO5sygcp36bVCdEvq7bYwafAvn5uGong5efvmhIypvjLBGkWNjz1HTrDs6H_My-hglvsbuwsLIrwKaejg2Ji-qQkSq_z-MqtPVoOkUHoC_imDBB_F7x/s1600/165116_125197670879258_100001670769675_149404_566489_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/AVvXsEh2tCfX_zVNQ8gYAv8ei1FLqXJ1iUO5sygcp36bVCdEvq7bYwafAvn5uGong5efvmhIypvjLBGkWNjz1HTrDs6H_My-hglvsbuwsLIrwKaejg2Ji-qQkSq_z-MqtPVoOkUHoC_imDBB_F7x/s320/165116_125197670879258_100001670769675_149404_566489_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578994383009800402" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4bpHSAY6PRhIHHnEqPH3_8o5VaoFsF_kh7B07IsOgf5ngR1LY9HZxJXBw82QcPUwdG6A4bAHEd66z0wnhNlht2XD56uDSolKQ-N0XGYJO7pqtoIqAcUnv733doOxwv3wO1xGr2MQ9hBby/s1600/168292_125197794212579_100001670769675_149409_5201769_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/AVvXsEg4bpHSAY6PRhIHHnEqPH3_8o5VaoFsF_kh7B07IsOgf5ngR1LY9HZxJXBw82QcPUwdG6A4bAHEd66z0wnhNlht2XD56uDSolKQ-N0XGYJO7pqtoIqAcUnv733doOxwv3wO1xGr2MQ9hBby/s320/168292_125197794212579_100001670769675_149409_5201769_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578994323624665474" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzXLq8EPd0FLaDxkxZArS1i8cjDP8insAhPvT0s_UzWb1vprGcc0QGbNhgJ37RP1dRq-wKiyeECTcAslIrs6r5hTWFYIANKSTlAgdJdygro_OFPCeGe36RXqH6pTw8YYURVfi7CzbeOlmE/s1600/168812_125197660879259_100001670769675_149403_4384249_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/AVvXsEhzXLq8EPd0FLaDxkxZArS1i8cjDP8insAhPvT0s_UzWb1vprGcc0QGbNhgJ37RP1dRq-wKiyeECTcAslIrs6r5hTWFYIANKSTlAgdJdygro_OFPCeGe36RXqH6pTw8YYURVfi7CzbeOlmE/s320/168812_125197660879259_100001670769675_149403_4384249_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578994223797551890" /></a>12/13/2008http://www.blogger.com/profile/12054134881503253375noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2487481386571915038.post-55934791567644201212011-01-16T17:46:00.000-08:002011-01-16T17:57:37.775-08:00Making a Change Week 1So this past week was my first week working out and changing certain eating habits. Me and my husband got passes to Gold's Gym, as much as I didn't want to cause I always here bad things about them like there rip off and it's so expensive but as long as we are putting our money to good use and going to the gym on a daily basis i'm good with paying for it. Anyways so i've been going with my sister and we've been doing the elliptical and bike all week along with doing some of the workout classes like Zumba which i'm totally in love with and Kickboxing that kicks my butt i'm already dying after 30 min of kickboxing lol next week were gonna go swimming as well as jogging/walking lol.. <br />On the eating part i think i've been doing pretty good not good enough but i'm working on it and this week I will be a lil stricter on eating. I have been eating right after work which is around 4 or 5 than heading to the gym about 7 than head home and sleep for work, I've been cutting down on carbs and replacing them with greens I did cheat one day when I went to my cousins but I paid for it the next day at the gym lol.. so far i'm happy where i'm at I weighed my self at the beginning and next weigh in will be the weekend.. i'm weighing myself every 2 weeks. <br />I'm happy alot of my friends and family is working out too it's motivating me to keep going and i'm grateful for them and wish them the best of luck.. 2011 is the year no more BS.12/13/2008http://www.blogger.com/profile/12054134881503253375noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2487481386571915038.post-1647822701427146672011-01-13T15:15:00.001-08:002011-01-13T15:26:19.235-08:00December 13, 2010<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs767.snc4/66744_116387301760295_100001670769675_88435_4531860_n.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 250px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs767.snc4/66744_116387301760295_100001670769675_88435_4531860_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />December 13th marked me and my hubby's 2 years of being married it feels like it's been longer but I know that it just means we are going through so much and learning more about each other within these 2 years, than me thinking we would go through it in 5 lol. For our anniversary we wanted to do something special and go all out for each other but fell a lil short on the mula so i told my husband as long as our bills are paid i'm happy with that and he was fine with that too, he was a little disappointed but i'm glad we were on the same page. So everything was paid for and we ended up having enough to go out to dinner and just spend time together, so we went to Chili's and came home. I was happy that we got to do at least something rather than just sit at home and stare at each other lol not that i don't like to stare at him lol, but see what happens when you do things that you have to do rather than what you want we ended up with something we wanted. I am very grateful for my husband I don't know what I would do without him he's my better half and i look forward to the many years of headaches, fights, and being irritated lol jk.. what!! who doesn't go through that? lol i love him and any trials and tribulations we run into I know we can get through them together. Excited for more years and I can't wait to see for what the lord has in store for our lil family.12/13/2008http://www.blogger.com/profile/12054134881503253375noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2487481386571915038.post-40661494441043030012011-01-07T23:57:00.000-08:002011-01-13T16:07:20.342-08:00CHRISTMAS TIME<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs1368.snc4/164047_122473024485056_100001670769675_131534_6038483_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 320;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs1368.snc4/164047_122473024485056_100001670769675_131534_6038483_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /> This year Christmas was different usually we have our whole family but we didn't have my sister tilly and her family and both my parents it just wasn't the same without them but I still got to spend it with the rest of the family and I love it. Every year with my family we pick names cause were all older now and have jobs and we can afford buying for that person and then everyone will buy for the kids, this year our limit was $50.00. We decided to have it at my cousins Nuu's house and we would do food assignments. After we picked names and I ended up having my cousin Nu'u and dang is she hard to shop for lol.. so the weekend before christmas me and andrew decided to go to the nike outlet and see what we can get for my cousin as well as my sister cause my husband had her as his secret santa lol. As we walked into the store lo and behold my cousin nu'u and my brother martin shopping so i'm like hmm i'll just follow nu'u around and see what she likes than I'll get it once she leaves hahahaha I got lucky.. right before she left she was looking at these pants and was saying how much she loves those kind of pants and i'm like "yea! I love them too lol" so i just waited til she left and bought the pants lol i know.. I'm so sneaky lol.. but after i went and bought her these heels from target that i thought were totally cute and i knew she would love them too. <br /> When Christmas day came we went to my sisters house at 9 and watched her kids open their presents than headed over to my in laws to open their gifts. We were so tired but I loved the expressions the kids had on their face when they opened their gifts very PRICELESS. At about 1030 we head over to my cousins house for our lil christmas party.. there was so much food for how many of us were there lol, Ranch Chicken, BBQ chicken, Meatballs, Musubi's, potato salad enchiladas and some yummy guava and BTS cake that nuu made, THE BOMB!! lol. There was so many gifts and most of them were for the kids, but when it came to us opening our presents it was such a priceless moment to have our family together laughing and having fun just like always when we get together I love it hopefully next year our whole family will be there. Well after the eating I had to leave at about 1230 to make my flight to WASHINGTON to spend time with my sister. A blog is soon to come of my trip to WA.<br /><br /><center><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs1386.snc4/163840_122471354485223_100001670769675_131485_6591844_n.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 260px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs1386.snc4/163840_122471354485223_100001670769675_131485_6591844_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />Sini and Teiko opening their gifts<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs1379.snc4/163107_122472134485145_100001670769675_131507_5123792_n.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 260px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs1379.snc4/163107_122472134485145_100001670769675_131507_5123792_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />My Husbands lil brother and sister Jordan & Atu<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs739.ash1/163163_122473041151721_100001670769675_131535_2515062_n.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 275px; height: 275px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs739.ash1/163163_122473041151721_100001670769675_131535_2515062_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />My sister Nita with her New Jordan shorts<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/hs043.snc6/167345_122473091151716_100001670769675_131537_4215171_n.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 275px; height: 275px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/hs043.snc6/167345_122473091151716_100001670769675_131537_4215171_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />My Brother Martin with His Jordan sweater<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs742.ash1/163434_122473154485043_100001670769675_131539_3902483_n.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 275px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs742.ash1/163434_122473154485043_100001670769675_131539_3902483_n.jpgg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />My Husband Andrew with his COD Black Ops Video Game<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs783.ash1/167361_122473244485034_100001670769675_131542_7667332_n.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 275px; height: 275px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs783.ash1/167361_122473244485034_100001670769675_131542_7667332_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />My Brother in law Sioape with his new Jordan sweater<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs754.ash1/164514_122473387818353_100001670769675_131547_6110516_n.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 275px; height: 275px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs754.ash1/164514_122473387818353_100001670769675_131547_6110516_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />My brother Phoenix with his KSWISS's<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/hs014.snc6/166411_122473424485016_100001670769675_131548_3202301_n.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 275px; height: 275px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/hs014.snc6/166411_122473424485016_100001670769675_131548_3202301_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />Lil Brother Rex and his Nintendo DS<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs773.ash1/166311_122473461151679_100001670769675_131549_272763_n.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 275px; height: 275px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs773.ash1/166311_122473461151679_100001670769675_131549_272763_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />Li'i and his new shoes from his mama<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/hs038.snc6/166882_122473517818340_100001670769675_131551_4588309_n.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 275px; height: 275px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/hs038.snc6/166882_122473517818340_100001670769675_131551_4588309_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />Sini's clothes from me and her uncle andrew<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs1371.snc4/164328_122473904484968_100001670769675_131564_4587181_n.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 275px; height: 275px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs1371.snc4/164328_122473904484968_100001670769675_131564_4587181_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/hs047.snc6/167748_122474024484956_100001670769675_131568_3049274_n.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 275px; height: 275px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/hs047.snc6/167748_122474024484956_100001670769675_131568_3049274_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />Nuu's present to herself, it was wrapped and everything lol <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs692.snc4/63265_122474124484946_100001670769675_131571_360708_n.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 275px; height: 275px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs692.snc4/63265_122474124484946_100001670769675_131571_360708_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />BTS & GUAVA CAKE YUMMY!!</center>12/13/2008http://www.blogger.com/profile/12054134881503253375noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2487481386571915038.post-2949567630229516652010-09-24T19:20:00.000-07:002010-09-25T04:19:09.950-07:00RUGBY..A MANS SPORT PSH!!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinX6GojMTFKVzQW7bbgy4l_xhFEWt5C1tx1FbvrAJsbp8wlzSRMuLtV-eMYVe-6ZN5Z-AywLpAC-KTONNN_EvGDfR784Z9Y34StwGI6r8bk3nInpKXdN4WvxyPgZ18bHC3nMoRCygjjcg8/s1600/rugby.jpg"><img style="text-align: center;float: right; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinX6GojMTFKVzQW7bbgy4l_xhFEWt5C1tx1FbvrAJsbp8wlzSRMuLtV-eMYVe-6ZN5Z-AywLpAC-KTONNN_EvGDfR784Z9Y34StwGI6r8bk3nInpKXdN4WvxyPgZ18bHC3nMoRCygjjcg8/s320/rugby.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520671523608140146" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px; "><p class="yiv1029119219MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; display: block; "></p><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; line-height: 16px; "><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Earlier this year I got the chance to try a new sport, the game of RUGBY. I was so not into playing sports like this in high school or even after college cause it looked so brutal people getting hit in the mouth and breaking teeth, Breaking bones, getting hurt and even death!! I'm so not into those kind of sports lol, but tackling people made me think of it as a good stress reliever not like hurting them but just playing the game. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; line-height: 16px; ">I was kind of tired of always playing volleyball playing the same people everyday and wanted something new, so I decided to </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; line-height: 16px; ">go and </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; line-height: 16px; ">run </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; line-height: 16px; ">with </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; line-height: 16px; ">a team </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; line-height: 16px; ">called the <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span">UTAH PINK PANTHERS </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; font-size: small;">just so I could start getting in shape and running cause the fatness was not the business especially when it's hella hot lol the only down fall was getting hella dark but I risked that chance especially for this lol!!</span></span></b></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; line-height: 16px; "><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicmdj-rgISpGoJpNSi53BdHNZnikc_5TKEQZfNGWU6xPrVQQXrWENlsGwHn72sl1BPzRvJz9i8IC2rYyOE_hIK9xha1uTLiGcG9NDLYEbcPJ5SrFzJOedSPSVNHyTdzEtRvKeR6X2nhzZf/s1600/UPP.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 245px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicmdj-rgISpGoJpNSi53BdHNZnikc_5TKEQZfNGWU6xPrVQQXrWENlsGwHn72sl1BPzRvJz9i8IC2rYyOE_hIK9xha1uTLiGcG9NDLYEbcPJ5SrFzJOedSPSVNHyTdzEtRvKeR6X2nhzZf/s320/UPP.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520681696214301218" /></a></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; line-height: 16px; ">After a week of running with the team I started falling in love with the sport and decided to join the team " I was officially a PINK PANTHER" I didn't know very many people on the team but I didn't want that to hold me back from playing and being active, plus my husband would always tell me to go make friends lol. </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; ">After that first week of playing we were offered to play an experienced team from provo called the <span class="Apple-style-span">PROVO LADY STEELERS </span>I remember watching them play at last years Tongan festival vs the SLUGS after my grass volleyball tournament I did laugh a lil bit when I saw girls playing </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; line-height: 16px; ">saying how crazy they are and it's a man's sport but you know now that I have been playing It sure isn't when I went up to provo with a couple other girls we were combining with some of the college teams but I was so nervous to play I had to pee every 5 minutes lol(consider that I just started that same week lol) but after I got my first hit I was ready for some more action lol, more teams were formed in the Salt Lake area and it was so exciting I had family members playing on other teams and was so ready to kick some butt other teams that were formed was <span class="Apple-style-span"> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">AMAKA,<span class="Apple-style-span"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span">LADY LIONS</span><span class="Apple-style-span">, </span><span class="Apple-style-span">SPARTANS</span><span class="Apple-style-span">, MAJESTICS <span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">and</span></span> UPP</span></span></span>. The women on my team and the other teams play hard and that's why I love it everyones playing to WIN no kind of fighting like the mens do and we act like ladies (well some don't but majority do lol) I think it actually brought the polynesian community closer together and it's great cause there's so many different Poly cultures in UTAH.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; line-height: 16px; white-space: pre; "> <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px; "><p class="yiv1029119219MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; display: block; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; line-height: 16px; "><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZtrhDyRi8B3t_I2bFAPBw0NqUK3pfBzVDeD_tU3Lf3gwf_n3lkuYNBMpnkXZ6SBfTaGzShQzVHB8ZyA3nfqN1DoRk8lnjYkQy_s6GX09rWo6utMQxs2WToTEMvYkVm_RXmPj11TEeYAFc/s1600/UPP2.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 246px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZtrhDyRi8B3t_I2bFAPBw0NqUK3pfBzVDeD_tU3Lf3gwf_n3lkuYNBMpnkXZ6SBfTaGzShQzVHB8ZyA3nfqN1DoRk8lnjYkQy_s6GX09rWo6utMQxs2WToTEMvYkVm_RXmPj11TEeYAFc/s320/UPP2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520681945196561634" /></a><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Playing with the UTAH PINK PANTHERS...</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; line-height: 16px; ">WOW!! what can I say about this group of ladies they have taught me so much in these past couple months that I could've never thought I could see in myself I love the girls on my team there are my sisters and I would do anything for them. I had the honor in being the team captain and it wasn't easy different opinions and backgrounds these ladies have is what taught me patience and view others point of view rather than my own. Some were very competitive and would get very aggressive to a point where they take it as their responsibility to win the game for our team. Then there were others who just wanted to play and have fun but WINNING would be a bonus but every game I always here "IT'S FOR THE LOVE OF RUGBY" I can say I'm a bit of both I try my best to win and find ways to work together as a team to win and also yell to motivate others to play better!! That was my #1 goal as captain was to make sure I didn't put anyone down and motivate them to the best of my ability. I had help from other girls as well they are all awesome and I can't wait for next summer when our team is back in affect.. I love this sport and anyone that say's this is a MAN's SPORT PSHHH! come out and play the womens teams and we'll show you that women<b> CAN </b>play HOORAH!! NBFR.. I love my team they are like my second family we may have problems but who doesn't it only makes us stronger!!</span></p></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEY_GkqYfWWc_ESgfaBfPduxLnvM7tm2_Rd6rN34IT-waf-wplZ0hnYc5VgvWwTRK_rjyrY3g_3MHhY7stozC-wmB4uJ6Fs9HoFrkhbx_XTy-ucU0IQMIqeyyqxgUjYcc_VZZ-vf4i1Xq6/s1600/team+pic.jpg"><img style="" 0="" 10px="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEY_GkqYfWWc_ESgfaBfPduxLnvM7tm2_Rd6rN34IT-waf-wplZ0hnYc5VgvWwTRK_rjyrY3g_3MHhY7stozC-wmB4uJ6Fs9HoFrkhbx_XTy-ucU0IQMIqeyyqxgUjYcc_VZZ-vf4i1Xq6/s400/team+pic.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520801396605487666" /></a></div></div>12/13/2008http://www.blogger.com/profile/12054134881503253375noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2487481386571915038.post-59626701427086603902010-09-23T15:10:00.000-07:002010-09-23T16:00:49.465-07:00KEEPING THE FAITH<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhP7RsvRc_wFHkS7BtdyxLQewcj4nQULNIodDd-KdHTOcDohMXbLpFYUwmoH1C2soeFT5RhlWXzPf2Oa3d24lUt2SgzMn47id4lWkTb5MOaKOrep6ADQ52OQdE7M-2nyiSOxSsiaLDXIYO9/s1600/protecting-hands.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 211px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhP7RsvRc_wFHkS7BtdyxLQewcj4nQULNIodDd-KdHTOcDohMXbLpFYUwmoH1C2soeFT5RhlWXzPf2Oa3d24lUt2SgzMn47id4lWkTb5MOaKOrep6ADQ52OQdE7M-2nyiSOxSsiaLDXIYO9/s320/protecting-hands.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520237269667601122" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px; "><p class="yiv617326859MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; display: block; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; line-height: normal;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; line-height: 16px; ">I've been married for almost 2 years and I love being married but i'm so ready to be a mother. I love every bit of it even though I haven't experienced it personally but I watch my sisters and other family members raise their children and I can't explain the feeling that I feel inside.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; line-height: 16px; ">Sometimes I get frustrated with myself asking why why why, what are we doing wrong? and it brings me to tears. </span></p><p class="yiv617326859MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; display: block; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; line-height: 16px; "></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; line-height: 16px; "><b>WHEN IS IT MY TURN?</b></span></p><p class="yiv617326859MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; display: block; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; line-height: 16px; "> At one time it got worse crying all the time, depressed and not caring for anything. During conference weekend me, my sisters and mom went to the General Relief Society Meeting during conference weekend October 2009( yes I went to the meeting lol) but I'm glad I did, there was a talk by a woman named Barbara Thompson She spoke about how we doubt god when thing don't turn out the way they want it. She also talked about her life as well.</span></p><p class="yiv617326859MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; display: block; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; line-height: 16px; "><br /></span></p><p class="yiv617326859MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; display: block; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; line-height: 16px; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"</span></b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Arial Unicode MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 17px; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">When I left high school, my goals were to attend college for at least a couple of years, get married to a handsome man, and have four perfect, beautiful children (two boys and two girls). My husband was to have a large income so I wouldn’t need to work, and then I planned to do Church and community service. Thankfully, one of my goals was to be an active and faithful member of the Church.</span></b></span></p></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Arial Unicode MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: medium; "><p style="line-height: 1.2em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0.25em; padding-bottom: 0.5em; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Well, as you may know, many of my goals were not realized in the way I had hoped. I finished college, served a mission, got a job, continued on with my schooling to earn a master’s degree, and continued working in my profession for many years. (I thought marriage was sure to happen 13 years ago when I opened a fortune cookie and read, “You will be married in less than a year.”) But there was no handsome man, no marriage, and no children. Nothing had gone as I had planned except for one thing. I tried to be an active and faithful member of the Church. For this I am most grateful. It has made all the difference in my life.</span></b></p><p style="line-height: 1.2em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0.25em; padding-bottom: 0.5em; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I had the opportunity to serve many years in Young Women and felt that gave me an opportunity to teach and testify to younger women who were developing their testimonies and seeking to progress in God’s appointed way.</span></b></p><p style="line-height: 1.2em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0.25em; padding-bottom: 0.5em; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I also had the opportunity to serve in Relief Society callings, which helped me to learn to serve others and increase my faith and gave me a great feeling of belonging. Even though I wasn’t married and had no children, I felt my life had meaning. There were times of discouragement, and at times I questioned the plan.</span></b></p><p style="line-height: 1.2em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0.25em; padding-bottom: 0.5em; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">One work colleague who was not a member of our Church said to me, “Why do you continue to go to a church that puts so much emphasis on marriage and families?” My simple answer to her was, “Because it is true!” I can be just as single and just as childless outside of the Church. But with the Church and gospel of Jesus Christ in my life, I found happiness and I knew I was on the path the Savior would have me follow. I found joy and many opportunities to serve, to love, and to grow.</span></b></p><p style="line-height: 1.2em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0.25em; padding-bottom: 0.5em; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Remember, it’s not just what you get out of active participation in Relief Society but what you can give and contribute as well.</span></b></p><p style="text-align: center;line-height: 1.2em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0.25em; padding-bottom: 0.5em; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><b>“comfort the weary and strengthen the weak.”</b></span></span></p><p style="font-size: 0.9em; line-height: 1.2em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0.25em; padding-bottom: 0.5em; ">I got so teary during her talk and I looked over and my 2 sisters were teary eyed too lol.. I love this gospel it works in the strangest ways but in the end I always get my answer. I do things in my life that don't reflect my religion but I truly do believe in his teachings. My parents taught me, my brothers and sisters to the best of their ability and I love them for teaching me about this gospel. I luv my family no matter how small or how big we are we will be strong and keep living life to the fullest.. We will have faith that one day we will be blessed with a lil one of our own as long as we live if not we will not doubt his plan for us, Love christ never doubt!!</p></span>12/13/2008http://www.blogger.com/profile/12054134881503253375noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2487481386571915038.post-7106133097487495912010-09-11T10:38:00.001-07:002010-09-11T11:19:59.716-07:00Why Did I Get Married?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgK764RNsyunhjD3L2DQPkYylSf657mtlPsujgPg9xR_yhxC1GqRvSi6Olk6d-9e5HX4X-fj3riPcoRhvKv2GErdVUk6VhF5zNBokigpE_VxXdNyFo0XA4nhnl70AdF55GuxWIimGzVYm-C/s1600/Why-Did-I-Get-Married-Poster-.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/AVvXsEgK764RNsyunhjD3L2DQPkYylSf657mtlPsujgPg9xR_yhxC1GqRvSi6Olk6d-9e5HX4X-fj3riPcoRhvKv2GErdVUk6VhF5zNBokigpE_VxXdNyFo0XA4nhnl70AdF55GuxWIimGzVYm-C/s320/Why-Did-I-Get-Married-Poster-.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515721750633604914" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">So I just recently watched Why did I get Married & Why did I get Married Too.. Luv both movies and it made me think Why did I get Married? When Me and my husband decided to get married it was after a year of dating it was so last minute and plus parents were pushing us to get married cause we lived together. I loved him but at the time I know I wasn't ready but honestly when are you ready? The first couple months were rough with the typical fights and stresses on bills and things that really don't matter. What an experience it was those first couple months and after that I was ready to give up!! Can you believe that? after a couple months!! WTF!! I could be home in my own room, don't have to clean up after anyone, shop and spend as much money as I want and go in and out the house whenever.. WHY DID I GET MARRIED?</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">1- My Husband is the best Role model for me and our future children, I'm a serious person when it comes down to getting things done, he brings out the lil girl who just wants to have fun in me and I love it..</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">2-Being alone sucks.. I love cuddling and just laying in bed watching TV with my hubby next to me.. and waking up everyday to the man I'm in love with..</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">3- My love for my husband is so unconditional, I can't imagine my self without him.. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">4- Loves how he's so protective over me. He makes me feel like a queen.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">5- As fat as I say I am haha lol!! He loves the rolls and chubbyness lol he always tells me i'm my worst critic..</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">6- He loves my family</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">7 - He makes me laugh 24/7 literally every day lol </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">8- My weaknesses are his strengths.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">9- He's my Superman</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">10- I love him to death, can't live without him he is my rock and he's what keeps me down to earth and always loving life. I love every minute of being married and sharing it with the love of my life.. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Why did I get married.. So many answers to this question but I know I made the best decision for me in marrying my soul mate ANDREW DEAN POTEKI. Everyone has there weaknesses why should I punish myself and someone I love from being so selfish.. It's not an easy road but i'm willing to drive through that road and go over every speed bump and stop signs with my husband by my side.. luvn my hubby long time til eternity..</span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFOhrkRAmSzjrQ2Uxai4dqreD5rbkGqj0KQHuwIL0v6wTO3xsigvqiizrRixzOG7RoYRwpTjMvJi4Q6MHH9lxYGeMwIe3q95jIOGjtiRBjPgF0nfmHTuSiV8DQP7qhGhSXkE-Oq3B7aVw5/s1600/poteki.jpg"><img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFOhrkRAmSzjrQ2Uxai4dqreD5rbkGqj0KQHuwIL0v6wTO3xsigvqiizrRixzOG7RoYRwpTjMvJi4Q6MHH9lxYGeMwIe3q95jIOGjtiRBjPgF0nfmHTuSiV8DQP7qhGhSXkE-Oq3B7aVw5/s320/poteki.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515721757571793682" /></a>12/13/2008http://www.blogger.com/profile/12054134881503253375noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2487481386571915038.post-64293887146564416922010-08-30T20:47:00.000-07:002010-09-12T02:23:11.626-07:00Daddy's Lil Girls<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjweuUgmhNm84IWZO8Uu3VaDJOWhVcTp7sUUZYgyLxQ1Ns_nRzOWqOaUofOH9wac6p55ACLJ9de8ipvp-sPd7rzXp9cbZurXh2_4YGQ-5J9-nWPyhktuCOOVUO2PMKF700vH24vtMQv92JZ/s1600/dad+and+girls.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 274px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjweuUgmhNm84IWZO8Uu3VaDJOWhVcTp7sUUZYgyLxQ1Ns_nRzOWqOaUofOH9wac6p55ACLJ9de8ipvp-sPd7rzXp9cbZurXh2_4YGQ-5J9-nWPyhktuCOOVUO2PMKF700vH24vtMQv92JZ/s320/dad+and+girls.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515954293322455202" /></a><br />Words can't express the luv i have 4 my dad <div style="text-align: center;"><b>******Rex Lee Alo Sr</b>. ******</div><div>He's the hardest working man i have seen in my life and i'm so honored to have him as my dad. He's very sick struggling with bad kidneys to where he goes to dialysis 3 times a week and still works when he's not suppose to.. he's so strong and I admire him so much for everything he does for us.. I don't know how many times I've taken him for granted and now that i'm getting older i'm realizing that he's not always gonna be there to hold my hand or bail me out of jail lol.. I don't know how many times he stays up all night to get my ass out of jail(excuse the swear word lol) trying to get money together.. I love him for the person he is: Loving, Caring, and soo funny the biggest fob i know lol.. I swear this man fobs out so much it's so hilarious and when we were all in high school and playing sports he would be at every game screaming and cheering for us and my mom is sitting on the other side of the gym cause he's so loud hahah lol.. and until this day he still is at everything my rugby games volleyball tourney's me and my sisters play in.. I couldn't say anything bad about my dad he's never done anything wrong but love his family unconditionally what more can I ask for as his daughter.. I pray n hope one day he will get better so that he can live a full and healthy life so that my kids will be able to grow up and know the g-pa and be just like him.. Luv you daddy!!</div>12/13/2008http://www.blogger.com/profile/12054134881503253375noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2487481386571915038.post-36124889052749277102010-07-30T22:43:00.000-07:002010-08-23T19:19:32.301-07:00**Sweet Joys**<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijd41z0nYEeGQGQ2pt-DOJ20DNEX32uh9K5xUWWr6zDgSpcLTK0505pA0FvCtWM_Gk8dkF0GNEXX1RwNASjvb3ux8qgwoPncVtZHR2357WrilCgMgfbakfDpZZQEQlxesYYmeBC1v_1VFi/s1600/brats.bmp"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 175px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijd41z0nYEeGQGQ2pt-DOJ20DNEX32uh9K5xUWWr6zDgSpcLTK0505pA0FvCtWM_Gk8dkF0GNEXX1RwNASjvb3ux8qgwoPncVtZHR2357WrilCgMgfbakfDpZZQEQlxesYYmeBC1v_1VFi/s400/brats.bmp" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508790302595715762" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(34, 34, 34); line-height: 18px; font-family:Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">In the past 5 years I've beenblessed to be an aunt/2nd mom lol to the most rowdiest kids ever hahah jk.What an experience to have these kids in my life it's doesn't beat being an actual mother but having little experiences here and there of motherhood prepares me for my future babies and excites me to start our little family.</span></span><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">Other than my husband my nephews and niece is what keeps me strong. I love watching them grow from infants to little boys/ girls running around the house, crying for nothing, eating everything on the floor and I can go on and on lol.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">These kids have such a big part of my heart no matter how much their mommy and daddy tell me to leave them and let them cry after they get a little tap tap lol I can't bare to see them cry so of course </span></span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">AUNTIE PEARL</span></span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"> comes to the rescue and saves the day and treats them to some MC'd's or junk food lol but I want to be the kind of aunt that when they grow up they can talk to me about anything. I look forward to the many years to come for my niece and nephews and the more of them to come in the future along my little babies.</span></span></div><div><div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><br /></span></span></div><div><div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">I love my lil rugrats:</span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">Brayden Taeao Alo</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">Dreysen Lee Esitielu Afuvai</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">Makasini Tanumia Fonua</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">Zeland Tali Afuvai</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">Teiko Fonua.</span></span></div></div></div></div></div></div></span>12/13/2008http://www.blogger.com/profile/12054134881503253375noreply@blogger.com2