tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38194162040983972822024-03-13T22:24:36.975-10:00E Komo MaiWelcome to my PARADISE...tamarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17225471788000929238noreply@blogger.comBlogger13125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3819416204098397282.post-41963701803944751132008-12-27T01:21:00.005-10:002008-12-27T01:38:54.012-10:00Merry Christmas From Heaven<div align="center"></div><p align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdbakCOZjl4/SVYP8JhaOxI/AAAAAAAAAMo/MdQoFOx9XDs/s1600-h/n89800821_30464318_1766%5B1%5D.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284428738788473618" style="WIDTH: 168px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdbakCOZjl4/SVYP8JhaOxI/AAAAAAAAAMo/MdQoFOx9XDs/s200/n89800821_30464318_1766%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><div align="center">I still hear the songs<br />I still see the lights<br />I still feel your love<br />on cold wintery nights</div><div align="center"><br />I still share your hopes<br />and all of your cares<br />I'll even remind you<br />to please say your prayers</div><div align="center"><br />I just want to tell you<br />you still make me proud<br />You stand head and shoulders<br />above all the crowd</div><div align="center"><br />Keep trying each moment<br />to stay in His grace<br />I came here before you<br />to help set your place</div><div align="center"><br />You don't have to be<br />perfect all of the time<br />He forgives you the slip<br />If you continue the climb</div><div align="center"><br />To my family and friends<br />please be thankful today<br />I'm still close beside you<br />In a new special way</div><div align="center"><br />I love you all dearly<br />now don't shed a tear<br />Cause I'm spending my<br />Christmas with Jesus this year</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="left"> Lynne, I missed you this Christmas so much. I missed going into your room and seeing you already awake waiting to open presents. I missed your smile and laughter as you opened your knew pajamas or dress or toys. I missed going in and watching your knew movie that you got for Christmas that you wouldn't ever watch after that. I missed your leg shaking with excitement as you saw your knew presents. I missed the hi and the smile Christmas morning as we got you ready in your wheelchair to look at your stocking. I missed it all this year...</div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="left"> I miss the way the house felt when you were around, more smiles and not so many tears. A part of me isn't there anymore now that you're gone...sometimes my heart just hurts because I feel empty without you in my life. It hurts to go into your room and you aren't there...Tanea misses having you there too. The house feels so empty and mom hardly smiles anymore...you were the one that could always bring a smile to her face. </div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="left"> I miss you more then words can express. My heart hurts when I think of the times that you'll miss...so watch over in Heaven so we can one day reminisce. I'm grateful for the memories that we've had that I will always remember you by. I know you are whole now and free to dance and sing and run like you couldn't do on earth. I can't wait until the day when I can dance with you. Save me a place next to you ok? I will always love you sis!</div>tamarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17225471788000929238noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3819416204098397282.post-79667501571577322802008-11-17T22:31:00.004-10:002008-11-17T22:35:10.295-10:00I Am Libra Here Me Roar!!!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdbakCOZjl4/SSJ9n_SJIOI/AAAAAAAAALg/JjdTn0Ol65M/s1600-h/libra.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 155px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdbakCOZjl4/SSJ9n_SJIOI/AAAAAAAAALg/JjdTn0Ol65M/s200/libra.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269912639932801250" border="0" /></a><br />You’re born under the sign of Libra, which represents the element of air, or the intellect. You’re most definitely a thinker — you like to use your mind to tackle problems. Libra is the seventh sign of the zodiac, which refers to relationships of all sorts and your connection to the world around you.<br /><br />People know you as someone who loves to socialise. Your outgoing nature and love of communicating brilliant ideas to people around you is one of your strengths. You’re rarely at a loss for words … even on your worst day you have the gift of the gab!<br /><br />You not only have the ability to share your ideas in a very natural way; you also have charm in the way you convey your feelings. This is another of your very positive traits. Even people who don’t agree with what you have to say can’t resist you and will usually behave well around you — you’re simply a nice person.<br /><br />Your love of communication makes you an excellent mediator and negotiator. Coupled with the fact that you’re always reasonable in the way you deal with people, this means your friends and co-workers can always depend on your having a balanced viewpoint, even in the fiercest of arguments.<br /><br />In fact, if there’s a problem with you, it comes out of the fact that you’re so good at seeing all the sides of a problem and staying impartial. This makes it hard for you to commit to one side of an argument — you don’t want to be seen as biased, and you want everyone to like you!<br /><br />What ends up happening is that the way you get everyone’s approval is by agreeing with everyone. This is not a good idea, because you’re agreeing to things for the wrong reasons: to keep everyone on side, rather than because you’re firmly committed to something. Try not to do this, because it can mess up your dealings with people. You don’t need to bend over so far just to be accepted.<br /><br />Making decisions is an area in which you excel, but again, don’t jump to conclusions simply to please others. You have the ability to look at all sides of an issue, so use it. Sometimes you get stressed if you feel you’re being obstructed somehow. The answer is to get all the relevant facts; running off and asking others to support you will just confuse things.<br /><br />And anyway, if you look inside yourself you’ll realise that you can rely on your own experiences. You don’t need to use others as a crutch for your decisions.<br /><br />When you get to know people, you are perfectly comfortable sharing your feelings with them, and you’ll go to some trouble to make them feel at ease. You create harmony in your environment to match the harmony in your character.<br /><br />This relates to the fact that your ruling planet is Venus. This is a soft and gracious planet, and feminine by nature. Your softer side is expressed in pretty much everything you do — the way you entertain guests, the type of home furnishings you like to buy, the clothes you wear and even your personal grooming.<br /><br />All these things express the natural flair and grace which is part of that Venus temperament. There’s no way others won’t notice your style. People see you as elegant and tasteful — and that’s people who know you well as well as people who’ve just met you.<br /><br />You often make a great first impression because you are such a good communicator and connect so easily with people; this makes you an ace networker. Some people believe you must have an ulterior motive because you are dealing with so many people at once, but it’s really just that you absolutely love socialising and partying. You are a real ‘people person’.<br /><br />Because Venus is the planet of love, you seek love this in everything you do, and particularly in relationships. Finding your soulmate is a big dream, perhaps even your most significant life mission — you will go to great lengths to meet lots and lots of people. Who knows where you’ll find the right one? You have a lot to give to the person you feel is your perfect match.<br /><br />Very few Librans find the peace and satisfaction they’re looking for until they’ve connected with that special person. Once this happens, they can really get into their work, family and other domestic affairs with energy.<br /><br />Librans born between the 4th and 13th of October are a little wacky by nature but harmless. If that's you, life is a bundle of fun and you can expect the unexpected from time to time. You like the surprises that life throws at you.<br /><br />Libra is a movable air sign, which means there’s creativity in you. You are quick to grasp ideas, and you have a need to produce works of art and unusual or original things. You bring a touch of art to anything you do. Remember to incorporate this part of you into all your life’s activities; you’ll be richly rewarded.tamarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17225471788000929238noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3819416204098397282.post-9950271818432987872008-10-31T01:26:00.007-10:002008-10-31T02:07:24.165-10:00Birthday Bash Part 3<div style="text-align: center;">WARNING...Beep beep...WARNING...To get the full effect of Tamara's birthday bash please start at Part 1.<br /></div><br />Now...for the moment you've all been waiting for! The end to my quarter of a century birthday. As I told you before I have some pretty amazing friends who went above and beyond their call of duty...and you will soon see why.<br /><br />When we got home Hannah had the greatest birthday presents waiting for me EVER...<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Contemplating what is in the bag...dun, dun, dun<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdbakCOZjl4/SQrs7V8rLgI/AAAAAAAAAJs/Oi6JbuGwWqI/s1600-h/IMG_3270.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdbakCOZjl4/SQrs7V8rLgI/AAAAAAAAAJs/Oi6JbuGwWqI/s200/IMG_3270.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263279618783915522" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">I am coming out of the closet...I am a Edward GROUPIE!!! I LOVE EDWARD!!! I feel so relieved to get that off my chest.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdbakCOZjl4/SQrs715Zc2I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/yul-WxZfU14/s1600-h/IMG_3272.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdbakCOZjl4/SQrs715Zc2I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/yul-WxZfU14/s200/IMG_3272.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263279627360105314" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Hannah is da best mom ever...she buys me slippahs when mine get holes...I wear these 24/7 12 months a year...see my happy face.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sdbakCOZjl4/SQrs7j3TCZI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/i1DIgK1_pAA/s1600-h/IMG_3271.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sdbakCOZjl4/SQrs7j3TCZI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/i1DIgK1_pAA/s200/IMG_3271.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263279622519458194" border="0" /></a><br /><br />After I opened my presents i was then locked in my room for about an hour...I could hear strange smells and sounds coming from the kitchen where 3 lil Polys were brewing something up. An hour later I received a mysterious phone call telling me to meet at the pavilion. I wonder who that was...<br /><br />SURPRISE!!! They had made a beautiful cake Poly style<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdbakCOZjl4/SQrwMu6hyrI/AAAAAAAAAKM/ZJxVe5pX76U/s1600-h/IMG_3286.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdbakCOZjl4/SQrwMu6hyrI/AAAAAAAAAKM/ZJxVe5pX76U/s200/IMG_3286.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263283216078457522" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sdbakCOZjl4/SQrwNadAcYI/AAAAAAAAAKU/emTT-Tk6BW0/s1600-h/IMG_3326.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sdbakCOZjl4/SQrwNadAcYI/AAAAAAAAAKU/emTT-Tk6BW0/s200/IMG_3326.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263283227765797250" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdbakCOZjl4/SQrwMEn3WnI/AAAAAAAAAKE/HpkUWZ_vPq0/s1600-h/IMG_3277.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdbakCOZjl4/SQrwMEn3WnI/AAAAAAAAAKE/HpkUWZ_vPq0/s200/IMG_3277.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263283204725889650" border="0" /></a><br /><br />After the cake Urshi and Matu decided to duel it out on their ukuleles...<br />While I was listening to the jam session, which by the way was a pretty sneaky decoy...I got the Samoan Birthday Surprise...and boy was I surprised...<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"> Before After<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdbakCOZjl4/SQrySV0tEqI/AAAAAAAAAKc/fDmCh_dt3U4/s1600-h/IMG_3284.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdbakCOZjl4/SQrySV0tEqI/AAAAAAAAAKc/fDmCh_dt3U4/s200/IMG_3284.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263285511445615266" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdbakCOZjl4/SQryTlIxRXI/AAAAAAAAAK0/MBXcY7coCUw/s1600-h/IMG_3342.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdbakCOZjl4/SQryTlIxRXI/AAAAAAAAAK0/MBXcY7coCUw/s200/IMG_3342.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263285532736177522" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"> Before After<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdbakCOZjl4/SQryTK76GzI/AAAAAAAAAKs/JzrIHkASV3M/s1600-h/IMG_3280.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdbakCOZjl4/SQryTK76GzI/AAAAAAAAAKs/JzrIHkASV3M/s200/IMG_3280.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263285525702908722" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdbakCOZjl4/SQrySxL7EKI/AAAAAAAAAKk/SxxyfJ-_vKY/s1600-h/IMG_3338.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdbakCOZjl4/SQrySxL7EKI/AAAAAAAAAKk/SxxyfJ-_vKY/s200/IMG_3338.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263285518790758562" border="0" /></a><br /><br />But...Pay back was sweet!!! Buahaha!!!<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sdbakCOZjl4/SQr0A3u-6DI/AAAAAAAAALE/dD_gMr2MUa8/s1600-h/IMG_3366.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 190px; height: 142px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sdbakCOZjl4/SQr0A3u-6DI/AAAAAAAAALE/dD_gMr2MUa8/s200/IMG_3366.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263287410334033970" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdbakCOZjl4/SQr0BsMCKoI/AAAAAAAAALM/QGZIPJiVSf4/s1600-h/IMG_3370.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 169px; height: 226px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdbakCOZjl4/SQr0BsMCKoI/AAAAAAAAALM/QGZIPJiVSf4/s200/IMG_3370.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263287424414526082" border="0" /></a></div> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdbakCOZjl4/SQrzb_GkYfI/AAAAAAAAAK8/zX_t2rqgsgQ/s1600-h/IMG_3347.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 193px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdbakCOZjl4/SQrzb_GkYfI/AAAAAAAAAK8/zX_t2rqgsgQ/s200/IMG_3347.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263286776656847346" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdbakCOZjl4/SQr0CD3WP2I/AAAAAAAAALU/Rk9hWbO7A94/s1600-h/IMG_3386.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 257px; height: 193px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdbakCOZjl4/SQr0CD3WP2I/AAAAAAAAALU/Rk9hWbO7A94/s200/IMG_3386.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263287430770212706" border="0" /></a><br /><br />The Perfect Ending to a Quarter of a Century<br /></div><br /><br /></div>tamarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17225471788000929238noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3819416204098397282.post-17621521576505813332008-10-31T00:19:00.014-10:002008-10-31T01:24:33.336-10:00Birthday Bash Part 2<div style="text-align: center;">Now the fun REALLY begins...<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />You can't have a birthday on the town with the girls without getting all dolled up and maybe a little vain...Cheehoooo!!!!<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdbakCOZjl4/SQrjJwW7I1I/AAAAAAAAAIk/Q8hj6ejOBWc/s1600-h/IMG_3172.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 348px; height: 261px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdbakCOZjl4/SQrjJwW7I1I/AAAAAAAAAIk/Q8hj6ejOBWc/s320/IMG_3172.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263268871275225938" border="0" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdbakCOZjl4/SQripzF4foI/AAAAAAAAAIc/IV6gb5gjGH8/s1600-h/IMG_3167.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 121px; height: 94px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdbakCOZjl4/SQripzF4foI/AAAAAAAAAIc/IV6gb5gjGH8/s320/IMG_3167.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263268322253241986" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdbakCOZjl4/SQrk4Bgzm9I/AAAAAAAAAI0/Gzi0EiExXiY/s1600-h/IMG_3177.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 143px; height: 106px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdbakCOZjl4/SQrk4Bgzm9I/AAAAAAAAAI0/Gzi0EiExXiY/s320/IMG_3177.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263270765665688530" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdbakCOZjl4/SQrjKIIQ_cI/AAAAAAAAAIs/fNSrkHP0uIA/s1600-h/IMG_3176.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 94px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdbakCOZjl4/SQrjKIIQ_cI/AAAAAAAAAIs/fNSrkHP0uIA/s320/IMG_3176.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263268877656194498" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="file:///C:/Users/shannah/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" />There are so many wonderful places to eat here in Hawaii....but none beats my favorite restaurant...TODAI. For all of you who don't know what I am talking about let me just show you...After all, a picture speaks a thousand words.<br /><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdbakCOZjl4/SQrhKftOLxI/AAAAAAAAAH8/jzWKtBtOCGo/s1600-h/desert.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdbakCOZjl4/SQrhKftOLxI/AAAAAAAAAH8/jzWKtBtOCGo/s200/desert.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263266684961959698" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdbakCOZjl4/SQrheycZsLI/AAAAAAAAAIM/HZ3DdWvPVIo/s1600-h/Sushi.gif"> <img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdbakCOZjl4/SQrheycZsLI/AAAAAAAAAIM/HZ3DdWvPVIo/s200/Sushi.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263267033589067954" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdbakCOZjl4/SQrhe_Ftv2I/AAAAAAAAAIE/uvLTWZj2UBM/s1600-h/yum.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 188px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdbakCOZjl4/SQrhe_Ftv2I/AAAAAAAAAIE/uvLTWZj2UBM/s200/yum.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263267036983574370" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sdbakCOZjl4/SQrhwpdLNwI/AAAAAAAAAIU/2DGrS4EqWUY/s1600-h/shrimp.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 189px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sdbakCOZjl4/SQrhwpdLNwI/AAAAAAAAAIU/2DGrS4EqWUY/s200/shrimp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263267340414039810" border="0" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Need I say more???<br /><br />GREAT food...Check! Great friends...Check! HEAPS of fun...Check!!!<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdbakCOZjl4/SQrmAmBMMQI/AAAAAAAAAJM/Vqew44DltDU/s1600-h/IMG_3217.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 182px; height: 136px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdbakCOZjl4/SQrmAmBMMQI/AAAAAAAAAJM/Vqew44DltDU/s320/IMG_3217.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263272012415774978" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sdbakCOZjl4/SQrmAT50Z9I/AAAAAAAAAJE/OWcM-5aEB54/s1600-h/IMG_3210.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 183px; height: 138px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sdbakCOZjl4/SQrmAT50Z9I/AAAAAAAAAJE/OWcM-5aEB54/s320/IMG_3210.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263272007553017810" border="0" /></a></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdbakCOZjl4/SQrl_l-ohxI/AAAAAAAAAI8/z9MZXNVgR3c/s1600-h/IMG_3211.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdbakCOZjl4/SQrl_l-ohxI/AAAAAAAAAI8/z9MZXNVgR3c/s320/IMG_3211.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263271995225179922" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Mirror Mirror on the wall...who's the most prettifulz of them all??? Haha...notha vain moment!!!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sdbakCOZjl4/SQrm4WawrhI/AAAAAAAAAJU/M9v1yzd5O0M/s1600-h/IMG_325.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sdbakCOZjl4/SQrm4WawrhI/AAAAAAAAAJU/M9v1yzd5O0M/s320/IMG_3215.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263272970300730898" border="0" /></a><br /><br />What happens to a Fijian and a Samoan when they are full?<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdbakCOZjl4/SQrn0DgAMzI/AAAAAAAAAJk/wYMEHwiDSjo/s1600-h/IMG_3267.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 201px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdbakCOZjl4/SQrn0DgAMzI/AAAAAAAAAJk/wYMEHwiDSjo/s320/IMG_3267.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263273996014596914" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdbakCOZjl4/SQrnz73seeI/AAAAAAAAAJc/3cf-RX7CMBc/s1600-h/IMG_3252.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdbakCOZjl4/SQrnz73seeI/AAAAAAAAAJc/3cf-RX7CMBc/s320/IMG_3252.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263273993966483938" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Again...Need I say more???<br /><br /><br /></div>tamarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17225471788000929238noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3819416204098397282.post-68156800868606624212008-10-30T23:50:00.008-10:002008-10-31T00:18:39.343-10:00Birthday Bash Part 1<div style="text-align: justify;">So I promised knew blog posts and I know I've been awful at doing it. It's midnight now and I am wide awake so I thought, what the hell why not update my blog.<br /><br />The world was blessed with a very special person 25 years ago at 7:00am on October 5th. Can you guess who this special person is???? You guessed it...Your's TRULY!!!<br /><br />This year I wasn't too excited to be turning a quarter of a century...can you blame me? Actually...it was pretty down right depressing...I realized that a quarter of a century more I would be half a century old!!! Sorry to all those of you reading that are close or passed...hehe! But I had some great friends who pulled me out of my misery and showed me a good time.<br /><br />The day started out serving our fellow men here in Kahuku Hawaii. A couple of great friends went with me to a service project that I was assigned to do for my internship...I know, I know, all of you were thinking I was doing the service on my birthday because I am such a kind hearted person, sorry to disappoint you...;) But it was great anyway. The Kidney Foundation was doing free screenings and they needed volunteers to help the people fill out their paperwork.<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdbakCOZjl4/SQra_pAO27I/AAAAAAAAAGg/su_immMm1qM/s1600-h/IMG_3159.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdbakCOZjl4/SQra_pAO27I/AAAAAAAAAGg/su_immMm1qM/s320/IMG_3159.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263259901409287090" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">While there we also got to meet Representative Magaoy along with some other amazing members of Kahuku who gave us all free pizza, Tshirts, bumperstickers and posters all about him...not too bad for a service project ya!<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdbakCOZjl4/SQrZGwdDBHI/AAAAAAAAAGY/YygYm2373CI/s1600-h/IMG_3160.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdbakCOZjl4/SQrZGwdDBHI/AAAAAAAAAGY/YygYm2373CI/s320/IMG_3160.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263257824645022834" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">After the service project we came home for a little break and refreshment before getting ready to go out for the REAL birthday celebrations.<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdbakCOZjl4/SQrYgJG4EWI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/SPlZqY5KV_U/s1600-h/IMG_3163.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdbakCOZjl4/SQrYgJG4EWI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/SPlZqY5KV_U/s320/IMG_3163.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263257161248018786" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"> Knock Knock...who's there? Orange...Orange who?<br /> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Orange you glad to see me!!!</span></div>tamarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17225471788000929238noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3819416204098397282.post-41781581440216903132008-10-12T00:43:00.007-10:002008-10-12T01:19:02.883-10:00It's been so long...Sorry everyone for taking so long to write...I've been crazy busy starting my new semester..and final semester of my bachelor life!!! Wahoo!!! I will be graduating on December 13th with my Bachelors in Social Work...YAY!!! So I am doing my internship at Kahuku Medical Center focusing on Psychosocial assessments and crisis intervention. So weird description for basically two simple words PAPER WORK!!! And so starts my life as a social worker...haha! I do a lot with the geriatric unit, that is my main focus, and if any emergencies that happen require a Social Worker then we are also called in. But my main focus has been with the elderly. It's been kind of rough just because I am not used to such a slow pace, and it's not very exciting in the geriatric unit...which is probably a good thing because if it gets exciting that means someone has died. But its given me a lot of great learning experience that I know I can use in the future.<br /><br />More to come with the recent happenings...to be CONTINUED!!!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdbakCOZjl4/SPHYUoNZbxI/AAAAAAAAAF4/KLe45_naDcw/s1600-h/IMG_3157.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdbakCOZjl4/SPHYUoNZbxI/AAAAAAAAAF4/KLe45_naDcw/s320/IMG_3157.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256220089020673810" /></a><br /><br />Picture of the new mural they painted on the hospital to make it more appealing...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdbakCOZjl4/SPHYE_ytOhI/AAAAAAAAAFw/0uT6xOCE2lA/s1600-h/IMG_3156.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdbakCOZjl4/SPHYE_ytOhI/AAAAAAAAAFw/0uT6xOCE2lA/s320/IMG_3156.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256219820473268754" /></a><br /><br />The rest of the mural...it takes up the whole side of the hospital.tamarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17225471788000929238noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3819416204098397282.post-72532980496222203742008-06-25T05:19:00.007-10:002008-06-25T05:46:59.581-10:00In Loving Memory of Monalisa Soli<meta equiv="CONTENT-TYPE" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><title></title><meta name="GENERATOR" content="OpenOffice.org 2.3 (Linux)"> <style type="text/css"> <!-- @page { size: 8.5in 11in; margin: 0.79in } P { margin-bottom: 0.08in } --></style><div style="text-align: center;">March 21, 1987 - June 16, 2008
<br /></div><p style="margin-bottom: 0in;" align="justify"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdbakCOZjl4/SGJlbBI-zZI/AAAAAAAAAFI/88ocNvBO8oE/s1600-h/n514254622_1011033_662%5B1%5D.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdbakCOZjl4/SGJlbBI-zZI/AAAAAAAAAFI/88ocNvBO8oE/s320/n514254622_1011033_662%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215842833285434770" border="0" /></a></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0in;" align="justify"><span style="font-size: 13pt;font-size:100%;" >This is in honor of a great friend, sister, daughter, and one of the most wonderful person the world has been blessed with. On June 16, 2008 Monalisa was killed in a car accident on her way to visit her sister in Las Vegas. The world lost an amazing person that day. I don't really have the words to describe Lisa except AMAZING. She co</span><span style="font-size: 13pt;font-size:100%;" >uld make any bad day seem bright. She was the friendliest person you have ever</span><span style="font-size: 13pt;font-size:100%;" > </span><span style="font-size: 13pt;font-size:100%;" >met. Her sense of humor is indescribable. Man, if you know Lisa you know </span><span style="font-size: 13pt;font-size:100%;" >what I'm talking about. Every minute was an adventure with Lisa, for the good and the bad...haha!!! Brings a smile to my face just thinking about it. There was never a dull moment. I'm gonna miss Monalisa really bad, but I figure God must have needed her up in Heaven to make him laugh. I wish all of you could have gotten to know this amazing girl, bu</span><span style="font-size: 13pt;font-size:100%;" >t her memories will live on and shared so she will never be forgotten. May yo</span><span style="font-size: 13pt;font-size:100%;" >u rest in peace Lisa until we meet again. Alofa Atu sis!</span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0in;" align="justify"><span style="font-size: 13pt;font-size:100%;" >
<br /></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0in;" align="justify"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdbakCOZjl4/SGJnzHFamvI/AAAAAAAAAFo/ERmcnha1oUA/s1600-h/lisafireknife.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdbakCOZjl4/SGJnzHFamvI/AAAAAAAAAFo/ERmcnha1oUA/s320/lisafireknife.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215845446221208306" border="0" /></a></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;">Lisa will try anything...a few weeks ago there was a fire knife competition at PCC and she competed even though she hadn't ever done it and she placed 3rd. She's one tough cookie...
<br /></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0in;" align="justify"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdbakCOZjl4/SGJnEzV9Z0I/AAAAAAAAAFY/PN57p3aRkU8/s1600-h/lisa+in+uniform.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdbakCOZjl4/SGJnEzV9Z0I/AAAAAAAAAFY/PN57p3aRkU8/s320/lisa+in+uniform.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215844650647906114" border="0" /></a></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;">Lisa in her ROTC uniform...work it girl!</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0in;" align="justify"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sdbakCOZjl4/SGJmS0LO49I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/F5sZqDdjsQs/s1600-h/culture+nite+011.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sdbakCOZjl4/SGJmS0LO49I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/F5sZqDdjsQs/s320/culture+nite+011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215843791877891026" border="0" /></a></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;">Hannah, Lisa and Lily during culture night
<br /></p> tamarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17225471788000929238noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3819416204098397282.post-74838359286602528712008-06-17T12:50:00.010-10:002008-06-17T21:41:25.238-10:00Cliff Jumping at the POINT!!!<div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212989200447215954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdbakCOZjl4/SFhCDuaamVI/AAAAAAAAADw/xTkQYY_rEsM/s320/B580043A3C1A633543D246%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" />One of the heart pumping...or maybe heart stopping depending on how the jump goes...haha...is cliff jumping at the Point. A bunch of us girls decided to go jump the Point. If any of u's have been here the cliff at the Point is hella high. Compare it to Waimea's Rock and add about 20 more feet plus crashing waves that can hurl you into the jagged rocks...sounds exhilirating ya...WAHOO!!! </div><div align="center"><br /> </div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213053149466680738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdbakCOZjl4/SFh8ODExXaI/AAAAAAAAAEY/bQglAVHLHPU/s320/IMG_2658.JPG" border="0" /> </div><div align="center">The girls before we took the plundge and some random chinese guy that wanted to be in our picture... but only his back side...Ha ha ha!!!<br /><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213053441197231954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdbakCOZjl4/SFh8fB2wT1I/AAAAAAAAAEg/9lzK-EUNYfw/s320/IMG_2644.JPG" border="0" /> <p align="center"> Hannah and miss thang... </p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213122529346390626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdbakCOZjl4/SFi7UfRHCmI/AAAAAAAAAE4/vvmH3l1epKc/s320/IMG_2651.JPG" border="0" /> <p align="center"> BOMBS Away!!!<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213122969329205826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdbakCOZjl4/SFi7uGVMAkI/AAAAAAAAAFA/lYx1gmz-mCg/s320/IMG_2650.JPG" border="0" /><br />Some random Haoli guys were there jumping too and when this one jumped it was a perfect picture...for more then one reason...CHOOHOOO!!!<br /><br /></p>tamarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17225471788000929238noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3819416204098397282.post-89104564970067263532008-06-06T19:40:00.003-10:002008-06-06T19:47:36.031-10:00ONO!!!!Ono means "good" in Hawaiian. And there is no betta food then an ono plate lunch. This is one of the delicious examples of why I gain so much weight here in Hawaii, but no matter, life would be so sad without good Hawaiian food. My favorite is "Sea" food. I see food and I eat it!!!!<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209010806681325554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdbakCOZjl4/SEofuutpT_I/AAAAAAAAADk/UWPgtjkoGAM/s320/IMG00241.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br />Hawaii is known for it's rich foods such as Teriyaki Chicken, Kalua Pig, Taro, Purple sweet potatoes, Poke (raw fish) and last but not least chicken long rice...mmmmmmm!!! I know I have your mouth watering right now...Hawaii isn't just the pineapples and mangos, there is so much more. Those of you that have been here know exactly what I'm talking about....ONO!!!<br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdbakCOZjl4/SEofuutpT_I/AAAAAAAAADk/UWPgtjkoGAM/s1600-h/IMG00241.jpg"></a>tamarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17225471788000929238noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3819416204098397282.post-79582011632774025302008-06-01T21:15:00.003-10:002008-06-03T19:36:04.386-10:00Happiness...I was thinking today about happiness and what it is. I mean we all are looking for happiness, but what exactly is happiness? And when do we finally achieve it? We all have our momentary stages of happiness, say when we get an A on a paper, or get that job we really wanted, our first baby, our first husband (haha) oh wait, I mean eternal marriage to our only husband. But what is eternal happiness? When are we just happy forever, and not just for the moment.<br /><br /><em>There are as many nights as days, and the one is just as long as the other in the year's course. Even a happy life cannot be without a measure of darkness, and the word 'happy' would lose its meaning if it were not balanced by sadness. --Carl Jung</em><br /><br />I've realized in my own life that I am in desperate need for that eternal happiness. I am tired of settling for that momentary happiness. I've moved here and there, all over the place searching for that kind of eternal happiness. But everytime I get to where I think I will acheive it, it just isn't there. We've all heard the old saying,"The grass is always greener on the other side."<br /><p><em>"We all live with the objective of being happy; our lives are all different and yet the same." Anne Frank<br /></em></p><p>Is that eternal happiness a choice? Is it when we finally decide that's what we want, we make our lives fit such? Or is it just something that we try to attain our entire lives? We always hear the gospel is God's Plan for our Happiness. But along that plan there are those many trials and bumps on the road that bring very much sorrow and pain into our lives. So is the happiness I desire just something that is just not attainable in this lifetime and is something that I will try to reach my whole life just to fall short? I hope not...</p><p><em>To get up each morning with the resolve to be happy…is to set our own conditions to the events of each day. To do this is to condition circumstances instead of being conditioned by them.--Ralph Waldo Emerson<br /></em></p><p><em> </p></em><em></em>tamarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17225471788000929238noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3819416204098397282.post-30332103199340784032008-05-31T18:52:00.009-10:002008-05-31T19:05:51.080-10:00Ricks Clan<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdbakCOZjl4/SEIs8z0x_hI/AAAAAAAAADQ/dNfXZd23CWs/s1600-h/Picture_601%5B1%5D.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206773542409076242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdbakCOZjl4/SEIs8z0x_hI/AAAAAAAAADQ/dNfXZd23CWs/s320/Picture_601%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a>Sadly I don't get to see these kids that often. Ilene lives in Idaho with her 3, 2 boys and a girl. So I only get to see them on holidays if I am in Utah. I sure miss them all too!!!<br /><br /><br /><br />Rylan and Nathan posing for the camera.<br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdbakCOZjl4/SEIshj0x_gI/AAAAAAAAADI/YtfH8nWmZL4/s1600-h/Picture_604%5B1%5D.jpg"></a> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdbakCOZjl4/SEIshj0x_gI/AAAAAAAAADI/YtfH8nWmZL4/s1600-h/Picture_604%5B1%5D.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206773074257640962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdbakCOZjl4/SEIshj0x_gI/AAAAAAAAADI/YtfH8nWmZL4/s320/Picture_604%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><br /></div><div><br />The Little Princess in her Easter dress.<br /><p align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdbakCOZjl4/SEIshj0x_gI/AAAAAAAAADI/YtfH8nWmZL4/s1600-h/Picture_604%5B1%5D.jpg"></a></p><br /><div><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdbakCOZjl4/SEIshj0x_gI/AAAAAAAAADI/YtfH8nWmZL4/s1600-h/Picture_604%5B1%5D.jpg"></a> </div><br /><br /></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><p> </p></div>tamarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17225471788000929238noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3819416204098397282.post-30634449793598328322008-05-31T18:10:00.006-10:002008-05-31T18:30:56.234-10:00Horton ClanOne of the things I miss the most about living in Hawaii is I don't get to spend time with my nieces and nephews. Before I left to Hawaii I got to spend time with Michele's half dozen. That's right, she has 4 beautiful daughters and two very handsome sons. They are so freakin CUTE!!! I am one lucky auntie! So here are some pictures so you can all see what an adorable family they are. I am so blessed!!!<br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdbakCOZjl4/SEIj4j0x_cI/AAAAAAAAACk/2ztXQXY2GC0/s1600-h/IMG00135.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206763573789982146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdbakCOZjl4/SEIj4j0x_cI/AAAAAAAAACk/2ztXQXY2GC0/s320/IMG00135.jpg" border="0" /></a> Here are a picture of the 4 Diva's: Madison, Mckenzie, Mallory and Mikayla</div><div align="center"><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdbakCOZjl4/SEIjeT0x_ZI/AAAAAAAAACM/UQKJABhz6lY/s1600-h/IMG00149.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206763122818416018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sdbakCOZjl4/SEIjeT0x_ZI/AAAAAAAAACM/UQKJABhz6lY/s320/IMG00149.jpg" border="0" /></a> We like to get a little bit crazy sometimes!<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdbakCOZjl4/SEIjej0x_aI/AAAAAAAAACU/B2zIIRTLTyg/s1600-h/IMG00168.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206763127113383330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sdbakCOZjl4/SEIjej0x_aI/AAAAAAAAACU/B2zIIRTLTyg/s320/IMG00168.jpg" border="0" /></a> MooMoo is so funny, she has the greatest personality!</div><div align="center"><br /></div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdbakCOZjl4/SEIjez0x_bI/AAAAAAAAACc/gwJAnuH8XZE/s1600-h/IMG00160.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206763131408350642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sdbakCOZjl4/SEIjez0x_bI/AAAAAAAAACc/gwJAnuH8XZE/s320/IMG00160.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"></a></p>Just me and Mckenzie posing for the camera...<br /><br /><div align="center"></div><p>I don't have any pictures of the boys yet, so those are to come on a later day. They are quite handsome though. :)<br /></p>tamarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17225471788000929238noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3819416204098397282.post-56141205452930937222008-05-31T13:19:00.003-10:002008-05-31T13:40:28.925-10:00Aloha...<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sdbakCOZjl4/SEHhvT0x_WI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Vn4q9DqV1t4/s1600-h/IMG00187.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206690847108758882" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sdbakCOZjl4/SEHhvT0x_WI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Vn4q9DqV1t4/s320/IMG00187.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;">I'm knew to this whole blogging thing. But it seems to be the going fad and I figure I had better get in on it quick. I wanted to have this blog to update everyone on the happenings in my life and where in the world I am since I move all the time. Luckily it's only between Utah and Hawaii so far. But we will see where life takes me in the next year. But for now I am back in Paradise. I am currently just working. I started a nonprofit organization in 2006, doing in-home care for the elderly here in Hawaii. I am basically setting up this company alone along with the help of my Board of Directors, thank goodness for them! Then come August I will be doing my internship at Kahuku hospital in the E. R. and also in the geriatric unit. Then December I will FINALLY graduate with my Bachelors degree in Social Work. From there life has no boundaries and who knows where it will take me.<br /><br />Here is a little update on my life with lots more to come...</span><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;">Mahalo Nui Loa and Aloha wau ia 'oe nui loa!!!</span></div></div>tamarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17225471788000929238noreply@blogger.com1