tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33079679390769381172024-03-13T01:47:43.561-10:00my journey to forevernikkihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10728938574048876337noreply@blogger.comBlogger75125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3307967939076938117.post-28453002838872532582011-11-30T22:49:00.002-10:002011-12-01T01:27:16.665-10:00I've been to paradise ... but I've never been to me<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'; "><div>Its late ... I am dehydrated and not just physically.</div><div>Im spiritually dehydrated </div><div>and an emotional wreck.</div><div><br /></div><div>And the words to this song came to my mind and its soooo very weird because I haven't heard this song for almost 30 years. My mother must have loved it and played it over and over again on her record player because it is etched into me. Don't analyze the lyrics too much. Its the overall message that was speaking to me tonight. </div><div><br /></div><div>Tonight I had a conversation with someone who is very important to me. She challenged me to think about the way I am living my life right now. Its unhappy and unauthentic. Thats when this song began speaking to me ... maybe no one else will get its message tonight but me. </div><div>And thats ok.</div><div><br /></div><i>Hey lady, you lady, cursing at your life<br />You're a discontented mother and a regimented wife<br />I've no doubt you dream about the things you'll never do<br />But, I wish someone had talked to me<br />Like I wanna talk to you.....<br /><br />Oh, I've been to Georgia and California and anywhere I could run<br />I took the hand of a preacher man and we made love in the sun<br />But I ran out of places and friendly faces because I had to be free<br /></i><b><i>I've been to paradise but I've never been to me<br /></i></b><i><br />Please lady, please lady, don't just walk away<br />'Cause I have this need to tell you why I'm all alone today<br />I can see so much of me still living in your eyes<br />Won't you share a part of a </i><b><i>weary heart that has lived a million lies....</i></b></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman';"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">(it continues on but you probably get the point). </span></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">Im am tired</span></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">Im tired of living a million lies</span></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">of not knowing what it is that I want and being mad at other people for that</span></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">I want to be happy</span></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">I want to be happy</span></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">I will be happy</span></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">Because I owe it to myself</span></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">and my children</span></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">and my future self.</span></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">And the way to be happy is to </span><i>BE TRUE</i></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">to yourself</span></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">and <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;">you can't be true to yourself if you don't know</span></span></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;">yourself</span></span></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">So Im going to be doing some digging </span></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">Im sure it will be a painful process.</span></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">But its necessary.</span></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">And Its time.</span></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'; "><br /></span></div>nikkihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10728938574048876337noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3307967939076938117.post-61135019688851872922011-11-27T00:58:00.002-10:002011-11-27T01:00:28.745-10:00Lately ...<!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal">I’ve been miserable lately.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Maybe even for years.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Probably 6 years 9 months 17 days<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>and 9hours to be exact.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I have tried to be strong. I have tried to think ahead and have an eternal perspective.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>But sometimes the “text book” answer just doesn’t cut it anymore and all the answers just sound cliche'.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>All I want is to feel his warm arms around me, and hear his voice tell me everything’s going to be ok.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>But his arms are cold and his voice is still, and as much as I beg the heavens to whisper to me, I still feel so very alone.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span></p> <!--EndFragment-->nikkihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10728938574048876337noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3307967939076938117.post-34981669292452389382010-11-09T11:44:00.000-10:002010-11-09T11:48:01.023-10:00new blog!<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:100%;color:#6F3C1B;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"><div>Our new blog:)</div><div><br /></div>http://mozofamily.tumblr.com/</span></span>nikkihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10728938574048876337noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3307967939076938117.post-17131008569706915932010-10-29T09:20:00.002-10:002010-10-29T09:28:35.389-10:00Missing Makana ....<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/TMse8ESJrlI/AAAAAAAAAoU/64pcvO2lVu8/s1600/IMG_5066.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 278px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/TMse8ESJrlI/AAAAAAAAAoU/64pcvO2lVu8/s400/IMG_5066.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533550584445644370" /></a>My son has been gone for 53 days now. Although he was buggin me like crazy, I just want to publicly declare that I miss him. I guess thats the way love is. You always appreciate those you love a lot more when they are gone. I hope he is missing us and loving us more too. Just look at him, he's got mischief written all over his cute smile ....... He will be back November 18th and hopefully my big brother will come back with him. He's never been to Hawaii so I am keeping my fingers crossed. Although I have 6 siblings, my brother Paul is my only sibling that shares the same Dad (yes a long story worthy of a soap opera). Anyway, I just love him and hope he comes to Hawaii. I know he will love it here and wont want to go home. That works for me!nikkihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10728938574048876337noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3307967939076938117.post-41825667120770001502010-08-12T11:19:00.002-10:002010-08-12T11:26:09.562-10:00Baby time ....<div>Meet my nephew. His name is Decius. He is cute! He is the reason I have not blogged lately (at least that is my story and Im sticking to it). I mean, wouldn't you rather play with him all day too? My mum and sister are visiting me till Friday the 20th. We are shopping and talking and playing and going to the beach and more shopping. Its fun. Maybe I will log on after that.</div><div>Love you guys, Nikki.</div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/TGRl-b7f2rI/AAAAAAAAAoE/LbzYXdJS8iY/s1600/IMG_0632.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/TGRl-b7f2rI/AAAAAAAAAoE/LbzYXdJS8iY/s400/IMG_0632.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504636767877192370" /></a><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span></span><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Anela, Me, Decius and Yani.</div>nikkihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10728938574048876337noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3307967939076938117.post-89570805183556236692010-07-03T16:58:00.009-10:002011-02-09T22:25:51.138-10:00Remembering .... February 9, 2005.<div><p class="MsoNormal">The alarm went off at 6:50am.<span> </span>Jon had set it as usual.<span> </span>It was the same alarm clock he had been given as a present from his parents for graduating from high school. It had been with us every day of our marriage and frankly, it was not my friend!<span> </span>He simply asked, “Hun, can you get it?”.<span> </span>We had just moved, three days earlier into his brother’s house.<span> </span>Our home was going to be lifted and another story put underneath, so we were sleeping on a bunk bed.<span> </span>When we went to sleep the night before, he was with me.<span> </span>But, as I got up to turn off the alarm, he had been replaced with a child. Anela was in bed with me, and he was on the top bunk.<span> </span>Ironic when I think of it now.<span> </span>I turned the alarm off and went back to bed.<span> </span>I had never been a morning person.<span> </span>Jon was.<span> </span>He got up and was in an especially excited mood.<span> </span>Ecstatic almost.<span> </span>He put in a new DVD he had picked up somewhere.<span> </span>It was of some surfers at Teahupoo and one of the surfers had survived a really gnarly wipeout.<span></span>This got Jon pumped up.<span> </span>He got the kids ready for school and I asked him to pick them up because I was going to go to swap meet.<span> </span>He agreed, yet for some reason I gave Makana the house key and told him just in case, to walk home.<span> </span>He had to use the key that day.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal">We had had a nice last evening together.<span> </span>We had been working so hard to get the house all packed up in preparation for the build.<span> </span>Jon had worked long hours the days before and we were finally resting in bed.<span> </span>He started kissing me and I smiled.<span> </span>I told him I had not talked to him for so long and I missed him.<span> </span>I asked him if we could talk.<span> </span>“How long do we have to talk?” I smiled again and kissed him back, “not long I said” before I understood his desire and kissed him back into the darkness of the night.<span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal">When I was driving home from swap meet, I got a phone call.<span> </span>Where’s Uncle Jon?<span> </span>It was one of the teenagers we had at our house frequently.<span> </span>He’s at the beach I told her.<span> </span>She said that there had been a photographer hurt at Pipeline and it might be him.<span> </span>I assured her that it was not and that he was fine.<span> </span>I kept driving home; I had about another 20 minutes to go.<span> </span>My mind was racing over this information.<span> </span>I had been trying to call Jon for the last couple hours but he was not picking up.<span> </span>I called his brother Allen who had been at the beach with him all day.<span> </span>He answered.<span> </span>His voice was shaky.<span> </span>He said he didn’t know if it was Jon or what was going on.<span> </span>I got off the phone.<span> </span>I needed more information.<span> </span>I dialed 411 for the number to Kahuku Hospital.<span> </span>My phone was dying.<span> </span>The idiots on the other end said there was no Kahuku Hospital.<span> </span>I was loosing reception.<span> </span>Finally I got the number and called the hospital.<span> </span>I thought that a simple phone call would clear this all up and I wouldn’t need to worry.<span> </span>I had no idea what would happen in the next few hours, days, weeks, months, and now years.<span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal">“Your husband is here”.<span> </span>Not what I was expecting to hear.<span> </span>“You need to get here as soon as you can but drive safely”.<span> </span>I was already driving.<span> </span>The bendy roads on the windward side went on and on forever.<span> </span>My body started to tingle.<span> </span>Like the circulation to it had stopped, literally like my heart had stopped pumping it through my body.<span> </span>I had been to Kahuku Hospital before not knowing what I would find when I got there.<span> </span>I was lucky that time.<span> </span>When I arrived, I saw that the shark had left all Jon’s body parts in tact and the 100 or so stitches were a welcome relief.<span></span>It meant there was life there to save.<span> </span>But that time they had cleared him out of Kahuku hospital as quickly as they could.<span> </span>I thought about this as I was winding the roads to get to him.<span> </span>What does this mean?<span> </span>Either it is not serious at all, or it is too late.<span> </span>My body tingled some more.<span> </span>I thought of my husband on a hospital bed and I said to God, “It’s all or nothing”.<span> </span>I knew that Jon could not live a restricted life, void of the things he loved to do. <span> </span>Little did I know when I was bargaining with God, he had already closed the deal.</p></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 87px; height: 130px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/TC_6-D6kAXI/AAAAAAAAAn0/DF30ichHY-w/s400/30076_1370535056337_1020542429_1130875_4164045_s.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489882414897693042" /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/TC_6-VzP7tI/AAAAAAAAAn8/oymlDGXqlss/s1600/36345_137681246246521_100000139391517_437482_922743_s.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 87px; height: 130px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/TC_6-VzP7tI/AAAAAAAAAn8/oymlDGXqlss/s400/36345_137681246246521_100000139391517_437482_922743_s.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489882419698855634" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Jon</div><div style="text-align: center;">we will always miss you ... </div><div style="text-align: center;">until we are together again </div><!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <!--EndFragment-->nikkihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10728938574048876337noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3307967939076938117.post-57332417471055903312010-06-24T08:09:00.007-10:002010-06-24T09:18:16.152-10:00On being needed ....<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">This summer has been strange!!</span> First of all, Ariana left on a trip to the mainland for 5 weeks.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">So far she has travelled to Washington State, Idaho and Utah. She is now in Washington DC and is going to spend time on a lake in Virginia and in Maryland and Pennyslvania and who knows where else? She is with her grandma (we call her Lola) and her cousins Kyra and Drake.</span><div>She is having a great time but I have never been apart from her for this long and she makes me laugh every day. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC0000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">I need her .....</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC0000;"><br /></span></span></div><div>Then last week, Anela's friends family (Krebs) announced they were going on a trip to the mainland (California, Arizona, Utah) and could they pleeeeeeaaaaasssssssseeeee take her with them. They were leaving in two days and would be coming back near the end of July. Anela and I talked about it that night. I told her that she might be sad and miss me and she couldn't ruin their trip. We went to sleep that night in my bed and I was holding her little hand (as I often do at night when we sleep). She woke up the next morning and proclaimed, "I made a decision" Im going on the trip. She got out of bed, packed her little bag and was gone the next day. But she is the one that gives me all my hugs and kisses and tells me I'm the best almost everyday.</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC0000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">I need her .............</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC0000;"><br /></span></span></div><div>My Son, Makana started working full time. Of course, it is a good thing and he has a good job working construction. But he has to be at the job site by 7 am and he comes home at all times. Sometimes because he stops to surf before dark and sometimes because he stops to see his girlfriend. He is soooo tired after work and surf that he comes home and sleeps. So, I feel like I have not seen him forever. I told him last week, that He is the person in this world I have spent the most time with. More than my mother, and siblings. Even more than his father. And because of that I feel an unusual connection to him. Like he was sent to me to be that person and I haven't seen him lately. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC0000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">I need him .....</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC0000;"><br /></span></span></div><div>And so, my summer has been strange. HOW I LOVE THE AGE 15. Why? because you do not have a drivers license yet. Yes! Somebody needs me for something. I am ok with the fact that I may only be needed for my drivers license. I dont even care. I have been spending my days with this girl....</div></div><div><br /></div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/TCOmNJxauCI/AAAAAAAAAnk/LNAz2IJmsq8/s1600/IMG_4056a.jpg"><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/TCOmNJxauCI/AAAAAAAAAnk/LNAz2IJmsq8/s400/IMG_4056a.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486411515959097378" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /></a>and since they are glued at the hip ..... with this boy too!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/TCOuuAgMb_I/AAAAAAAAAns/1f5snFo_Fbw/s1600/IMG_4218.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/TCOuuAgMb_I/AAAAAAAAAns/1f5snFo_Fbw/s400/IMG_4218.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486420876499644402" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/TCOmMjmfJCI/AAAAAAAAAnc/J_Fhb8H-pFA/s1600/IMG_4210.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/TCOmMjmfJCI/AAAAAAAAAnc/J_Fhb8H-pFA/s400/IMG_4210.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486411505712702498" /></a>We have been going to places like this ..... (Sandy Beach twice this week)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/TCOkQA9zVXI/AAAAAAAAAnU/sCfG8Drnut0/s1600/IMG_4185.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/TCOkQA9zVXI/AAAAAAAAAnU/sCfG8Drnut0/s400/IMG_4185.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486409366111475058" /></a>and this .... (Scenic Lookout)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/TCOkPNt7_wI/AAAAAAAAAnM/GvaMZLzgtG0/s1600/IMG_4263.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/TCOkPNt7_wI/AAAAAAAAAnM/GvaMZLzgtG0/s400/IMG_4263.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486409352354725634" /></a>When we got back last night around 11ish (from taking jack home) Amber expressed her thanks for always driving them places. I thought about how our days are numbered. We don't know how many more times we get to drive them, or talk to them, or cook for them, or laugh with them, or watch a movie with them .....<br />So for all those moments I get to spend with the one girl that needs me this one last summer, I am here for you. Next summer, you will have your license and you wont need me anymore. You will be off running around the island sucking the life out of every day. So for now, I will drive where you want me to drive. Because I get to be with you. And Because I have learned something in this life ... you never know how long things last. And <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC0000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">I will treasure each moment I am still needed by you.</span></span>nikkihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10728938574048876337noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3307967939076938117.post-16579042801923986642010-06-12T12:03:00.019-10:002010-06-12T14:39:19.484-10:00Major Update for the month of MAY!!<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6666CC;">A few days ago I found myself disappointed when I checked my friends blogs and no one had updated. No new news to read about .... how rude I thought! Then I realized that I was not doing my part in the circle of blogging friends. So here is an update on the past month of my life. May was a very full and fun (and slightly stressful) month. I finished up my classes in early May, then this is what came next .....</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">MOTHERS DAY!</span></div><div><br /></div><div>In the past few years, this has been a very tough day for me. Husbands play a big part in it. But this year my girls were so thoughtful. I got up, and when I came back to my room I found these notes on my bed. Each child had written something they were thankful for and such sweet love notes.</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/TBQdk2vMENI/AAAAAAAAAnE/RDA4Qvzns6k/s1600/IMG_1347.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/TBQdk2vMENI/AAAAAAAAAnE/RDA4Qvzns6k/s400/IMG_1347.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482039165422670034" /></a>And I got a beautiful photo of my kids taken by Mark Lee <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small; color: rgb(34, 136, 34); line-height: 15px; "><b>holladayphoto</b>.blogspot.com</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, sans-serif;color:#228822;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; line-height: 15px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;">I hadn't seen this photo before so it was a nice surprise and they look so gorgeous and grown up (sniff, sniff)</span><br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/TBQdQ1cnhpI/AAAAAAAAAm8/kNpmHUSg6l0/s1600/IMG_1386.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/TBQdQ1cnhpI/AAAAAAAAAm8/kNpmHUSg6l0/s400/IMG_1386.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482038821478958738" /></a><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Another love note with from my beautiful girls<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/TBQdQVy6H0I/AAAAAAAAAm0/QA18pG5-pRM/s1600/IMG_1388.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/TBQdQVy6H0I/AAAAAAAAAm0/QA18pG5-pRM/s400/IMG_1388.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482038812982517570" /></a><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Then I was handed this cute little jar with strips of paper inside<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/TBQXt5OO9VI/AAAAAAAAAms/Y1MEMNJpOPA/s1600/IMG_1399.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/TBQXt5OO9VI/AAAAAAAAAms/Y1MEMNJpOPA/s400/IMG_1399.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482032723638809938" /></a><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>this is what I found when I opened them up<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/TBQXWu1g0HI/AAAAAAAAAmk/-6ZMcTSLKAA/s1600/IMG_1398.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/TBQXWu1g0HI/AAAAAAAAAmk/-6ZMcTSLKAA/s400/IMG_1398.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482032325713776754" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/TBQWgx_llcI/AAAAAAAAAmU/_qtHGMB6T-U/s1600/IMG_1394.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/TBQWgx_llcI/AAAAAAAAAmU/_qtHGMB6T-U/s400/IMG_1394.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482031398848402882" /></a>they really made me smile. Such a great idea. A simple (and free) gift but I loved it. </div><div>Heres what some of the papers said:</div><div>-I love when we sing in the car</div><div>-I love when I break things and you dont get mad</div><div>-I love you because you take me shopping</div><div>-I love that you let me have a bebz(boy-that ones from yani). (although I never recalled allowing that).</div><div>-i love your smile</div><div>-i love when we spend time together</div><div>-i love you because your so thoughtful</div><div>-i love when you make me mochi</div><div>-i love you because you give me good advice</div><div>-i love when you laugh so hard you cry</div><div>-i love when you take us places like the mall</div><div>-i love you because you take me to the beach</div><div>-i love the big booty i get from you</div><div>-i love your unique parenting ways</div><div>-i love you because you drive me places</div><div>-i love late night chats</div><div>-i love you because you support me in my Hawaiian</div><div>-i love eating ice cream with you (must be my children!)</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>A card I got from Amber<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/TBQWA2pWtKI/AAAAAAAAAmM/NT973evEKio/s1600/IMG_1411.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/TBQWA2pWtKI/AAAAAAAAAmM/NT973evEKio/s400/IMG_1411.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482030850341516450" /></a><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Another photo that I LOVE!!!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/TBQVb6GVNaI/AAAAAAAAAmE/W4SIEuujcuw/s1600/IMG_1424.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/TBQVb6GVNaI/AAAAAAAAAmE/W4SIEuujcuw/s400/IMG_1424.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482030215613199778" /></a>Breakfast crepes with strawberries, bananas, chocolate, ice cream, whipped cream, syrup.</div><div>What could be better?<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/TBQU7sF3fWI/AAAAAAAAAl8/KCHdRnauNlg/s1600/IMG_1437.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/TBQU7sF3fWI/AAAAAAAAAl8/KCHdRnauNlg/s400/IMG_1437.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482029662097341794" /></a>The boy on the right of the counter is Matthew Manois. Makana brought him home at around this time and he has been living with us ever since. </div><div><br /></div><div>So, there was my wonderful mothers day in a nutshell. I am SOOOO very thankful to be a mother to my four amazing children (and a few extras).</div><div><br /></div><div><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#006600;">ANELAs MAY DAY .... May 13th</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#006600;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#006600;">On the heels of Arianas Grandeous (is that a word) May Day event, we had Anelas ( a week later). It was soooo much simpler and smaller and felt like the way May day should be. The costumes were simple and cute. Not a lot of money was spent (unlike the week prior from which I had to mortgage a house almost). Anelas was a rock for May Day. They sang a song about going fishing and not taking more than you need. It was toooo cute and a great message we ALL need. </span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/TBQUJ36JdII/AAAAAAAAAl0/7ICpox4e4BQ/s1600/31516_1386888305158_1020542429_1168767_6176980_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/TBQUJ36JdII/AAAAAAAAAl0/7ICpox4e4BQ/s400/31516_1386888305158_1020542429_1168767_6176980_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482028806275953794" /></a><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); ">Then they did the Ha'a. It is like the Haka but the Hawaiian version. </span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/TBQUJE3MP-I/AAAAAAAAAls/hg0f815srdQ/s1600/31516_1386888385160_1020542429_1168768_3307868_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/TBQUJE3MP-I/AAAAAAAAAls/hg0f815srdQ/s400/31516_1386888385160_1020542429_1168768_3307868_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482028792573345762" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/TBQUI4J7yEI/AAAAAAAAAlk/UxTIMr5xpcU/s1600/31516_1386888465162_1020542429_1168770_8325609_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/TBQUI4J7yEI/AAAAAAAAAlk/UxTIMr5xpcU/s400/31516_1386888465162_1020542429_1168770_8325609_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482028789162297410" /></a><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span></span></div>We heard many Michael Jackson songs. A tribute to him. Heal the world .......<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/TBQTu5TnavI/AAAAAAAAAlU/6pC93luCQ_c/s1600/31516_1386888625166_1020542429_1168773_201971_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/TBQTu5TnavI/AAAAAAAAAlU/6pC93luCQ_c/s400/31516_1386888625166_1020542429_1168773_201971_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482028342794742514" /></a>This is the 6th graders. They represented the different islands. There was no King or Queen.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/TBQTucwst_I/AAAAAAAAAlM/IrYRCshaOyk/s1600/31516_1386888665167_1020542429_1168774_7329575_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 323px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/TBQTucwst_I/AAAAAAAAAlM/IrYRCshaOyk/s400/31516_1386888665167_1020542429_1168774_7329575_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482028335132096498" /></a><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Anela with her classmate Makani Walker</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>(isnt he tooo cute!!)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/TBQTt6EvaWI/AAAAAAAAAlE/bGRohFJGua8/s1600/31516_1386889105178_1020542429_1168780_2737490_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/TBQTt6EvaWI/AAAAAAAAAlE/bGRohFJGua8/s400/31516_1386889105178_1020542429_1168780_2737490_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482028325820918114" /></a><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Anela with Aunty Kim. Not the Hawaiian kine Aunty but a real Aunty. Did I forget to mention <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;">CARLOS GOT MARRIED ON MAY 5TH!!!!!!!</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/TBQTts585cI/AAAAAAAAAk8/VSKcH0lMqYQ/s1600/31516_1386889145179_1020542429_1168781_8347535_n.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/TBQTts585cI/AAAAAAAAAk8/VSKcH0lMqYQ/s400/31516_1386889145179_1020542429_1168781_8347535_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482028322286003650" /></a></div><div><div>It was a very cute and fun day. Good job Anela!!!</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>then</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>May 20, 2010</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"></span><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>HE MADE IT!!! MAKANA ... KAHUKU CLASS OF 2010.</span></div><div><br /></div><div>I'm not even going to tell you all the drama that happened the week of graduation because you will think that I have been watching way too much soap operas. Suffice it to say, the week of graduation, Kana was not graduating/walking for 3 different reasons. Just a few hours before graduation he called the Superintendent of Schools and pleaded his case. As the following photos show, yes he walked. I think he had the biggest smile there because it almost didn't happen and he said he must have appreciated graduating/walking more than anyone in his class since it almost didn't happen.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Introducing ...</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/TBQOCSrjYHI/AAAAAAAAAk0/gMeFqpf3X8k/s1600/+img_9531.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/TBQOCSrjYHI/AAAAAAAAAk0/gMeFqpf3X8k/s400/+img_9531.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482022078953775218" /></a><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>held at BYU Canon Activities Center<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/TBQNsNiydJI/AAAAAAAAAks/ShcKK1_Bx-w/s1600/31662_1305994454312_1364066375_30730793_5926736_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/TBQNsNiydJI/AAAAAAAAAks/ShcKK1_Bx-w/s400/31662_1305994454312_1364066375_30730793_5926736_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482021699617715346" /></a><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>The class (i think less than 300)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/TBQNri7MsmI/AAAAAAAAAkk/Msx-o6XxMlE/s1600/31662_1305994494313_1364066375_30730794_4373994_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/TBQNri7MsmI/AAAAAAAAAkk/Msx-o6XxMlE/s400/31662_1305994494313_1364066375_30730794_4373994_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482021688177373794" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/TBQNNJ95jnI/AAAAAAAAAkc/KB1AFPoVhFc/s1600/31662_1305994534314_1364066375_30730795_5346171_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/TBQNNJ95jnI/AAAAAAAAAkc/KB1AFPoVhFc/s400/31662_1305994534314_1364066375_30730795_5346171_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482021166081740402" /></a>Makana held up a sign during the fun song. Ms Mac is the Vice Principal who helped him by telling him to call the Superintendent (therefore allowing him to walk) so he felt she deserved recognition. saya of course is his girlfriend. Yes, I did all the work for 12 years, ya think I would get any credit? jk.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/TBQNMu2MlNI/AAAAAAAAAkU/_8ftvDMYIIc/s1600/31662_1305994814321_1364066375_30730801_5664090_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/TBQNMu2MlNI/AAAAAAAAAkU/_8ftvDMYIIc/s400/31662_1305994814321_1364066375_30730801_5664090_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482021158801675474" /></a><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>This was when they called his name<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/TBQNMddRQJI/AAAAAAAAAkM/XKdXaOzZ-9k/s1600/31662_1305995334334_1364066375_30730814_2717692_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/TBQNMddRQJI/AAAAAAAAAkM/XKdXaOzZ-9k/s400/31662_1305995334334_1364066375_30730814_2717692_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482021154133721234" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/TBQNLsVFnNI/AAAAAAAAAkE/l4a4Btwwp3Q/s1600/31662_1305995374335_1364066375_30730815_6452162_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/TBQNLsVFnNI/AAAAAAAAAkE/l4a4Btwwp3Q/s400/31662_1305995374335_1364066375_30730815_6452162_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482021140946066642" /></a><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Eh. this is Hawaii. We dont just shake hands!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/TBQNLJhcsQI/AAAAAAAAAj8/2xLgJsJ3vII/s1600/31662_1305995414336_1364066375_30730816_2365427_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/TBQNLJhcsQI/AAAAAAAAAj8/2xLgJsJ3vII/s400/31662_1305995414336_1364066375_30730816_2365427_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482021131602669826" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/TBQM53D3x0I/AAAAAAAAAj0/XFT36Aa-0_0/s1600/31662_1305995454337_1364066375_30730817_1011275_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/TBQM53D3x0I/AAAAAAAAAj0/XFT36Aa-0_0/s400/31662_1305995454337_1364066375_30730817_1011275_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482020834589001538" /></a><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>kana with his sisters and mama<div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>(his sign was made very last minute since we had only a few hours notice)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/TBQM5C2X8pI/AAAAAAAAAjs/CxvyFyUEITs/s1600/31662_1305996254357_1364066375_30730833_1621935_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/TBQM5C2X8pI/AAAAAAAAAjs/CxvyFyUEITs/s400/31662_1305996254357_1364066375_30730833_1621935_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482020820573745810" /></a><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>with Lola (grandma -jons mom)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/TBQM44Zs8BI/AAAAAAAAAjk/CrpBRl_0gzY/s1600/31662_1305995814346_1364066375_30730824_706855_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/TBQM44Zs8BI/AAAAAAAAAjk/CrpBRl_0gzY/s400/31662_1305995814346_1364066375_30730824_706855_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482020817769132050" /></a><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Saya<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/TBQM4Zf4k9I/AAAAAAAAAjc/36BGc3nFKoA/s1600/31662_1305995894348_1364066375_30730825_1910496_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/TBQM4Zf4k9I/AAAAAAAAAjc/36BGc3nFKoA/s400/31662_1305995894348_1364066375_30730825_1910496_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482020809473561554" /></a><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>The three amigos - friends since 7th grade<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/TBQM3u1x6pI/AAAAAAAAAjU/KoDAKlg6MWE/s1600/31662_1305996374360_1364066375_30730836_5617951_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/TBQM3u1x6pI/AAAAAAAAAjU/KoDAKlg6MWE/s400/31662_1305996374360_1364066375_30730836_5617951_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482020798022675090" /></a><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Makana and Matt Manois (who lives with us)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/TBQJmvX5HbI/AAAAAAAAAjM/inLKOooxjP8/s1600/IMG_9993.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/TBQJmvX5HbI/AAAAAAAAAjM/inLKOooxjP8/s400/IMG_9993.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482017207573093810" /></a>A HUGE CONGRATULATIONS TO MY SON AND ALL HIS FRIENDS. GOOD JOB. THE JOURNEY JUST BEGINS .......<br /><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span></span>then</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>May 27th, 2010</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>ARIANA GRADUATES FROM KAHUKU ELEMENTARY SCHOOL! </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"><br /></span></div><div>It was a happy day but to be completely honest, I had some tears in my eyes. How did this happen so fast? This is the school we put the kids in when we moved from Mililani more than 5 years ago. Yani is the last one here (anela at Hauula Hawaiian Immersion) so we were saying goodbye to the teachers and the school too. Were lucky to have many special memories here.</div><div>Onward and upward!!</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Her graduating class</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/TBQFqhfUXAI/AAAAAAAAAjE/p1bOwclcB6g/s1600/31867_1279895956977_1217386530_2291284_5653019_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/TBQFqhfUXAI/AAAAAAAAAjE/p1bOwclcB6g/s400/31867_1279895956977_1217386530_2291284_5653019_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482012874519108610" /></a><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Hugs and thanks to the teachers<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/TBQFpsJxmxI/AAAAAAAAAi8/gQ0UeNsMKds/s1600/31867_1279895836974_1217386530_2291282_821443_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 223px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/TBQFpsJxmxI/AAAAAAAAAi8/gQ0UeNsMKds/s400/31867_1279895836974_1217386530_2291282_821443_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482012860201671442" /></a><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>million dollar smile<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/TBQFpJYfIKI/AAAAAAAAAi0/kGOTFQl6WpE/s1600/31867_1279896036979_1217386530_2291286_3528918_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/TBQFpJYfIKI/AAAAAAAAAi0/kGOTFQl6WpE/s400/31867_1279896036979_1217386530_2291286_3528918_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482012850868134050" /></a><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>They sang a medley of Michael Jackson songs .... fun, fun, fun<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/TBQFox-DqXI/AAAAAAAAAis/okMqiJc-Rr4/s1600/31867_1279896076980_1217386530_2291287_6050423_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/TBQFox-DqXI/AAAAAAAAAis/okMqiJc-Rr4/s400/31867_1279896076980_1217386530_2291287_6050423_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482012844583266674" /></a><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>With her besties Lila kaka and Aimee Sorensen<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/TBQFolBojII/AAAAAAAAAik/CN8J0i2L6zE/s1600/31867_1279896396988_1217386530_2291294_4516846_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/TBQFolBojII/AAAAAAAAAik/CN8J0i2L6zE/s400/31867_1279896396988_1217386530_2291294_4516846_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482012841108606082" /></a><br /><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Hugs from Amber</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/TBQE0qZYOMI/AAAAAAAAAic/8ukGReb8rlU/s1600/31867_1279901397113_1217386530_2291311_5032096_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/TBQE0qZYOMI/AAAAAAAAAic/8ukGReb8rlU/s400/31867_1279901397113_1217386530_2291311_5032096_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482011949197179074" /></a><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Lola (Jons mom)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/TBQE0N---EI/AAAAAAAAAiU/YpKvctHRmD8/s1600/31867_1279896636994_1217386530_2291298_1453875_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/TBQE0N---EI/AAAAAAAAAiU/YpKvctHRmD8/s400/31867_1279896636994_1217386530_2291298_1453875_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482011941570279490" /></a><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Long time friend Samuta<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/TBQEz5JCmcI/AAAAAAAAAiM/FWI_xNPvRx4/s1600/31867_1279896836999_1217386530_2291303_3134785_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/TBQEz5JCmcI/AAAAAAAAAiM/FWI_xNPvRx4/s400/31867_1279896836999_1217386530_2291303_3134785_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482011935975315906" /></a><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>me, yani, Jasmin and mom (YW president)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/TBQEyITryDI/AAAAAAAAAiE/Z12p0k28VWs/s1600/31867_1279897037004_1217386530_2291307_6370171_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/TBQEyITryDI/AAAAAAAAAiE/Z12p0k28VWs/s400/31867_1279897037004_1217386530_2291307_6370171_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482011905686751282" /></a><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>The current crush .... Keala Santiago<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/TBQExxFuIfI/AAAAAAAAAh8/ycBZkvri07c/s1600/31867_1279897077005_1217386530_2291308_6072773_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/TBQExxFuIfI/AAAAAAAAAh8/ycBZkvri07c/s400/31867_1279897077005_1217386530_2291308_6072773_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482011899454169586" /></a>So friends, do you see why I have not had time to blog. I hope you appreciate the sacrifice of my saturday so I could get all these photos out to you. We wish you were here with us to be a part of all of this but I guess this is the next best thing. We love you and think of you all often.</div><div>A Hui hou .... till next time. </div></div>nikkihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10728938574048876337noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3307967939076938117.post-46400916103502926112010-05-09T21:27:00.015-10:002010-05-09T22:25:07.351-10:00My May Day Queen<div>Thursday May 6th was Kahuku Elementary Schools May Day Program at BYU Canon Activities Center. Ariana was the May Day Queen. The Queen is voted in by their peers. It was very fun and exciting for her. We had to have a white dress made and she had to learn to dance a hula, and a solo. While watching her dance, I felt Jon's presence really strong, wanting to tell her how much he loves her. She dedicated her song to him. It was very touching, she did a very good job. We are so proud of her and love that she is a part of our family. She's so fun and brings our family much humor and joy. I already posted these photos on facebook, but Im reposting here for my anti-facebook friends. Plus, its nice to showoff some more. LOVE you Yani girl!!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/S-fAdF66JoI/AAAAAAAAAh0/51N_OJvreHI/s1600/IMG_0250E.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/S-fAdF66JoI/AAAAAAAAAh0/51N_OJvreHI/s400/IMG_0250E.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469551878502753922" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/S-fAcRxkCyI/AAAAAAAAAhs/YYmrFbW_owA/s1600/IMG_0263E.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/S-fAcRxkCyI/AAAAAAAAAhs/YYmrFbW_owA/s400/IMG_0263E.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469551864504912674" /></a><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Before everything started, she doesn't look nervous to me? <div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/S-e_8uuIWVI/AAAAAAAAAhk/-uBLo_V_TQ0/s1600/IMG_0341E.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/S-e_8uuIWVI/AAAAAAAAAhk/-uBLo_V_TQ0/s400/IMG_0341E.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469551322519329106" /></a><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Walking in with King Kesi<div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/S-e_kujEgXI/AAAAAAAAAhc/xlR6odKZcSA/s1600/IMG_0355E.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/S-e_kujEgXI/AAAAAAAAAhc/xlR6odKZcSA/s400/IMG_0355E.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469550910156079474" /></a><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Crowning the Queen<div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/S-e-2BGW3YI/AAAAAAAAAhU/wHXQN1722Ik/s1600/IMG_0399E.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/S-e-2BGW3YI/AAAAAAAAAhU/wHXQN1722Ik/s400/IMG_0399E.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469550107682069890" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/S-e6Eho3FgI/AAAAAAAAAhM/3smlYOtq73g/s1600/IMG_0415E.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/S-e6Eho3FgI/AAAAAAAAAhM/3smlYOtq73g/s400/IMG_0415E.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469544859376752130" /></a><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Dancing with her King. <div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/S-e5fMR3frI/AAAAAAAAAhE/nanKsQ5A524/s1600/IMG_0482E.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/S-e5fMR3frI/AAAAAAAAAhE/nanKsQ5A524/s400/IMG_0482E.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469544217988005554" /></a><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Ariana dancing her solo. She did a really good job. I would have been so <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>scared!!!<div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/S-e45K5Y8DI/AAAAAAAAAg8/C3j56eqi79c/s1600/IMG_0631E.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/S-e45K5Y8DI/AAAAAAAAAg8/C3j56eqi79c/s400/IMG_0631E.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469543564781875250" /></a><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Celebrating with her friends<div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/S-e4ZogrDGI/AAAAAAAAAg0/6h7CLMMglog/s1600/IMG_0639E.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/S-e4ZogrDGI/AAAAAAAAAg0/6h7CLMMglog/s400/IMG_0639E.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469543022975454306" /></a><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Yani with her best friends Lia and Amie<div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/S-e4BDjYfXI/AAAAAAAAAgs/2B4sbhlDjCk/s1600/IMG_0642E.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/S-e4BDjYfXI/AAAAAAAAAgs/2B4sbhlDjCk/s400/IMG_0642E.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469542600737848690" /></a><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Queen Ariana and King Kesi</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/S-e3ivle6VI/AAAAAAAAAgk/mUEzFyosMe4/s1600/IMG_0772E.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/S-e3ivle6VI/AAAAAAAAAgk/mUEzFyosMe4/s400/IMG_0772E.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469542079981873490" /></a><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Yani, I LOVE your smile!!</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/S-e3Av9cTRI/AAAAAAAAAgc/H74fmitPxmU/s1600/IMG_0797E.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/S-e3Av9cTRI/AAAAAAAAAgc/H74fmitPxmU/s400/IMG_0797E.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469541495966813458" /></a><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span> Mama and her Queen</div></div></div></div></div></div></div>nikkihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10728938574048876337noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3307967939076938117.post-55167547448113510412010-04-28T09:19:00.004-10:002010-04-28T09:27:37.104-10:00I HATE HOMEWORK!!<div>You have not seen or heard much of me lately because this is where I have been. Up to my ears in papers!! This is the last week to turn them in at school and so I have been sitting on my bum for days on end writing. You would think I would learn by now not to procrastinate and leave everything till the week it is due. Just this morning as I signed up for next semesters classes, I vowed to be a good student and start my papers at the beginning of the semester. So, now I must depart and get back to my final paper. </div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/S9iKeyrwEvI/AAAAAAAAAgU/ZNLRYf8UxZo/s1600/homework.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 319px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/S9iKeyrwEvI/AAAAAAAAAgU/ZNLRYf8UxZo/s400/homework.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465270409420083954" /></a>Friday, I plan to lay on the beach and let my face feel the sun. Who cares if I get more wrinkles or dark spots!!! I am not doing homework this weekend. (yes I do have 2 more tests next week, but NO PAPERS!)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/S9iKen3ezDI/AAAAAAAAAgM/0xVqDb8PZzc/s1600/images.jpeg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 116px; height: 116px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/S9iKen3ezDI/AAAAAAAAAgM/0xVqDb8PZzc/s400/images.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465270406516493362" /></a>AND THEN, AFTER ALL THAT WORK IS DONE. I PLAN ON FEELING LIKE THIS WOMAN!!! YAY SUMMER HERE I COME. I AM LOOKING FORWARD TO OUR WONDERFUL ALMOST 4 MONTHS TOGETHER ..........<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/S9iKeDQmiwI/AAAAAAAAAgE/6BqbqdogcZc/s1600/images-3.jpeg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 107px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/S9iKeDQmiwI/AAAAAAAAAgE/6BqbqdogcZc/s400/images-3.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465270396689746690" /></a>nikkihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10728938574048876337noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3307967939076938117.post-60721708037318045072010-04-19T12:53:00.005-10:002010-04-19T13:29:10.556-10:00New Photos of the kids<div>The kids left me at home yesterday after church to do a photo shoot of themselves. Im pretty sure the pictures are for me for mothers day. Or, its just a good excuse to go surfing on Sunday. It was super cold and windy. Here are a few of the photos. Thought you might enjoy!! </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/S8ziZzBnTYI/AAAAAAAAAf8/zZVsukuKcoA/s1600/IMG_6184.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/S8ziZzBnTYI/AAAAAAAAAf8/zZVsukuKcoA/s400/IMG_6184.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461989380915154306" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/S8ziZSa9aUI/AAAAAAAAAf0/lTdcA7hMg00/s1600/IMG_6321.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/S8ziZSa9aUI/AAAAAAAAAf0/lTdcA7hMg00/s400/IMG_6321.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461989372163090754" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/S8ziYiVVdNI/AAAAAAAAAfs/tRdEfxNablc/s1600/IMG_6267.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 287px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/S8ziYiVVdNI/AAAAAAAAAfs/tRdEfxNablc/s400/IMG_6267.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461989359254598866" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/S8zhi60ZUgI/AAAAAAAAAfk/t6XfGWOp-Jo/s1600/IMG_6112.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 366px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/S8zhi60ZUgI/AAAAAAAAAfk/t6XfGWOp-Jo/s400/IMG_6112.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461988438114390530" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/S8zhieqkwaI/AAAAAAAAAfc/lg3U3e-oUCg/s1600/_MG_5606.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/S8zhieqkwaI/AAAAAAAAAfc/lg3U3e-oUCg/s400/_MG_5606.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461988430557004194" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/S8zhh3fBtVI/AAAAAAAAAfU/CqPxLT0msdc/s1600/IMG_6442.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/S8zhh3fBtVI/AAAAAAAAAfU/CqPxLT0msdc/s400/IMG_6442.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461988420039587154" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/S8zhhUldnDI/AAAAAAAAAfM/z5cr3jPn5mQ/s1600/IMG_5924.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/S8zhhUldnDI/AAAAAAAAAfM/z5cr3jPn5mQ/s400/IMG_5924.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461988410671340594" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/S8zhgiAYS0I/AAAAAAAAAfE/SbnekPqYq3M/s1600/IMG_6146.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/S8zhgiAYS0I/AAAAAAAAAfE/SbnekPqYq3M/s400/IMG_6146.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461988397094030146" /></a>nikkihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10728938574048876337noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3307967939076938117.post-67016547045819791792010-04-13T15:50:00.002-10:002010-04-13T16:16:34.588-10:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Helvetica, serif;"><br /></span>nikkihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10728938574048876337noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3307967939076938117.post-32133718851893087752010-03-28T17:17:00.012-10:002010-03-28T18:38:26.210-10:00Anelas baptism day!<div>This is one of those posts that have way too many photos. But we had such a special, jammed packed day! The most amazing part was Anelas baptism. We were so excited and happy for her. It was one of those new "Stake" baptisms where they do all the kids in the stake once a month. Were weren't sure how it was going to be but I must say that it was very convenient to just show up and not have to plan anything (i did give a talk on the holy ghost by that was fine).</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Here she is right before we went inside the chapel</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Anela Herenui Roimata Mozo</div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/S7Anqbo2MtI/AAAAAAAAAe8/OHGBakyYHV0/s1600/IMG_9869.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/S7Anqbo2MtI/AAAAAAAAAe8/OHGBakyYHV0/s400/IMG_9869.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453902758672741074" /></a><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>with her brother Makana'akua Keao Mozo<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/S7AnWzrOKnI/AAAAAAAAAe0/c5anR3DOEWA/s1600/IMG_9865.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/S7AnWzrOKnI/AAAAAAAAAe0/c5anR3DOEWA/s400/IMG_9865.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453902421527767666" /></a><br /><div>I am so proud of you Makana for being able to baptize Anela. I know it took some sacrifice and changes. Ones that you will never regret! You can always say, I baptized my sister!!!</div><div>(he said he felt the spirit really strong right before he gave the baptism prayer. I know his dad was there beside him too).<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/S7AnCCtpExI/AAAAAAAAAes/wsuIGoLYgok/s1600/IMG_9877.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/S7AnCCtpExI/AAAAAAAAAes/wsuIGoLYgok/s400/IMG_9877.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453902064787198738" /></a>This photo was accidently over-exposed but I like the way it turned out. This is the first photo right after she got baptized. It reminds me of Heaven. She really looks like an Anela (Angel).<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/S7AluhwnKSI/AAAAAAAAAek/B9G1mIR8CbE/s1600/IMG_9897.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/S7AluhwnKSI/AAAAAAAAAek/B9G1mIR8CbE/s400/IMG_9897.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453900630012143906" /></a><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Thank you to Aunty Kelly Bishop for the special towel. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/S7AluK8QT2I/AAAAAAAAAec/uk60Sy-XVKk/s1600/IMG_9900.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/S7AluK8QT2I/AAAAAAAAAec/uk60Sy-XVKk/s400/IMG_9900.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453900623886962530" /></a><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Group photo of some of the people that came to see her get baptized.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/S7AjwgbsOzI/AAAAAAAAAeU/mXxZF3jMrYQ/s1600/IMG_9908.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/S7AjwgbsOzI/AAAAAAAAAeU/mXxZF3jMrYQ/s400/IMG_9908.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453898464992443186" /></a><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Families are Forever ...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/S7AjwJi_KpI/AAAAAAAAAeM/w2g5bJ20uNo/s1600/IMG_9913.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/S7AjwJi_KpI/AAAAAAAAAeM/w2g5bJ20uNo/s400/IMG_9913.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453898458849028754" /></a><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Anela with her friend Kaile Krebbs<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/S7AjvUn8qhI/AAAAAAAAAeE/t3MNNDSyfXQ/s1600/IMG_9914.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/S7AjvUn8qhI/AAAAAAAAAeE/t3MNNDSyfXQ/s400/IMG_9914.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453898444642757138" /><br /></a><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"></span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">After the baptism we all came back to the house for a big lunch. It was delicious!<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span></div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Amber and Caleb Bishop. Brother & Sista ...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/S7AiOfcXZkI/AAAAAAAAAd8/t4BNUUNm-Eo/s1600/IMG_0013.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/S7AiOfcXZkI/AAAAAAAAAd8/t4BNUUNm-Eo/s400/IMG_0013.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453896781099656770" /></a>The Runnels, Rivers, Fatongia Family. Thank you for always being there to love and support us<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/S7AiNz41U6I/AAAAAAAAAd0/QrOb2gjkmNU/s1600/IMG_0001.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/S7AiNz41U6I/AAAAAAAAAd0/QrOb2gjkmNU/s400/IMG_0001.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453896769407898530" /></a><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Kyra & Yani. Growing up way too fast.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/S7Aeyr-RDUI/AAAAAAAAAds/nI7KcMfHKYQ/s1600/IMG_9935.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/S7Aeyr-RDUI/AAAAAAAAAds/nI7KcMfHKYQ/s400/IMG_9935.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453893004891852098" /></a><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>This is Sayaka. Makanas girlfriend. She is a sweetie ....<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/S7AeyGR_ovI/AAAAAAAAAdk/KnATkAD_HIo/s1600/IMG_9944.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/S7AeyGR_ovI/AAAAAAAAAdk/KnATkAD_HIo/s400/IMG_9944.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453892994774049522" /></a><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>jack & Ber ...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/S7AexkNra4I/AAAAAAAAAdc/8GTcdyYdAaw/s1600/IMG_9947.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 356px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/S7AexkNra4I/AAAAAAAAAdc/8GTcdyYdAaw/s400/IMG_9947.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453892985629141890" /></a><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>My dear friend and Sister, Sas Runnels.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/S7Aew0nSr4I/AAAAAAAAAdU/AN-SsX2LIFk/s1600/IMG_9977.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/S7Aew0nSr4I/AAAAAAAAAdU/AN-SsX2LIFk/s400/IMG_9977.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453892972851670914" /></a></div><div><div>After we ate, we all headed down to the beach for sun and surf. We just went to Castles @ Malaekahana which is not the best "surfing" waves but everyone had so much fun! It was just good to be together. </div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Yani ....<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/S7AchD_5c8I/AAAAAAAAAdM/KjNbleJfSYg/s1600/_MG_0133.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/S7AchD_5c8I/AAAAAAAAAdM/KjNbleJfSYg/s400/_MG_0133.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453890503080244162" /></a><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>and Kyra having fun!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/S7Acgxtcl5I/AAAAAAAAAdE/mHHKqV4v8Sk/s1600/_MG_0146.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 236px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/S7Acgxtcl5I/AAAAAAAAAdE/mHHKqV4v8Sk/s400/_MG_0146.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453890498171017106" /></a><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Amber and Jack. Small waves but fun times ....<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/S7AcgWzuesI/AAAAAAAAAc8/-xsmrueHsVU/s1600/_MG_0191.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 329px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/S7AcgWzuesI/AAAAAAAAAc8/-xsmrueHsVU/s400/_MG_0191.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453890490949597890" /></a>After we got home from the beach we fed the missionaries and then we relaxed and slept. What a day!! Thank you to everyone who came to share the day with us. We love you all. Jon we missed your physical presence with us today but somehow I know you were there. Where else would you be on such a special day when our baby got baptized! Im so grateful for the gospel in our lives and the knowledge of eternal families. Anela, this is just the beginning of a beautiful adventure and we all love you so very much. </div>nikkihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10728938574048876337noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3307967939076938117.post-20872104928156092982010-03-28T15:06:00.005-10:002010-03-28T15:32:07.262-10:00Ask and ye shall receive ...<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><b>My three girls have been sharing one large bedroom. There are definite pros and cons to this arrangement. My girls are all VERY different from each other. Amber loves things clean and organized and yani ..... doesn't care. To make a long (and sometimes loud) story short, Amber decided she had had enough </b></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">(after finding her favorite pair of underwear on her sisters body)</span>.</b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><b><span style="font-style: italic; "></span> She sent a text to the very busy David Evans that basically said, "it's my birthday. Can you make me a fatty wall in my room to keep my sisters out of my stuff". He was there the very next morning. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">(yes, he is also building 11 other houses at the same time). I told her she is very spoiled and she smiled her million dollar smile and said, "ask and ye shall receive". We need to have a talk about how that is usually not the case (except with her for some reason it is ????). Yet secretly, I am SO thankful to Dave for responding to her request. It just helps remind us that we are loved .....</span></b></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new', serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">(amber will post more photos of her room when complete).</span></b></span></div></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>I love these guys ... (no one tell carlos I said that though). Dave and Carlos.</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>This is the wall on yani and nellies side.</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/S7ABF2MBtNI/AAAAAAAAAc0/ECD15dhx1jM/s1600/IMG_9833.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/S7ABF2MBtNI/AAAAAAAAAc0/ECD15dhx1jM/s400/IMG_9833.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453860348702602450" /></a><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>The room separated and Ambers new closet.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/S7ABFdwbfzI/AAAAAAAAAcs/tNxy4BXJaHE/s1600/IMG_9828.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/S7ABFdwbfzI/AAAAAAAAAcs/tNxy4BXJaHE/s400/IMG_9828.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453860342144401202" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new', serif;"><b><br /></b></span></div>nikkihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10728938574048876337noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3307967939076938117.post-20692435254916510162010-03-28T14:19:00.006-10:002010-03-28T14:50:54.000-10:00answered prayers ????How I love my friend Stacey and her two girls. Whenever I am with her I feel closer to my Savior and my Heavenly Father. Her story reminds me of how our Heavenly Father hears our prayers and sends us exactly what we need, when the time is right, and often we do not see it coming. This past Wednesday a thought entered my mind about my friend Stacey and her upcoming move. I thought of all the unwritten papers I had vowed to do this spring break and yet the thought persisted. I said to Amber, "we need to go see Aunty Stacey". (I love having her home with me btw). She agreed and so we picked up Nellie from school and we went. <span style="font-style:italic;">This is where it gets good</span>. In my mind I was just sacrificing a few hours of my day to my friend. Little did I know that my friend was feeling a little down because she was missing her husband, and feeling overwhelmed with the move. I do not know what her prayers were that morning. I do know however, that the same Father in Heaven that loves me and sends me help when I need it, loves my dear friend just the same, and whispered in my ear. I am so glad he did. And thank you to my beautiful girls who watched over precious Kalea and Naomi while I was building boxes. IT FEELS SO GOOD TO SERVE !!! ..... I know we received more than we gave by being there for a few hours that day. <br />(photos by amber)<br /><br />Mommy loves you SO much ...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/S6_2r4EijnI/AAAAAAAAAcc/qRztZScGGLY/s1600/IMG_1955.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/S6_2r4EijnI/AAAAAAAAAcc/qRztZScGGLY/s400/IMG_1955.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453848907415195250" /></a><br /><br />Two sweet miracles<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/S6_2rKAoO-I/AAAAAAAAAcU/OOXOvusQ3zc/s1600/IMG_1936.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/S6_2rKAoO-I/AAAAAAAAAcU/OOXOvusQ3zc/s400/IMG_1936.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453848895050759138" /></a><br /><br />Anela loved playing Mommy with a for-real baby<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/S6_2qslxvCI/AAAAAAAAAcM/JWcIi5azQD0/s1600/IMG_2095.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/S6_2qslxvCI/AAAAAAAAAcM/JWcIi5azQD0/s400/IMG_2095.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453848887153507362" /></a><br /><br />Whatever you need my friend ...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/S6_0PREpgRI/AAAAAAAAAcE/slhXR1sNshw/s1600/IMG_2088.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/S6_0PREpgRI/AAAAAAAAAcE/slhXR1sNshw/s400/IMG_2088.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453846216887075090" /></a>nikkihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10728938574048876337noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3307967939076938117.post-17764752963856562972010-03-21T23:15:00.002-10:002010-03-21T23:18:05.768-10:00Ambers BlogAmber started blogging. This is the address:<br /><br />http://amber-ngaio.blogspot.com<br /><br />this is a personal/fun blog to keep you updated on her life. <br /><br />Her photography blog will follow soon .......nikkihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10728938574048876337noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3307967939076938117.post-69699142402428715562010-03-19T20:49:00.009-10:002010-03-19T21:20:27.585-10:00Spring Break ... and PROM!!Today was the last day of spring break. The weather was not that great but Yani wanted to go to the beach for reasons that have nothing to do with a boy of course. So, we were supportive and went. The kids looked like they had fun in the little waves.<br />Amber decided not to bring her board down to the beach but when Yani wasn't looking she ran off with her surfboard. Yani tried to get it back ...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/S6Rxt2yD6nI/AAAAAAAAAbM/0puw6cvg4tw/s1600-h/IMG_1175.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/S6Rxt2yD6nI/AAAAAAAAAbM/0puw6cvg4tw/s400/IMG_1175.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450606481638681202" /></a><br /><br />For a split second it looked like she might have a chance ....<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/S6RyaMYxvCI/AAAAAAAAAbU/DrbdHOmlSAQ/s1600-h/IMG_1176.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/S6RyaMYxvCI/AAAAAAAAAbU/DrbdHOmlSAQ/s400/IMG_1176.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450607243352456226" /></a><br /><br />But then I remembered Amber always gets her way.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/S6RyyLRs37I/AAAAAAAAAbc/NhszTCy6BzA/s1600-h/IMG_1181.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/S6RyyLRs37I/AAAAAAAAAbc/NhszTCy6BzA/s400/IMG_1181.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450607655371202482" /></a><br /><br />Yani was forgiving as she always is and they had fun.<br /><br /><br />(photo with her bestie Lilia Kaka)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/S6R0Gbz8CfI/AAAAAAAAAbs/GK-FcI8yDuc/s1600-h/IMG_1269.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/S6R0Gbz8CfI/AAAAAAAAAbs/GK-FcI8yDuc/s400/IMG_1269.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450609102918781426" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/S6RzfLvhO9I/AAAAAAAAAbk/urHs2-rUjWk/s1600-h/IMG_1190.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/S6RzfLvhO9I/AAAAAAAAAbk/urHs2-rUjWk/s400/IMG_1190.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450608428590382034" /></a><br /><br />IN OTHER WEIRDNESS TODAY ....<br /><br />So we come back from the beach so Makana can get ready for prom. Amber took a shower and started watching a DVD with Jack. Then Makana tells her that his friend doesn't have a date because his date broke her leg and can she come to prom (first of all they are all dressed and ready already, 2nd ... she doesn't have a dress or any make-up or hair done; 3rd, she is not permitted to go because the school requires you to be older!) Of course, Amber doesn't care about any of those things and tells him that she would go. WHAT!!!!! So she throws on this little bubble dress (I guess he is wearing green so it kinda matches) and is gone. I told her if she didnt get in I would come pick her up but I never got a call so I guess as I write this she is at Kahuku High Junior Senior Prom (of which she is no longer a student). Heres a few pics of her with her ever so handsome brother and his date Sayaka. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/S6R2nMd9edI/AAAAAAAAAb0/WwygxSETxVk/s1600-h/IMG_1313.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/S6R2nMd9edI/AAAAAAAAAb0/WwygxSETxVk/s400/IMG_1313.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450611864759007698" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/S6R3F5m8rZI/AAAAAAAAAb8/dxqtV5iZsqQ/s1600-h/IMG_1314.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/S6R3F5m8rZI/AAAAAAAAAb8/dxqtV5iZsqQ/s400/IMG_1314.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450612392272375186" /></a>nikkihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10728938574048876337noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3307967939076938117.post-3334652271861253402010-03-18T22:30:00.016-10:002010-03-18T23:57:53.511-10:00Sunday afternoons ....This year we get out of church by 11am and so we have the whole day ahead of us still. The rule for Sunday is that whatever we do, we have to do it together. Lately, we have had some great sundays spending time together. This past sunday amber documented most of it so I thought I would share it with you. It was almost perfect (if only Jon were here). <br />It was a happy day. Warning way too many photos ahead ....<br />Just got home from church. Lets get lunch. Any helpers?<br />Amber trying to take a shot and be in it at the same time.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/S6NGA0hnmZI/AAAAAAAAAa8/Q5Z2iavsWK0/s1600-h/IMG_0657.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/S6NGA0hnmZI/AAAAAAAAAa8/Q5Z2iavsWK0/s400/IMG_0657.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450276953962027410" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/S6NF_238fZI/AAAAAAAAAa0/NZRiMb4vrMY/s1600-h/IMG_0647.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/S6NF_238fZI/AAAAAAAAAa0/NZRiMb4vrMY/s400/IMG_0647.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450276937412672914" /></a><br />Me after church ... <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/S6NFWJJwGMI/AAAAAAAAAas/6royq4jo_S8/s1600-h/IMG_0660.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/S6NFWJJwGMI/AAAAAAAAAas/6royq4jo_S8/s400/IMG_0660.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450276220764690626" /></a><br />I decided to make bread and find people to give it to. Heres me Teaching Yani how.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/S6NE-etivYI/AAAAAAAAAak/6TxeSOSytXU/s1600-h/IMG_0674.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/S6NE-etivYI/AAAAAAAAAak/6TxeSOSytXU/s400/IMG_0674.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450275814235094402" /></a><br />Nellie learning how to make bread. Shes a great helper.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/S6NEi2SCMzI/AAAAAAAAAac/cBEKCu3nSoM/s1600-h/IMG_0683.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/S6NEi2SCMzI/AAAAAAAAAac/cBEKCu3nSoM/s400/IMG_0683.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450275339525829426" /></a><br />Yani with our bread. Good job girl! <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/S6ND45_UL_I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/Yqz0fT_wltw/s1600-h/IMG_0685.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/S6ND45_UL_I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/Yqz0fT_wltw/s400/IMG_0685.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450274618966552562" /></a><br />Nellie and Yani passing time playing cards.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/S6NDhytouzI/AAAAAAAAAaI/96x1M46GJIk/s1600-h/IMG_0700.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/S6NDhytouzI/AAAAAAAAAaI/96x1M46GJIk/s400/IMG_0700.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450274221876362034" /></a><br />Yani asked Amber to shape her eyebrows. Amber pretended she messed them up and almost made Yani cry. Luckily they could laugh about it.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/S6NC8iteD6I/AAAAAAAAAaA/Jt_AngcsQRg/s1600-h/IMG_0712.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/S6NC8iteD6I/AAAAAAAAAaA/Jt_AngcsQRg/s400/IMG_0712.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450273581925535650" /></a><br />Happiness ...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/S6NCe_kyVcI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/TZEAcEkE0fo/s1600-h/IMG_0726.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/S6NCe_kyVcI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/TZEAcEkE0fo/s400/IMG_0726.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450273074277668290" /></a><br />Ever read the story of the Little Red Hen? where the other animal doesnt help but wants to eat the bread ....<br />(notice how he just scoops it out with a spoon?)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/S6NB4qOxocI/AAAAAAAAAZw/lr_UPJAQdMo/s1600-h/IMG_0727.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/S6NB4qOxocI/AAAAAAAAAZw/lr_UPJAQdMo/s400/IMG_0727.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450272415713173954" /></a><br />Makana and his baby sisters. So cute ...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/S6NA2_fFg9I/AAAAAAAAAZo/-vq0fSyHsDs/s1600-h/IMG_0743.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/S6NA2_fFg9I/AAAAAAAAAZo/-vq0fSyHsDs/s400/IMG_0743.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450271287547364306" /></a><br />We cannot stay at home all day when we look out the window and see how beautiful it is outside. One of our favorite things to do on Sunday is to go to pounders around 4pm. We took the camera and some pumpkin pie. It was perfect.<br />Amber and Anela. How'd you both get so beautiful.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/S6M_Oblt7uI/AAAAAAAAAZg/9SFzuxJAlCw/s1600-h/IMG_0760.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/S6M_Oblt7uI/AAAAAAAAAZg/9SFzuxJAlCw/s400/IMG_0760.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450269491205107426" /></a><br />I love my girls. I could never have imagined how fulfilling it would feel to have them in my life.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/S6M-xMoSV0I/AAAAAAAAAZY/WMaNDKhuqFU/s1600-h/IMG_0777.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/S6M-xMoSV0I/AAAAAAAAAZY/WMaNDKhuqFU/s400/IMG_0777.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450268988973143874" /></a><br />Can't have a perfect day without our doggie, Mahina.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/S6M-TWdFU5I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/DNzmjzkC0sM/s1600-h/IMG_0783.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/S6M-TWdFU5I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/DNzmjzkC0sM/s400/IMG_0783.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450268476214432658" /></a><br />Makana and Amber. Siblings by birth .... friends by choice<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/S6M9b4NCDoI/AAAAAAAAAZI/Y1niEqNrJzk/s1600-h/IMG_0813.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/S6M9b4NCDoI/AAAAAAAAAZI/Y1niEqNrJzk/s400/IMG_0813.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450267523201240706" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/S6M9KMBdYhI/AAAAAAAAAZA/5J14toKUvUg/s1600-h/IMG_0818.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/S6M9KMBdYhI/AAAAAAAAAZA/5J14toKUvUg/s400/IMG_0818.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450267219283763730" /></a><br />Amber insisted on a few photos of me. She said she has to record her "mum" at every age. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/S6M7_9CG2SI/AAAAAAAAAYw/DxLVtEYq_cU/s1600-h/IMG_0850.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/S6M7_9CG2SI/AAAAAAAAAYw/DxLVtEYq_cU/s400/IMG_0850.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450265943949629730" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/S6M7_IeF3OI/AAAAAAAAAYo/_peN3sBnC5M/s1600-h/IMG_0835.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/S6M7_IeF3OI/AAAAAAAAAYo/_peN3sBnC5M/s400/IMG_0835.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450265929839926498" /></a><br />Cartwheels .... Yes, the girls were shocked I could still do them.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/S6M6-ZEGA4I/AAAAAAAAAYg/FVx5nz8zrAQ/s1600-h/IMG_0863.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/S6M6-ZEGA4I/AAAAAAAAAYg/FVx5nz8zrAQ/s400/IMG_0863.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450264817602790274" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/S6M6dODH-3I/AAAAAAAAAYY/F9JlUEN-iog/s1600-h/IMG_0869.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/S6M6dODH-3I/AAAAAAAAAYY/F9JlUEN-iog/s400/IMG_0869.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450264247710251890" /></a><br />I love dark chocolate!! (that's what we call Yani)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/S6M5-27etDI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/0mH2y769Qs8/s1600-h/IMG_0886.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/S6M5-27etDI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/0mH2y769Qs8/s400/IMG_0886.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450263726108095538" /></a><br />Pumpkin Pie at Pounders = PERFECT!!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/S6M5Jkv5xoI/AAAAAAAAAYI/PYPZQX5AR0A/s1600-h/IMG_0932.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/S6M5Jkv5xoI/AAAAAAAAAYI/PYPZQX5AR0A/s400/IMG_0932.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450262810694633090" /></a><br />Yanster ..... not too much whipped cream!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/S6M4hBL-lJI/AAAAAAAAAYA/ziG-O4_WFtc/s1600-h/IMG_0934.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/S6M4hBL-lJI/AAAAAAAAAYA/ziG-O4_WFtc/s400/IMG_0934.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450262113953944722" /></a><br />Of course, no day can be perfect without a quick visit with Jack. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/S6M3mue_hEI/AAAAAAAAAX4/NhCFn66wcUU/s1600-h/IMG_0950.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/S6M3mue_hEI/AAAAAAAAAX4/NhCFn66wcUU/s400/IMG_0950.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450261112501011522" /></a><br />We dropped off bread in Laie and took a quick drive around the temple. Can't wait till its open again. Every time we see it we sing:<br />"I love to see the temple. I'll go inside someday ...."<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/S6M3FPPBadI/AAAAAAAAAXw/rqLgPt36Gzc/s1600-h/IMG_0969.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/S6M3FPPBadI/AAAAAAAAAXw/rqLgPt36Gzc/s400/IMG_0969.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450260537176844754" /></a><br />Sunday Sunset! Every day is a gift ....<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/S6M2eEpQ46I/AAAAAAAAAXo/J6G9evSgC28/s1600-h/IMG_0966.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/S6M2eEpQ46I/AAAAAAAAAXo/J6G9evSgC28/s400/IMG_0966.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450259864319222690" /></a><br />Thats the end of our perfect sabbath SUnday. Hope you enjoyed! Come join us anytime .....nikkihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10728938574048876337noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3307967939076938117.post-81375871031899656752010-03-12T14:40:00.010-10:002010-03-12T14:55:45.993-10:00Photo shoot at Papailoa 3/11/10I know, amber needs to get her own blog up with her photos. But, I am so happy she is shooting that I wanted to post a few of her last photo shoot on Thursday. The family were so nice and beautiful. Every time she shoots, she gets better and more confident. I am so happy she is doing what she loves. Thank you to big brother Makana for driving her everywhere and being the best assistant ever!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/S5rifdSlb8I/AAAAAAAAAXg/a75b_Dl6U6M/s1600-h/IMG_0085.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/S5rifdSlb8I/AAAAAAAAAXg/a75b_Dl6U6M/s400/IMG_0085.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447915729324437442" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/S5rh8cEnB5I/AAAAAAAAAXY/oeS1fOoWI6I/s1600-h/IMG_0103.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/S5rh8cEnB5I/AAAAAAAAAXY/oeS1fOoWI6I/s400/IMG_0103.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447915127701964690" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/S5rhhMAnu4I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/XoNVJGttXoU/s1600-h/IMG_0226.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/S5rhhMAnu4I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/XoNVJGttXoU/s400/IMG_0226.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447914659533798274" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/S5rhQayDOYI/AAAAAAAAAXI/nTQBe92-CEQ/s1600-h/IMG_0237.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/S5rhQayDOYI/AAAAAAAAAXI/nTQBe92-CEQ/s400/IMG_0237.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447914371441441154" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/S5rgpS0S2nI/AAAAAAAAAXA/TmQfsYhbtEc/s1600-h/IMG_0258.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/S5rgpS0S2nI/AAAAAAAAAXA/TmQfsYhbtEc/s400/IMG_0258.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447913699288472178" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/S5rgThrE8nI/AAAAAAAAAW4/sp9KNo69uDQ/s1600-h/IMG_0288.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/S5rgThrE8nI/AAAAAAAAAW4/sp9KNo69uDQ/s400/IMG_0288.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447913325319221874" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/S5rgJxtMIkI/AAAAAAAAAWw/GerBrzBnLt4/s1600-h/IMG_0299.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/S5rgJxtMIkI/AAAAAAAAAWw/GerBrzBnLt4/s400/IMG_0299.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447913157824356930" /></a><br />Beautiful Sunset on 3/11/10 "Lucky we live Hawaii"<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/S5rfyINVF0I/AAAAAAAAAWo/N-OfxcAhCnA/s1600-h/IMG_0300.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/S5rfyINVF0I/AAAAAAAAAWo/N-OfxcAhCnA/s400/IMG_0300.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447912751547881282" /></a>nikkihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10728938574048876337noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3307967939076938117.post-91701883954312906662010-03-10T01:37:00.002-10:002010-03-10T01:41:16.800-10:00To Daddy ... I miss you.Anela was looking through albums the other day and she started to cry. It amazes me how connected she feels to her Daddy who she has no memory of. She drew this for him .... its a picture of him swimming in the ocean and taking pictures. I know she feels of his love and I only pray that he can feel ours. This is for you Daddy. We love you and miss you so much.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/S5eEsuBmJ-I/AAAAAAAAAWg/ou2oaWYglYk/s1600-h/sc00f76e42.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 314px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/S5eEsuBmJ-I/AAAAAAAAAWg/ou2oaWYglYk/s400/sc00f76e42.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446968178131740642" /></a>nikkihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10728938574048876337noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3307967939076938117.post-78443894892486503132010-03-10T01:18:00.008-10:002010-03-10T01:27:52.151-10:00Our little artist ....At school this week Anela has been learning about running a business. She was selling her acrylic paintings. Today she said her 5 paintings sold in "like 5 seconds" and so she had to paint more tonight. I thought I would scan them since we will never see them again. Here is a glimpse at her original images. She's such an artist and it has been really fun to add art into our lives. We will be painting some more tomorrow if all these sell ;-)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/S5eBKjrNP1I/AAAAAAAAAWY/nCKy7mL7Phg/s1600-h/sc013e5f9d.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 291px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/S5eBKjrNP1I/AAAAAAAAAWY/nCKy7mL7Phg/s400/sc013e5f9d.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446964292703043410" /></a><br />Peace and Love<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/S5eA8rhm49I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/MbA1IVGxE84/s1600-h/sc013e8633.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 291px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/S5eA8rhm49I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/MbA1IVGxE84/s400/sc013e8633.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446964054292095954" /></a><br />I told her about the artist, Heather Brown and we looked at her website together. This ones "Heather Brown" style.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/S5eAwChQZTI/AAAAAAAAAWI/fYzexIZA4C0/s1600-h/sc013e1f24.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 291px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/S5eAwChQZTI/AAAAAAAAAWI/fYzexIZA4C0/s400/sc013e1f24.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446963837126337842" /></a><br />Anela was copying her dads photo: Gods Garden<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/S5eAdnPNaNI/AAAAAAAAAWA/4C1j8ArX1q4/s1600-h/sc00f70443.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 291px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/S5eAdnPNaNI/AAAAAAAAAWA/4C1j8ArX1q4/s400/sc00f70443.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446963520565242066" /></a><br />Happy Hibiscus<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/S5eANlEF8qI/AAAAAAAAAV4/xfrJMBgS2gw/s1600-h/sc00f73e52.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 291px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/S5eANlEF8qI/AAAAAAAAAV4/xfrJMBgS2gw/s400/sc00f73e52.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446963245103837858" /></a>nikkihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10728938574048876337noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3307967939076938117.post-55044189200416130022010-03-09T21:11:00.002-10:002010-03-09T21:16:32.564-10:00My Sweetheart ...A couple days ago one of Jons friends from High School sent me this photo. We attended a wedding and she took it. I have never seen it before. It's always a strange and wonderful feeling when I see something of Jons or about Jon for the first time. Its like a new discovery. It's hard to explain, but it feels like a piece of me coming back ... coming home. It makes his existence in my life feel more real and not so far away from me. Heres the photo of his beautiful smile ......<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/S5dHMx4dUvI/AAAAAAAAAVI/4HA4QwXwGHo/s1600-h/25050_106397986052475_100000468214970_163243_3022713_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/S5dHMx4dUvI/AAAAAAAAAVI/4HA4QwXwGHo/s400/25050_106397986052475_100000468214970_163243_3022713_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446900559202046706" /></a>nikkihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10728938574048876337noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3307967939076938117.post-15658521766770232932010-03-07T21:35:00.013-10:002010-03-10T01:35:35.112-10:00AMBERS' PHOTO SHOOT<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/S5SzR8NMcWI/AAAAAAAAAU4/WsLgQQR-E4Y/s1600-h/IMG_9415.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/S5SzR8NMcWI/AAAAAAAAAU4/WsLgQQR-E4Y/s400/IMG_9415.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446174970198389090" /></a><br />Amber had a photo shoot this past week and she did a great job! She took about 500 photos and here are just a few of the underwater shots she did. She also took "normal" family photos but I wanted to post just a few of these. Most of you don't know this, but Amber withdrew from Kahuku High School last week Monday. She will study for her GED and work on her photography business. Many people "freak out" about this and tell me I am crazy for allowing her to do that, but I know my daughter and we have had many hours of discussion about it and some prayers. We both believe that this is the best avenue for her to accomplish her dreams. She is willing to do the work it will take to succeed with her photography and I know that she will. It was so great to watch her at work this week. She is building her portfolio so she can add images to her website. I will let you know when it is up and running. It makes me happy that her and Makana are continuing their Dads work. Im sure he's smiling from Heaven ....<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/S5S1VwkQ6_I/AAAAAAAAAVA/OX5v95h9gPM/s1600-h/IMG_9678.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/S5S1VwkQ6_I/AAAAAAAAAVA/OX5v95h9gPM/s400/IMG_9678.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446177234816658418" /></a><br />Hard at work. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/S5St3L1LylI/AAAAAAAAAUw/s-f0020efE0/s1600-h/IMG_9668.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/S5St3L1LylI/AAAAAAAAAUw/s-f0020efE0/s400/IMG_9668.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446169012978043474" /></a><br />Makanas job was to make the baby smile and hold his towel. Good teamwork!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/S5SteERvzAI/AAAAAAAAAUo/10sI-GWiUTg/s1600-h/IMG_9680.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/S5SteERvzAI/AAAAAAAAAUo/10sI-GWiUTg/s400/IMG_9680.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446168581453630466" /></a><br />CUTE CUTE CUTE LITTLE BOY!!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/S5SsFb40AgI/AAAAAAAAAUY/Wbow46HT078/s1600-h/IMG_9623.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/S5SsFb40AgI/AAAAAAAAAUY/Wbow46HT078/s400/IMG_9623.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446167058783142402" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/S5SrONSkrxI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/30u2wZeN9FM/s1600-h/_MG_1713.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/S5SrONSkrxI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/30u2wZeN9FM/s400/_MG_1713.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446166109971853074" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/S5Sq9auLppI/AAAAAAAAAUI/Q1Rmk3hqyV4/s1600-h/_MG_1849.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/S5Sq9auLppI/AAAAAAAAAUI/Q1Rmk3hqyV4/s400/_MG_1849.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446165821519537810" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/S5SqmF3oDnI/AAAAAAAAAUA/LEwTpK3ZU1o/s1600-h/_MG_1903.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/S5SqmF3oDnI/AAAAAAAAAUA/LEwTpK3ZU1o/s400/_MG_1903.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446165420785012338" /></a>nikkihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10728938574048876337noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3307967939076938117.post-21633249492639869992010-03-07T20:30:00.002-10:002010-03-07T20:42:07.957-10:0035 pounds later!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/S5Sax30x-6I/AAAAAAAAATw/-i5kdXnmbQU/s1600-h/IMG_9271.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/S5Sax30x-6I/AAAAAAAAATw/-i5kdXnmbQU/s400/IMG_9271.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446148030987369378" /></a><br /><br />Yesterday morning I was hanging out with Makana at the beach while Amber was doing a photo shoot there. I showed him how my clothes are all baggy now so he snapped this photo. That morning, we were in a hurry so I quickly grabbed this pair of pants and a belt. It hadn't worn these pants for months, so it was a nice surprise to see that they don't fit me. YAY!!! Sacrifice does pay off. If only I can keep it off.nikkihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10728938574048876337noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3307967939076938117.post-72051437065951595242010-03-02T19:38:00.001-10:002010-03-02T19:44:05.402-10:00If a dog was the teacher ....<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/S4325QY_J6I/AAAAAAAAATo/hJ8C1lEPjNU/s1600-h/two-dogs-photo.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 273px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGHmlr8poSc/S4325QY_J6I/AAAAAAAAATo/hJ8C1lEPjNU/s400/two-dogs-photo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444278988073543586" /></a><br />I really liked this and thought I would share...<br /><br />If a dog was the teacher, you would learn stuff like:<br />- When loved ones come home, always run to greet them. <br />- Never pass up the opportunity to go for a joyride. <br />- Allow the experience of fresh air and the wind in your face to be pure ecstasy. <br />- When it's in your best interest, practice obedience.<br />- Let others know when they've invaded your territory. <br />- Take naps. Stretch before rising. <br />- Run, romp, and play daily. <br />- Thrive on attention and let people touch you.<br />- Avoid biting when a simple growl will do. <br />- On warm days, stop to lie on your back on the grass. <br />- On hot days, drink lots of water and lie under a shady tree. <br />- When you're happy, dance around and wag your entire body.<br />- No matter how often you're scolded, don't buy into the guilt thing and pout! Run right back and make friends. <br />- Delight in the simple joy of a long walk. <br />- Eat with gusto and enthusiasm. Stop when you have had enough. <br />- Be loyal. Never pretend to be something you're not.<br />- If what you want lies buried, dig until you find it. <br />- When someone is having a bad day, be silent, sit close by and nuzzle them gently.nikkihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10728938574048876337noreply@blogger.com2