<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-922048453655703314</id><updated>2012-01-31T19:02:30.651-08:00</updated><category term='Good News Moment'/><category term='tags'/><category term='Twlight'/><category term='friends'/><title type='text'>The Life of Nia...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheguyver.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/922048453655703314/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheguyver.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Nia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12619400144463393654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/SIqwpvOi9UI/AAAAAAAAADg/tcAjxX8SDwY/S220/nia'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>29</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-922048453655703314.post-8784471642540968455</id><published>2011-03-06T17:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T18:46:24.395-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The many faces of Chloe!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DaiKKWixS-U/TXRFAzmFeSI/AAAAAAAAAVU/Sqa1mqlUSBk/s1600/282.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DaiKKWixS-U/TXRFAzmFeSI/AAAAAAAAAVU/Sqa1mqlUSBk/s200/282.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581161718371154210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LvIf9YeZ11o/TXQ8bofPfHI/AAAAAAAAAUk/vlFiMA1IKhI/s1600/276.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JqoJ6roz-hU/TXRFAUtC6-I/AAAAAAAAAVM/Z9O4E2Abvl4/s1600/281.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JqoJ6roz-hU/TXRFAUtC6-I/AAAAAAAAAVM/Z9O4E2Abvl4/s200/281.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581161710078847970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5a_CixMTG0s/TXQ8dI9w6OI/AAAAAAAAAVE/DhXADuC4IHg/s1600/280.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5a_CixMTG0s/TXQ8dI9w6OI/AAAAAAAAAVE/DhXADuC4IHg/s200/280.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581152309539301602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--fK9kSdN_S8/TXQ8cuTbLFI/AAAAAAAAAU8/ytVgLE958xA/s1600/279.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--fK9kSdN_S8/TXQ8cuTbLFI/AAAAAAAAAU8/ytVgLE958xA/s200/279.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581152302382394450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-71lMrEN7FMs/TXQ8cMm_O4I/AAAAAAAAAU0/amudLvA7jIM/s1600/278.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-71lMrEN7FMs/TXQ8cMm_O4I/AAAAAAAAAU0/amudLvA7jIM/s200/278.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581152293337643906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VOmvmxahx-c/TXQ8b2FyznI/AAAAAAAAAUs/4kUhtlOMeyU/s1600/277.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VOmvmxahx-c/TXQ8b2FyznI/AAAAAAAAAUs/4kUhtlOMeyU/s200/277.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581152287292837490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LvIf9YeZ11o/TXQ8bofPfHI/AAAAAAAAAUk/vlFiMA1IKhI/s1600/276.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LvIf9YeZ11o/TXQ8bofPfHI/AAAAAAAAAUk/vlFiMA1IKhI/s200/276.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581152283641478258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this little girl... She seriously cracks me up. I don't get to see her as much as I would like to. But one weekend, when Kaika was gettin baptized, I had a few min to sit with her. Just her and I. I asked for a smile and these are the faces that I got in return. One right after the other. It was awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you Chole-bird!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/922048453655703314-8784471642540968455?l=sheguyver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheguyver.blogspot.com/feeds/8784471642540968455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=922048453655703314&amp;postID=8784471642540968455' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/922048453655703314/posts/default/8784471642540968455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/922048453655703314/posts/default/8784471642540968455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheguyver.blogspot.com/2011/03/many-faces-of-chloe.html' title='The many faces of Chloe!!!'/><author><name>Nia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12619400144463393654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/SIqwpvOi9UI/AAAAAAAAADg/tcAjxX8SDwY/S220/nia'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DaiKKWixS-U/TXRFAzmFeSI/AAAAAAAAAVU/Sqa1mqlUSBk/s72-c/282.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-922048453655703314.post-471529626379430589</id><published>2011-03-03T21:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T00:49:44.710-08:00</updated><title type='text'>KALEI!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY KALEI!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's some of the top 10 reasons why we LOVE you!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. She has a fabulous sense of humor!!!  She always has us laughing!&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;2. She loves to dance and is great at it!&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;3. She loves taking care of babies and will be a fabulous mom someday!!&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;4. She loves animals and hopes someday she won't be allergic to them&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;5. She loves to be tickled by her dad&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;6. She loves to snuggle with her mom and can often be found in her bed in the morning.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;7. She loves to help cook&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;8. She is always trying to do what is right&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;9. She loves to wear skirts and all things girly!&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;10. She is a daddy's girls!!&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;We love Kalei!!!  She is so much fun and such a sweet girl!!  She  is tender hearted and we are so grateful to have her as part of our  family!!!&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/922048453655703314-471529626379430589?l=sheguyver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheguyver.blogspot.com/feeds/471529626379430589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=922048453655703314&amp;postID=471529626379430589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/922048453655703314/posts/default/471529626379430589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/922048453655703314/posts/default/471529626379430589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheguyver.blogspot.com/2011/03/kalei.html' title='KALEI!!!!!'/><author><name>Nia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12619400144463393654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/SIqwpvOi9UI/AAAAAAAAADg/tcAjxX8SDwY/S220/nia'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-922048453655703314.post-6412158582166552178</id><published>2011-02-08T21:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T23:14:32.207-08:00</updated><title type='text'>KALANI!!!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/TVI-vLtTcPI/AAAAAAAAAUc/K0PxP_hECTY/s1600/kalani.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/TVI-vLtTcPI/AAAAAAAAAUc/K0PxP_hECTY/s200/kalani.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571584669328306418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;  Happy Happy Birthday to my sweet nephew Kalani. He's 11 now. And just the thought of it makes me feel old! Even though you're far away Kalani, know that I love you TONS!! And love all the moments that I do get to spend with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's just a few reasons why we love you Kalani! I hope you have a GREAT birthday! I love you TONS bud!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;11. He is very talented at music-he can pick something and just start  playing it especially on the ukulele-I found him playing the hymns the  other Sunday-just picking the notes but it was total sight reading-he  wasn't looking at his fingers at all-he makes us jealous-he plays 4  instruments-the bass, piano,ukulele, and saxophone.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;10. Love his laugh-when he thinks something is funny-he really thinks  it's funny-it fun to watch him lose control because he is laughing so  hard&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;9. He is an amazing student-he works really hard and expects to get  an A-hence the reason he always had straight As-he's really smart too!&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;8. He is thoughtful-he is always concerned with those around him and  wants to make sure they are happy-he especially takes really good care  of his sisters&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;7. He is very determined and persistent&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;6. He loves sports and loves to play them-baseball, basketball, football, ping pong he loves them all&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;5. He is diligent and consistent-he never fails to read his scriptures and say his prayers-more than I can say for me :)&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;4.He loves to play games-not just sports but board games and video games&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;3.This also kind of goes along with the music-but he loves to listen  to music-sing it-don't tell him I told you that-he really enjoys it&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;2. He is a great brother and big brother-he is a great friend to Kawika and takes really good care of the girls&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;1. He is so much fun!!  He has a great sense of humor, is kind and  loves to have fun!!  We love him and he is such an amazing part of our  family!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE US ALL!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/922048453655703314-6412158582166552178?l=sheguyver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheguyver.blogspot.com/feeds/6412158582166552178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=922048453655703314&amp;postID=6412158582166552178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/922048453655703314/posts/default/6412158582166552178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/922048453655703314/posts/default/6412158582166552178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheguyver.blogspot.com/2011/02/kalani-happy-birthday.html' title='KALANI!!!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!'/><author><name>Nia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12619400144463393654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/SIqwpvOi9UI/AAAAAAAAADg/tcAjxX8SDwY/S220/nia'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/TVI-vLtTcPI/AAAAAAAAAUc/K0PxP_hECTY/s72-c/kalani.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-922048453655703314.post-8978711069118540836</id><published>2011-01-11T23:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T01:47:58.745-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY MAI MAI!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/TS12lOZbNNI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/K0QSIPwPzXg/s1600/Pomai.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/TS12lOZbNNI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/K0QSIPwPzXg/s200/Pomai.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561231496764404946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my lil Cruncha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot believe that this little girl is 11 years old today. She moved home when she was about 1 1/2. I remember her being so small, its just crazy to think that she's not that lil baby anymore. I've watched her grow-up right before my eyes and still I can't believe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here is my present to you my dear!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Top 11 reasons why we love YOU!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.  You're a good friend! You love your friends and are so good at helping them!&lt;br /&gt;10. You're a great big sister! You're always so helpful. You take care of your brother with a lot of love and lots of smarts.&lt;br /&gt;9. You're a great helper! You're always so willing to help in any way you can. I love that about you.&lt;br /&gt;8. Your creativity! I love how you love to cook and create.&lt;br /&gt;7. Snuggles! I love snuggling with you. I love that you will just come sit down next to me just to snuggle even if its just for a min. But I also know that we ALL love your snuggles.&lt;br /&gt;6. Your love of learning! I love that you love learning and soaking up any new bit of knowledge that you can. Its so fun to watch you learn.&lt;br /&gt;5. Your tender heart! You've got such a sweet, soft and wonderful heart. You're always so thoughtful towards others. Don't ever lose that!!!&lt;br /&gt;4. Your blond hair! No one else looks as good as you with that blond hair. No one in this family pulls it off like you do. It totally matches you. It makes you stand out... In a good way. You glow my dear! You're golden with it!&lt;br /&gt;3. Your smile! It totally lights up your whole face. And makes others want to smile too!&lt;br /&gt;2. Your send of humor! Girl you crack us up! You're so witty and quick with your words. Its like they just flow out of you! Its AWESOME!&lt;br /&gt;1. Your giggle! Its so contagious! When you laugh we have to laugh too! There's no way you cannot laugh when hearing you giggle!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're SO amazing and wonderful! Don't you EVER forget that! Or I'm gonna give you the hand, no matter how old you are! We love and appreciate all that you do, say, and add to our family! I hope you have a most fabulous day! Wish I could be there with you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nana loves and miss you!! Everyone LOVES you too!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/922048453655703314-8978711069118540836?l=sheguyver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheguyver.blogspot.com/feeds/8978711069118540836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=922048453655703314&amp;postID=8978711069118540836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/922048453655703314/posts/default/8978711069118540836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/922048453655703314/posts/default/8978711069118540836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheguyver.blogspot.com/2011/01/happy-birthday-my-mai-mai.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY MAI MAI!!!!!'/><author><name>Nia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12619400144463393654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/SIqwpvOi9UI/AAAAAAAAADg/tcAjxX8SDwY/S220/nia'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/TS12lOZbNNI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/K0QSIPwPzXg/s72-c/Pomai.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-922048453655703314.post-3777396484160309264</id><published>2010-12-16T20:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T20:52:20.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessings to be counted!!!</title><content type='html'>So last week I was a not so smart driver! I got distracted and got into an accident. TOTALLY my fault! My car is pretty sad. The other car... got a few scratches! Later I found out my car was totaled! So currently I'm out of a car. But even in the midst of a not-so-fabulous situation I've realized that I've got things to be thankful for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. No one was hurt in the accident! One or both of us could have been seriously injured. We were not.&lt;br /&gt;2. The lady that I hit was SO nice. We just chatted and cracked jokes the whole time.&lt;br /&gt;3. The damage to the other car was minimal.&lt;br /&gt;4. We had a nice, chill cop that took care of our accident report.&lt;br /&gt;5. I have loving family... mostly Marty (cause he's home during the day) and Pua... and friends who are willing to pick me up and take me places when I need to go somewhere... which is mostly work. Hehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/TQrr1T5w0yI/AAAAAAAAATc/oAySpZBZby4/s1600/391.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/TQrr1T5w0yI/AAAAAAAAATc/oAySpZBZby4/s200/391.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551508791795700514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/TQrr14qWpxI/AAAAAAAAATk/XKrZUcdRmL8/s1600/393.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/TQrr14qWpxI/AAAAAAAAATk/XKrZUcdRmL8/s200/393.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551508801663182610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/TQrr2OvZ2sI/AAAAAAAAATs/DehJfLM3ZFQ/s1600/394.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/TQrr2OvZ2sI/AAAAAAAAATs/DehJfLM3ZFQ/s200/394.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551508807589944002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sad car!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/TQrr2oMpOYI/AAAAAAAAAT0/U9IlorCZaqc/s1600/395.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/TQrr2oMpOYI/AAAAAAAAAT0/U9IlorCZaqc/s200/395.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551508814423472514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other car... those little white spots on the bottom of her bumper the "damage" to her car! Crazy huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COUNTING MY BLESSINGS!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/922048453655703314-3777396484160309264?l=sheguyver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheguyver.blogspot.com/feeds/3777396484160309264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=922048453655703314&amp;postID=3777396484160309264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/922048453655703314/posts/default/3777396484160309264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/922048453655703314/posts/default/3777396484160309264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheguyver.blogspot.com/2010/12/blessings-to-be-counted.html' title='Blessings to be counted!!!'/><author><name>Nia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12619400144463393654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/SIqwpvOi9UI/AAAAAAAAADg/tcAjxX8SDwY/S220/nia'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/TQrr1T5w0yI/AAAAAAAAATc/oAySpZBZby4/s72-c/391.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-922048453655703314.post-4346132009585224962</id><published>2010-12-12T21:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T21:00:41.628-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Turkey anyone?? No. How about milk?</title><content type='html'>HI EVERYONE!!! Alright so I know that I've TOTALLY been MIA on this thing...  But I'm workin on makin a come back. I've got stuff to write and share... just gotta work on finding the time post it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I thought I would share my adventure at work the other day. My boss asked my friend/sister Krystle and I to go to the Walmart to get milk... cause we were out. He asked us to get 20 gallons of 2% and 20 gallons of whole milk. Now, as crazy as this sounds, it happens fairly often that we run out of milk and we have to buy some until our next shipment comes in. This isn't the first time that I have gone to buy milk. But I did manage to get a picture this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/TQW0N4LCF3I/AAAAAAAAARc/0gSZj2ODbw8/s1600/412.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/TQW0N4LCF3I/AAAAAAAAARc/0gSZj2ODbw8/s200/412.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550040266313963378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We definitely got the funny looks and comments that went along with it. It was pretty funny.&lt;br /&gt;My boss also asked us to check into the price of Turkey's. Its on our menu... and was cheaper than our supplier. Sooo... he asked us to ask the nice people at Walmart if we could have 40 Turkeys... yes 40!!!! The poor lady... first she looked at us like we were crazy. Then she just looked tired as she ran around trying to work everything out for us. She was quite smart in the way that she figured out how to get everything rung up so we wouldn't have to actually wait in line with ALL 40 Turkeys. Genius right?!&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/TQW6KPIjfZI/AAAAAAAAAR0/h9Sktrh-8Ys/s1600/427.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/TQW6KPIjfZI/AAAAAAAAAR0/h9Sktrh-8Ys/s200/427.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550046800827874706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/TQW6KbKL38I/AAAAAAAAAR8/l_VRnN1M_Ic/s1600/428.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/TQW6KbKL38I/AAAAAAAAAR8/l_VRnN1M_Ic/s200/428.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550046804055941058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;All we had was our small SUV, the work car, that we brought. We weren't quite sure that it was all going to fit it all in the car. But we didn't want to make two trips. Krystle said we were just going to play Tetris. So we did. It was pretty awesome. We moved our seats forward and put the backs up so they were VERY straight and upright. We managed to fit the milk crates on the floor between the back and front seats. And well... besides our own seats, the turkeys took over... LITERALLY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/TQW8fdv0osI/AAAAAAAAASE/LObdSk-4iBA/s1600/414.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/TQW8fdv0osI/AAAAAAAAASE/LObdSk-4iBA/s200/414.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550049364551180994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my view when I turned around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/TQW8fiTe5cI/AAAAAAAAASM/tAWTlS93Qm8/s1600/415.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/TQW8fiTe5cI/AAAAAAAAASM/tAWTlS93Qm8/s200/415.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550049365774493122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Krystle driving like an old grandma lady, hugging the steering wheel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/TQW8gGZ_TMI/AAAAAAAAASU/OZ3udvMHDKc/s1600/416.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/TQW8gGZ_TMI/AAAAAAAAASU/OZ3udvMHDKc/s200/416.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550049375465458882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the last place for things to go... still more turkey by me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/TQW-UbA3eFI/AAAAAAAAASs/fFzz_ZL7ICo/s1600/418.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/TQW-UbA3eFI/AAAAAAAAASs/fFzz_ZL7ICo/s200/418.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550051373862058066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/TQXAAODCrZI/AAAAAAAAATE/BvE3feaPoIg/s1600/421.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/TQXAAODCrZI/AAAAAAAAATE/BvE3feaPoIg/s200/421.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550053225807392146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of our milk the was right behind us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/TQW8gTvB6_I/AAAAAAAAASc/cy1OuaA2T2c/s1600/417.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/TQW8gTvB6_I/AAAAAAAAASc/cy1OuaA2T2c/s200/417.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550049379043372018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/TQW__8wwp8I/AAAAAAAAAS8/ekh_hd-tN50/s1600/420.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/TQW__8wwp8I/AAAAAAAAAS8/ekh_hd-tN50/s200/420.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550053221167310786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The back seat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/TQW__ok_4MI/AAAAAAAAAS0/b1RaZ3PBvBI/s1600/419.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/TQW__ok_4MI/AAAAAAAAAS0/b1RaZ3PBvBI/s200/419.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550053215749267650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the back of the car!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/TQXAAuSmatI/AAAAAAAAATM/yCDG6louqzU/s1600/422.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/TQXAAuSmatI/AAAAAAAAATM/yCDG6louqzU/s200/422.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550053234462583506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, so we were pretty proud of ourselves! And our boss got a good laugh out of it. I think he does it sometimes just for the entertaining stories we come back with. Hehehe.... and those poor Walmart works thought we weren't gonna make it all fit! BUT WE DID IT!!! YAY FOR US!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/922048453655703314-4346132009585224962?l=sheguyver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheguyver.blogspot.com/feeds/4346132009585224962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=922048453655703314&amp;postID=4346132009585224962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/922048453655703314/posts/default/4346132009585224962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/922048453655703314/posts/default/4346132009585224962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheguyver.blogspot.com/2010/12/adventures-at-work.html' title='Turkey anyone?? No. How about milk?'/><author><name>Nia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12619400144463393654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/SIqwpvOi9UI/AAAAAAAAADg/tcAjxX8SDwY/S220/nia'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/TQW0N4LCF3I/AAAAAAAAARc/0gSZj2ODbw8/s72-c/412.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-922048453655703314.post-8000417815596458044</id><published>2009-08-17T20:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T20:52:19.008-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wedding</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here's a couple pictures from my friend Sarah's wedding.... I'll get more and post them later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/SoolHQugfOI/AAAAAAAAARE/3B7FWc-LzLo/s1600-h/bridesmaid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/SoolHQugfOI/AAAAAAAAARE/3B7FWc-LzLo/s200/bridesmaid.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371146312272084194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me in my dress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/Sooj0MrOgcI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/CraabQ2H_8o/s1600-h/bouquet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 160px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/Sooj0MrOgcI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/CraabQ2H_8o/s200/bouquet.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371144885255438786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kahi and I made this! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/922048453655703314-8000417815596458044?l=sheguyver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheguyver.blogspot.com/feeds/8000417815596458044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=922048453655703314&amp;postID=8000417815596458044' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/922048453655703314/posts/default/8000417815596458044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/922048453655703314/posts/default/8000417815596458044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheguyver.blogspot.com/2009/08/wedding.html' title='The Wedding'/><author><name>Nia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12619400144463393654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/SIqwpvOi9UI/AAAAAAAAADg/tcAjxX8SDwY/S220/nia'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/SoolHQugfOI/AAAAAAAAARE/3B7FWc-LzLo/s72-c/bridesmaid.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-922048453655703314.post-7056248931990452821</id><published>2009-08-17T19:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T20:22:52.818-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm BACK!!</title><content type='html'>Hahahaha... okay so MY BAD!!  Sorry that I haven't been blogging in FOREVER!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got lots to write about... but we'll start out with my hair cut. In June, one of my best friends Sarah got married. I was the maid of honor in her wedding. The weekend of the wedding... with Kahi's help...  I decided to cut my hair! I had been planning on it, just not so soon! So here's the pictures from my hair cut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/SoodpDVwu-I/AAAAAAAAAQc/UOJnmnK5f2Q/s1600-h/before.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/SoodpDVwu-I/AAAAAAAAAQc/UOJnmnK5f2Q/s200/before.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371138096701160418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/Soodpi9kWoI/AAAAAAAAAQk/rNygK4p1ElU/s1600-h/haircut.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/Soodpi9kWoI/AAAAAAAAAQk/rNygK4p1ElU/s200/haircut.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371138105189620354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/SoodqAOKJnI/AAAAAAAAAQs/i2I9Nw0IOXU/s1600-h/after.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 160px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/SoodqAOKJnI/AAAAAAAAAQs/i2I9Nw0IOXU/s200/after.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371138113043834482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;There it is folks!!! I love it. I didn't even know my hair was capable of looking this cute or being this healthy. But apparently it is. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/922048453655703314-7056248931990452821?l=sheguyver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheguyver.blogspot.com/feeds/7056248931990452821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=922048453655703314&amp;postID=7056248931990452821' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/922048453655703314/posts/default/7056248931990452821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/922048453655703314/posts/default/7056248931990452821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheguyver.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m BACK!!'/><author><name>Nia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12619400144463393654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/SIqwpvOi9UI/AAAAAAAAADg/tcAjxX8SDwY/S220/nia'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/SoodpDVwu-I/AAAAAAAAAQc/UOJnmnK5f2Q/s72-c/before.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-922048453655703314.post-1140398703638773144</id><published>2008-12-22T19:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T22:32:54.697-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good News Moment</title><content type='html'>I have a couple things that I wanted to share....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I get to go home to  Laie in a couple days. I'm SO ready to go. I'm excited to be with my family again, see some friends, and to just hang out and take a break from Utah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I've decided to receive my endowments when I go home. It's a big move and decision for me. But it is also time for me to go. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(For those who are wondering... yes, this is just for me. And no, this isn't because marriage is around the corner.) &lt;/span&gt;I've had a lot of trials come my way. They have only made me stronger and brought me closer to Heavenly Father. I've had to learn to rely on my family, my true friends, myself and Heavenly Father more then ever.&lt;br /&gt;I'm excited that I get to go through the Laie temple and that my parents will be there with me. I look forward to the day when I can go with my whole family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/SVBvS0HrI9I/AAAAAAAAAPk/m5HYH3ig-Ko/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 113px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/SVBvS0HrI9I/AAAAAAAAAPk/m5HYH3ig-Ko/s200/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282844731924751314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/922048453655703314-1140398703638773144?l=sheguyver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheguyver.blogspot.com/feeds/1140398703638773144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=922048453655703314&amp;postID=1140398703638773144' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/922048453655703314/posts/default/1140398703638773144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/922048453655703314/posts/default/1140398703638773144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheguyver.blogspot.com/2008/12/good-news-moment.html' title='Good News Moment'/><author><name>Nia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12619400144463393654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/SIqwpvOi9UI/AAAAAAAAADg/tcAjxX8SDwY/S220/nia'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/SVBvS0HrI9I/AAAAAAAAAPk/m5HYH3ig-Ko/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-922048453655703314.post-7787655117426569719</id><published>2008-12-21T20:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T19:47:50.020-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trials to be had... Lessons to be learned....</title><content type='html'>So this past week of life has been... interesting and very trying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat Dec 13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a long day and night at work I decided that I would be social and go to my single's branch Christmas party. It was in Bountiful... which is about 20 min south of where I live. I went and had fun. A snow storm was starting to hit, so we left. It was after 1am by this time. Well I didn't get that far. Sparing the details... I spun out on the freeway and hit the wall. Luckily no one else was involved... no one was near me... and I wasn't hurt either. PLUS there was minimal damage to my car. And YES.... it happened in SLOW MOTION!!!! I tried to reverse, but was stuck in the snow. I looked over to see that a car had pulled over. It hadn't even been a full minute yet. I saw someone walking over. A guy opened my door and asked if I was okay. I told him that I was but couldn't get out of the snow. So he and his friends... about 6 guys... all pushed me out of the snow and back onto the road. The same guy checked on me again to make sure I was okay and said to drive safely.&lt;br /&gt;I was VERY grateful for those guys who stopped to help. They were all in nice clothes and still got dirty. i never did get their names or anything but I hope that they know how grateful I am to them.&lt;br /&gt;Eventually I did make it home safely... I finally made it to a part of the freeway that was plowed!!!! Called a friend on the way home to help me calm down. But didn't go til sleep til 3am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sun Dec 14&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I woke up it was snowing HARD! I had to be at the chapel early, so I hurried and got ready. Plowed myself out so I could drive. I got to the chapel just fine. No accidents. After church when I got to my car... it wouldn't stop. Apparently I had left my headlights on the whole 3 1/2 hours. I called my lovely brother-in-law Marty to come and jump my car.&lt;br /&gt;I also stayed up late for other reasons... that are just too dumb to mention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mon Dec 15&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a long day of work I headed down to Provo to help a friend with a project. I was over tired and frustrated with a few things. So after I helped my friends I went over to my sister Kahi's house. I stayed up late talking to Kahi and Mike... thanks again for that... and it helped a lot. It had already started snowing pretty good. I figured that the freeways wouldn't be plowed yet, and didn't wanna drive in it so I stayed the night at their house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tue Dec 16&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up... it was STILL snowing!!! I left as soon as I could. Normally it is an hour drive from Kahi's to my place. Because of the snow... it took me 2 hours. I was overly tired and started falling asleep. But stopped to get food. I had to call my co-woker and switch her shifts so she could open the store for me because I wasn't going to make it back in time. I finally made it back, changed and drove to work. On the drive to work... which is only about 1 mile... my car sounded HORRIBLE!! I wasn't sure what it was. When I got to work I discovered... a falt tire!!! HOORAY FOR ME!!! So after another long day of work... and getting out late... I went outside in 30 degrees to change my tire. My friend Sarah was with me and helping. Yes... I know how to change a tire!!!! BUT I've also never had to change one when its 30 degrees outside. I was having some trouble... so I called MARTY!!!! AGAIN! Poor thing!!! But right when he was on his way over some nice guy came to helped to loosen the lug nuts for me. So Marty didn't have to come!&lt;br /&gt;Lets just say by the end of the night I was DONE and asked Marty for a blessing. I also stayed up late too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wed Dec 17&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't a bad day... just long. I did feel better about things over all too! I was still overly exhausted too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thur Dec 18&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They day was going pretty good. Until... later that is. I went over to my sister Pua's house to use her computer to pay a bill. No one was home at the time. As I walked out I checked to make sure the door was locked. I got to my car to realize... my keys were still in the house! So this time its 33 degrees outside. I'm locked out of Pua's house AND my car. I'm wearing jeans, a long sleeve shirt and a hoodie! THAT'S IT!!!! I called Pua... cause I was ALWAYS calling Marty... she was still in schoool in Salt Lake. So I called Marty, he was in Sandy on his way home. But it would still take him an hour to come home. So I ended up walking to the gas station. It took me about 40 min to get there. I was pretty much numb when I did get there. I bought some hot chocolate and went across the street to the grocery store to wait for Marty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fri Dec 19&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I worked a double and hoped things would be okay if I just stayed in one spot!!! There was a bad storm, so Marty was nice enough to check up on me to see if I was okay. Which I was. The whole was actually okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat Dec 20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up and got stuff done. I even made a list of things that I needed to get done. I made my way over to the post office to have them stop my mail while I'm home. On my way out I realize... My keys are still in the ignition. FABULOUS!!!! So I called for Marty AGAIN to come to my rescue. He did. He brought a hanger and was able to unlock my car pretty quickly... HOORAY FOR MARTY!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I went to Pua's to get some stuff done. And as I was leaving to do a few mre things I got called into work early. So nothing else got done. Work for the most part was pretty good. BUT I did get the LAST party of the night... the manager thought she would volunteer me. So sweet of her right?! Yah... well, we close the store at 10pm. This party stayed til 1145pm. So I didn't even get out til after mid night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sun Dec 21 TODAY....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up and my body hurt ALL OVER! So I crawled back into bed. And didn't wake up til 12. Church starts at 1230. LOL! I eventaully did make it to church. But during Sunday school my asthma started acting up, I thought I would go out for a few min to see if I could stop the attack from coming on. As I am passing people to get out of class this guy puts something in my hand and says Merry Christmas. I thank him, but I'm REALLY confused. Outside  I see that he's given lip gloss. Odd, but okay. After I get my asthma under better control I walk back into the chapel and run into my ex! WONDERFUL! It actually wasn't all that horrible or awkward. We talked and caught up. The awkward part was when everyone walked out of Sunday school and saw us an kept staring at us. And that poor guy that had given me the lip gloss looked mad and disappointed. And then it was embarassing when my branch pres came up to me while I'm talking with this guy to ask me if I will give the closing prayer in sac mtg. I agree. Then he looks at me and says, Is this someone I should know? We both laughed. I said not neccisarily, and then introduced him. GOSH!! AWKWARD!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Then after sac mtg we had a linger longer... and that same guy who gave me the lip gloss was ONE person away from me the whole time. I don't even know what to think. I have only talked to him once... at the branch christmas party. And JUST learned his name. I'm sorry to say but he's one of those very odd people in singles wards! AND I was confused even more because he was sitting by the same girl in sunday school and sac mtg who is NOT HIS SISTER!!! Now I'm REALLY confused!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's been my week everyone!! With that said.... hahahahahaha all I gotta say is story of my life I tell ya!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, but really. There are things that I'm grateful for. I'm very grateful that I have a brother-in-law who is willing to come and help me when I call. I'm grateful that I'm comfortable enough to ask him for a blessing or to just call him to come help me. I'm grateful for siblings who help me anytime that I need it. I'm grateful for strangers who are willing to help.&lt;br /&gt;With all of things going on I can't help but say SATAN YOU SUCK!!! And then wonder what Heavenly Father is trying to teach me. What lesson do I need to learn from this? What can I take from this whole experience? How can I become a better person? How do I strengthen myself? Its also helped me rely on Heavenly Father a lot more. Its allowed me to open up to him and say "PLEASE HELP ME!!!!!" when I can't think of anything else to say.&lt;br /&gt;Its amazing the lessons you can learn while going through experiences like this. The things that are brought into perspective and brought to light are amazing. And although I'm sure I still have lessons to learn from this week... knowing that I will make is through this is comforting. Knowing that I have people around me that are there for me and that care is a big help and a wonderful gift. Knowing that I have this gospel in my life brings me joy that can't be described. And knowing that Heavenly Father is there for me and loves me no matter what is priceless.&lt;br /&gt;I've tried to make the best out of this lovely week... and although its been hard and I haven't been all that positive, I think I'm getting hang of it. Hopefully I continue to do so.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to everyone who has helped me!! I love and appreciate you all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/922048453655703314-7787655117426569719?l=sheguyver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheguyver.blogspot.com/feeds/7787655117426569719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=922048453655703314&amp;postID=7787655117426569719' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/922048453655703314/posts/default/7787655117426569719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/922048453655703314/posts/default/7787655117426569719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheguyver.blogspot.com/2008/12/trials-to-be-had-lessons-to-be-learned.html' title='Trials to be had... Lessons to be learned....'/><author><name>Nia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12619400144463393654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/SIqwpvOi9UI/AAAAAAAAADg/tcAjxX8SDwY/S220/nia'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-922048453655703314.post-8175880343555586269</id><published>2008-11-30T22:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T21:08:59.887-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>My OTHER best friend....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So like most people I have a best GIRL friend... Kelly AND a best GUY friend... Nela!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/STNpfQMdJ4I/AAAAAAAAAOU/E8GsIjsF9IE/s1600-h/sadiehawkins.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 153px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/STNpfQMdJ4I/AAAAAAAAAOU/E8GsIjsF9IE/s200/sadiehawkins.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274675574225053570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Nela and I met Fall semester 2000 at BYU-Hawaii. We had a class together, and the rest is history! For those of you know the rest of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; story.... KEEP IT TO YOURSELF!! HAHAHA... no fo real! (Esp YOU KELLY!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nela and I... well... we've been through A LOT! I think even that's an understatement. But oh well... we've had the good, bad, ugly, pretty, hash... and everything in between.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably one of my favorite memories of Nela is.... one night we went to Kaneohe to go to the movies. One the way home, I didn't feel like driving so I told him to drive since he was pretty much my ONLY friend that knew how to drive a stick shift car. I probably should not have let him drive mostly cause he's Nela. Oh well... too late now. So we're driving home... and we're right by the sewer plant thing. Right where there's that ONE stop light. Well we were coming up to the light... and its red. But Nela's not slowing down. There isn't anyone at the cross street waiting to come out... but he's still not slowing down. THEN WE GO THROUGH THE RED LIGHT!!! I automatically hit him of course... and asked him the hell he was doing. His response.... "I thought it was gonna turn green by the time we got there!" Of course... I slapped him again!!! I couldn't believe that he just did that. Of course when the shock wore off... I was laughing. Its totally something that he WOULD do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/STNs2ShCz7I/AAAAAAAAAOc/r4wv0HkE71c/s1600-h/groupminigolf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 137px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/STNs2ShCz7I/AAAAAAAAAOc/r4wv0HkE71c/s200/groupminigolf.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274679268520153010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nela's favorite story... or one of them anyways would involve he and I and a few friends going on a hike. And me showing off my amazing balance! More like me falling and rolling down a hill. But that's all I'm saying about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing that I love about Nela is his smile! You can't help but smile back at him... Its contagious! Its one of the first things you notice about him. He's also hilarious... lil bit off but hilarious nonetheless... maybe that's why we get along so well. Hmmm... LOL! he can definitely dish out some humble pie... he can also take  it too. He loves to dance and sing... esp loves. performing in front of a crowd... something that he is really good at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/STNpfHPKhaI/AAAAAAAAAOM/zAkV3eA1QWw/s1600-h/tonganvillage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 102px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/STNpfHPKhaI/AAAAAAAAAOM/zAkV3eA1QWw/s200/tonganvillage.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274675571820496290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admire Nela's love for the gospel. His faith is never ending, no matter what. He always does what's right. Throughout the years that I've known him, he has taught me so many times to have faith and rely on Heavenly Father. He's been and continues to be such an amazing example to be. He shows a Christ-like love to all those that he comes in contact with, no matter who you are, where you come from, your past, or your current circumstances. There was one particular experience that happened years ago and I didn't find out the whole story and why he made the choices that he did til recently. When I finally understood I was in awe. That's probably the best way to put it. I suddenly admiring him so much more. He choose to do the right thing even if he knew that it would hurt someone else. He chose to listen the his heart, the spirit, and honor his priesthood. During some of my "hard-times", I'll talk to Nela, by the end of our conversation I'm laughing my head off and I don't have a care in the world. He has an amazing talent to help people forget what is keeping them down, remember the good things in life and lifts them up without them even being aware of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a more serious note... Nela has been there for me through it all. With the exception of ONE night that was VERY unexpected, I haven't seen Nela since he left Hawaii in 2003 to go home to Tonga so he could get ready for his mission. As life would have it... we haven't been able to spend more than a couple hours together. And in the five years since he left... we've been in separate countries the whole time. Through all that we've been through our friendship has only gotten stronger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm grateful and very blessed to have Nela not only in my life but as my best friend. I wouldn't want it any other way. Hope you're birthday is amazing!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love ya... you OLD FART!!! LOL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/922048453655703314-8175880343555586269?l=sheguyver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheguyver.blogspot.com/feeds/8175880343555586269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=922048453655703314&amp;postID=8175880343555586269' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/922048453655703314/posts/default/8175880343555586269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/922048453655703314/posts/default/8175880343555586269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheguyver.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-other-best-friend.html' title='My OTHER best friend....'/><author><name>Nia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12619400144463393654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/SIqwpvOi9UI/AAAAAAAAADg/tcAjxX8SDwY/S220/nia'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/STNpfQMdJ4I/AAAAAAAAAOU/E8GsIjsF9IE/s72-c/sadiehawkins.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-922048453655703314.post-3253328009305688057</id><published>2008-11-30T21:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T21:46:28.715-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The newest addition!!!</title><content type='html'>Recently we had a new lil one join our family!!! Kahi and Mike had their third lil one, a girl!! Her name is Chloe! She's of course, adorable!! I was fortunate enough to be there shortly after her birth. I loved just holding her! Its been awhile since I've held a new born. I loved it. It brought back a lot of memories for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She's just a few hours old!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/STN15PVH_PI/AAAAAAAAAOs/qPYHSDcTstU/s1600-h/IMG_3885.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/STN15PVH_PI/AAAAAAAAAOs/qPYHSDcTstU/s200/IMG_3885.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274689214809111794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/STN145UOFEI/AAAAAAAAAOk/cqPan0rNbd8/s1600-h/IMG_3878.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/STN145UOFEI/AAAAAAAAAOk/cqPan0rNbd8/s200/IMG_3878.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274689208899736642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to hold her for a LONG time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/STN15iaNX4I/AAAAAAAAAO0/YQimMaONcKQ/s1600-h/IMG_3895.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/STN15iaNX4I/AAAAAAAAAO0/YQimMaONcKQ/s200/IMG_3895.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274689219930709890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/STN3BpvOYsI/AAAAAAAAAO8/ReDrRwyi2GU/s1600-h/IMG_3896.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/STN3BpvOYsI/AAAAAAAAAO8/ReDrRwyi2GU/s200/IMG_3896.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274690458848486082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just before her first bath, that girl has some bombucha (big) feet! LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/STN3BwtPwOI/AAAAAAAAAPE/5-eYC2gDpHE/s1600-h/IMG_3921.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/STN3BwtPwOI/AAAAAAAAAPE/5-eYC2gDpHE/s200/IMG_3921.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274690460719235298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/STN3CVC6amI/AAAAAAAAAPM/fwroPJ0kdOk/s1600-h/IMG_3924.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/STN3CVC6amI/AAAAAAAAAPM/fwroPJ0kdOk/s200/IMG_3924.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274690470473788002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/STN3DJh_pnI/AAAAAAAAAPc/JbyCYSIjPIE/s1600-h/IMG_3935.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/STN3DJh_pnI/AAAAAAAAAPc/JbyCYSIjPIE/s200/IMG_3935.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274690484562798194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After her bath... the nurse even gave her a hair-do!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/STN3CnpSQmI/AAAAAAAAAPU/g1VrBnW_S5w/s1600-h/IMG_4049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/STN3CnpSQmI/AAAAAAAAAPU/g1VrBnW_S5w/s200/IMG_4049.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274690475466572386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to our family lil Chole! WE LOVE YOU!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/922048453655703314-3253328009305688057?l=sheguyver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheguyver.blogspot.com/feeds/3253328009305688057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=922048453655703314&amp;postID=3253328009305688057' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/922048453655703314/posts/default/3253328009305688057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/922048453655703314/posts/default/3253328009305688057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheguyver.blogspot.com/2008/11/newest-addition.html' title='The newest addition!!!'/><author><name>Nia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12619400144463393654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/SIqwpvOi9UI/AAAAAAAAADg/tcAjxX8SDwY/S220/nia'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/STN15PVH_PI/AAAAAAAAAOs/qPYHSDcTstU/s72-c/IMG_3885.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-922048453655703314.post-2164887513793216504</id><published>2008-11-30T19:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T20:47:11.104-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grateful and proud to be American!</title><content type='html'>I know that this is random and REALLY late... but I still think that its amazing and I wanted to share it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In memory of Sept 11th, there is something called "Healing Fields." They pretty much have a huge field full of flags for those who died that horrible day. The company that does these Healing Fields is based in Utah. They have it every year. But this year my first time. It was amazing. It made me very grateful for this wonderful country that I live in. And thankful for those who still continue to allow me to enjoy the freedoms that I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's some pictures that I took.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The flags seemed to go on FOREVER...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/STNi36yGYMI/AAAAAAAAANc/XZUU_TEcbyo/s1600-h/IMG_3722.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/STNi36yGYMI/AAAAAAAAANc/XZUU_TEcbyo/s200/IMG_3722.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274668301392699586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/STNiggRRLAI/AAAAAAAAAM8/_cFfoFJPpJo/s1600-h/IMG_3680.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/STNiggRRLAI/AAAAAAAAAM8/_cFfoFJPpJo/s200/IMG_3680.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274667899138681858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/STNigr-cAzI/AAAAAAAAANE/fCArBeCnwRg/s1600-h/IMG_3691.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/STNigr-cAzI/AAAAAAAAANE/fCArBeCnwRg/s200/IMG_3691.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274667902280926002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/STNig47bfsI/AAAAAAAAANU/WtxE3R9x2WM/s1600-h/IMG_3711.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/STNig47bfsI/AAAAAAAAANU/WtxE3R9x2WM/s200/IMG_3711.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274667905757970114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/STNig08MGhI/AAAAAAAAANM/hEP6jjue2cs/s1600-h/IMG_3698.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/STNig08MGhI/AAAAAAAAANM/hEP6jjue2cs/s200/IMG_3698.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274667904687413778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This flag has names listed on the stripes! It was really cool and I wanted one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/STNi5CBxjMI/AAAAAAAAAN0/VrlvcdPEVeM/s1600-h/IMG_3729.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/STNi5CBxjMI/AAAAAAAAAN0/VrlvcdPEVeM/s200/IMG_3729.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274668320517360834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/STNi4xHO8KI/AAAAAAAAANs/6rMwUgZ7hA8/s1600-h/IMG_3728.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/STNi4xHO8KI/AAAAAAAAANs/6rMwUgZ7hA8/s200/IMG_3728.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274668315976855714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/STNi4a6hLRI/AAAAAAAAANk/6Pcg8enLvOw/s1600-h/IMG_3726.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/STNi4a6hLRI/AAAAAAAAANk/6Pcg8enLvOw/s200/IMG_3726.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274668310017944850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This car is a tribute to fallen soldiers! Its beautiful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/STNjJosgThI/AAAAAAAAAOE/fXf77j0uw6s/s1600-h/IMG_3733.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/STNjJosgThI/AAAAAAAAAOE/fXf77j0uw6s/s200/IMG_3733.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274668605775040018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/STNjJJNfqlI/AAAAAAAAAN8/zsjDCewjnfE/s1600-h/IMG_3732.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/STNjJJNfqlI/AAAAAAAAAN8/zsjDCewjnfE/s200/IMG_3732.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274668597323475538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you live in Utah, you should take the opportunity and go at least once.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/922048453655703314-2164887513793216504?l=sheguyver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheguyver.blogspot.com/feeds/2164887513793216504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=922048453655703314&amp;postID=2164887513793216504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/922048453655703314/posts/default/2164887513793216504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/922048453655703314/posts/default/2164887513793216504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheguyver.blogspot.com/2008/11/grateful-and-proud-to-be-american.html' title='Grateful and proud to be American!'/><author><name>Nia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12619400144463393654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/SIqwpvOi9UI/AAAAAAAAADg/tcAjxX8SDwY/S220/nia'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/STNi36yGYMI/AAAAAAAAANc/XZUU_TEcbyo/s72-c/IMG_3722.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-922048453655703314.post-7891585789480280424</id><published>2008-11-16T19:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T20:19:39.240-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Good News Moment'/><title type='text'>Good News Moment!!!!</title><content type='html'>So I picked this up from my friend Ashlee, who got the idea from Relief Society. Its called "Good News Moment", its where I get to share something fun and exciting... AND this is also help me be more grateful for the amazing things in my life!!! I'm hoping to be this once a week... hopefully that's what happens!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I got a call this morning from our exec sec. He asked if I could meet with our Branch Pres for just a few min before church. I said sure, and didn't put much thought into it. When I started thinking about it, I figured he just wanted to update and on some things and had a few questions. Then suddenly it hit me... OH NO!! He's giving me a calling!!!! The horror hit!! LOL!&lt;br /&gt;I went over a few min early and waited. When I went in, we talked about a few things. Then I thought that maybe I was wrong. That my initial idea was correct. Then suddenly he says... Okay, that was the first part. I laughed.&lt;br /&gt;He did extend a calling to me, and told me about the process that happens when they are deciding on extending a calling. It all brought me such peace. He extended the calling of Visiting Teacher Supervisor. I also laughed at this, but new that it was the right thing for me.  Some of you know and some of you don't but I am absolutely HORRIBLE at visiting teaching. Which is why I laughed.&lt;br /&gt;I know why I got this calling. I know that its the right thing for me right now. Besides that, I don't really know how I feel about it. I do however have an even bigger respect for my Branch Pres. He's amazing and definitely follows the spirit and Heavenly Father. He said somethings to my in my interview and while I was set apart that were dead on correct, that I've never said to him. He's amazing and is called by God.&lt;br /&gt;So here's to a new chapter in my life!!!! HOORAY!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/922048453655703314-7891585789480280424?l=sheguyver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheguyver.blogspot.com/feeds/7891585789480280424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=922048453655703314&amp;postID=7891585789480280424' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/922048453655703314/posts/default/7891585789480280424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/922048453655703314/posts/default/7891585789480280424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheguyver.blogspot.com/2008/11/good-news-moment.html' title='Good News Moment!!!!'/><author><name>Nia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12619400144463393654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/SIqwpvOi9UI/AAAAAAAAADg/tcAjxX8SDwY/S220/nia'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-922048453655703314.post-5649784885851466260</id><published>2008-10-29T22:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T21:15:06.698-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving to Utah... Regrets?!</title><content type='html'>So recently in a conversation with a friend the topic of me moving to Utah came up. She knows why I came out here, but she asked in so many words if I regretted it or if I'm even happy here. That got me thinking... So here's my response...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As many of you know I moved to Utah on faith and a prompting. I knew that it was the right thing for me to do. I didn't understand why or even how it was all going to work out, but I knew it was what I needed to do for me. As I planned to move here things fell into place, which only confirmed that I needed to go. I moved into an basement apartment in Orem. Probably for the first 6 months I REALLY did not like the fact that I was in Utah. It wasn't horrible, it just wasn't where I wanted to be. I took a trip home that Christmas and realized how much I had gotten used to being on my own and how much I had grown. I came back to Utah with a bit of a better attitude. Although I will admit I still had a bit of a chip on my shoulder. I did get out a lil bit more and made some friends. I later moved into an amazing house and loved my roommates. I also got a job that I enjoyed a lot more. Although I still missed home a ton, and still told people I don't know what I was thinking when I left Hawaii, I was learning to love Orem and the life that I had... it only took me a year and a half. I enjoyed the two jobs I had, loved my bosses at BOTH jobs, I had wonderful roommates, loved my ward and bishop, and I had good friends. What more could I ask for right?! Well, Heavenly Father had other ideas. He felt it was time for me to move AGAIN! I was SO SO SO not happy. I mean, I know the man has a plan and purpose for everything BUT FOR REAL?! WHAT THE HECK?! If anything this prompting was even clearer and stronger then the one I got to move to Utah. I immediately craved that chip back on my shoulder that I had when I moved to Utah and that I had not too long before that had gotten rid of. But, I quickly quit both job and picked up my life and moved an hour north of where I was, to a little place called Clearfield. Luckily, I had my sister Pua up here with me (and Kahi in Provo), or else I might not have made it. Since moving to Clearfield... WOW! I have been challenged like I didn't even think possible. I had a plan, and when things did not come together as I thought they would have, I got very discouraged. I never questioned if I made the right move by picking up so quickly and moving because I knew that I did the right thing. But I questioned my purpose for being moved at all. I didn't see it. And even though I know that I may not see His purpose in the things that he does, it didn't help me stay positive. I struggled everyday. I still struggle. But after being here for 9 months, things are feeling more enjoyable and less like a struggle, which I LOVE! Things feel  like they're coming together. Things seem to be a lil better every day. I still get tested every day, but I have a renewed hope about life in general. Its very nice. I'm learning to let go of my bitterness and do away with that chip on my shoulder. I remind myself daily to find the simple pleasures of life!! To be that happy person I know I am.&lt;br /&gt;Overall, I'm so grateful for the experiences that I've had since moving to Utah. They have all not been enjoyable or pleasant. BUT I've been able to learn and grow so much. I've learned how to live with strangers... amazing, fun, crazy (literally), and unpleasant. Something that I really needed to learn was how to rely on my family more. I've always pretty independent. Its amazing when you move away to a place where you know few people (as few as I can in MY world, being from Laie, and Uncle Sam's daughter), I really learned that my family were the most constant people in my life that I could call upon at any time and they would be there for me. I learned to appreciate my parents both individually and together. I constantly catch myself doing things or remembering things that they taught me and worked so hard to instill in me. And some I admit I NEVER thought I'd care about, or I didn't even realize that I WAS listening and paying attention to what they were trying to teach me. I learned how to communicate better with family and friends. When you're so far apart there are so many things that can just be assumed... and we all know what assuming does... so through trial and error I've learned to not assume and communicate. I've learned who my REAL and TRUE friends are. I've learned to let go or distance myself from those who bring me down. I've learned to be grateful for the little things. I've realized how much I took home and all of Hawaii for granted, wish I never had, and know that I never will again. I've learned to take care of myself in so many ways that I had neglected before. Most of all I've learned to trust and rely on Heavenly Father. To have the faith that I need. My tetsimony has grown so much since I've come here. I can't even begin to explain all the I've learned and how much I've grown since coming here.... words wouldn't do it justice.&lt;br /&gt;My only 2 regrets... 1. Some of my stupid mistake that I've made, man I wish I could take some of those back. But I also realize that with those choices came the experiences that have made me who I am. 2. That I haven't had a better attitude about moving here. That I wasn't so bitter for so long. I know that there has been a plan all along. I know that there was and is still a purpose to me moving here. But I realize now that even though I moved here because I was doing the right thing I didn't do it with the right attitude. There's a difference in doing something willingly because you are asked, and doing it JUST because you were told and not really looking at it for what it truely is.&lt;br /&gt;My plan now... learn all that I can. Take every alst bit in... with the RIGHT attitude. Grow as much as I can... spiritually MUCH more then physically LOL! Work as hard as I can to have my own life plan match up with Heavenly Fathers. Learn to love Utah... as much as my mom does or at least close to it, appreciate all it has to offer and its beauty. And to smile and laugh my way through life!!! I'm sure there are hard times ahead... but now more then ever I realize I get to choose if those hard times are gonna get to me or not. Like my mom says... Water off a ducks back!!!! Or my favorite new motto... &lt;span id=":13"&gt;Life isn't about waiting for the storm to pass... its about learning to dance in the rain.&lt;br /&gt;Dancing here I come....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/922048453655703314-5649784885851466260?l=sheguyver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheguyver.blogspot.com/feeds/5649784885851466260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=922048453655703314&amp;postID=5649784885851466260' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/922048453655703314/posts/default/5649784885851466260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/922048453655703314/posts/default/5649784885851466260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheguyver.blogspot.com/2008/10/moving-to-utah-regrets.html' title='Moving to Utah... Regrets?!'/><author><name>Nia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12619400144463393654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/SIqwpvOi9UI/AAAAAAAAADg/tcAjxX8SDwY/S220/nia'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-922048453655703314.post-3227661449511309260</id><published>2008-10-28T23:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T19:13:06.166-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tags'/><title type='text'>Tagged by Lia... AGES AGO!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Picture Mem: Find pictures that fit the following categories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dream Vacation:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/SLbuq1249gI/AAAAAAAAAGY/yrE7hmNz8OM/s1600-h/venice.htm"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/SLbuq1249gI/AAAAAAAAAGY/yrE7hmNz8OM/s200/venice.htm" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239637636271371778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would love to go to Venice, Italy. Mostly cause that's my name and also cause I just think it would be cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/SLbuTxSKMfI/AAAAAAAAAFw/3Tnrq0GdjIs/s1600-h/nz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/SLbuTxSKMfI/AAAAAAAAAFw/3Tnrq0GdjIs/s200/nz.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239637239906578930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would also love to go to New Zealand. I just think its beautiful and since I haven't been out of the country yet, so hey why not right?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/SQlDS85UQRI/AAAAAAAAAMM/AyoWOGgxdLI/s1600-h/laie_lds_mormon_temple1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/SQlDS85UQRI/AAAAAAAAAMM/AyoWOGgxdLI/s200/laie_lds_mormon_temple1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262811632422371602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay but FOR REAL... what I'd REALLY LOVE to do for a vacation is go around the USA and Canada to visit all the temples. Drive all over the country and sight see. PLUS see the temples. Then later I'd like to go around the world to see the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dream Car:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/SLbueQqPd-I/AAAAAAAAAGI/GgW9Mmcp2LE/s1600-h/stowngo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/SLbueQqPd-I/AAAAAAAAAGI/GgW9Mmcp2LE/s200/stowngo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239637420127778786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/SLbt_R7rLNI/AAAAAAAAAFo/H7hC2LuvMUo/s1600-h/insidestowngo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/SLbt_R7rLNI/AAAAAAAAAFo/H7hC2LuvMUo/s200/insidestowngo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239636887893388498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its all about stow-n-go!!!! Seriously, I'm not only really all about vans... yet anyway... but I'm sure as a mom I'm gonna want or even need a van. And when that time comes... it'll be all about stow-n-go!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/SLbvICGk9kI/AAAAAAAAAGw/6flAbVVYp4s/s1600-h/frontier.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/SLbvICGk9kI/AAAAAAAAAGw/6flAbVVYp4s/s200/frontier.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239638137774601794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But really... I like trucks! I don't know that I have a specific truck that I'm really into at the moment. But I'd MUCH rather have a truck then a van!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Favorite Place to Shop:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay... so really I don't have a fav place to shop. PLUS I don't really go shopping, partially cause I'm poor and partially cause I don't have the patience to shop. But here are some of the places that I do shop when I do... or that I have been recently anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/SLbuqt-BzFI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/dYnXtZdp4tw/s1600-h/target.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/SLbuqt-BzFI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/dYnXtZdp4tw/s200/target.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239637634153827410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/SLbueEe3ZiI/AAAAAAAAAGA/9QRzMNotqK8/s1600-h/ross.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/SLbueEe3ZiI/AAAAAAAAAGA/9QRzMNotqK8/s200/ross.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239637416858838562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/SLburOGlF8I/AAAAAAAAAGg/R61ayjY9XUw/s1600-h/walmart.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/SLburOGlF8I/AAAAAAAAAGg/R61ayjY9XUw/s200/walmart.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239637642779629506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Favorite Flower:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/SLbudoZrhBI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Xg3X5ln6qGU/s1600-h/plumeria.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/SLbudoZrhBI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Xg3X5ln6qGU/s200/plumeria.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239637409320895506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/SLburtN73LI/AAAAAAAAAGo/jaZvLi5JbaQ/s1600-h/yellowplumeria.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/SLburtN73LI/AAAAAAAAAGo/jaZvLi5JbaQ/s200/yellowplumeria.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239637651131980978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;My favorite flower&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;at home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; is the plumeria for a couple reasons... it reminds me of home and they remind me of my grandma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/SLbtx12sH5I/AAAAAAAAAFY/w5TFZF9xL70/s1600-h/gerber.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/SLbtx12sH5I/AAAAAAAAAFY/w5TFZF9xL70/s200/gerber.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239636657017986962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/SLbt4nUI9AI/AAAAAAAAAFg/z7wPXeq5NB8/s1600-h/gerberdaisy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/SLbt4nUI9AI/AAAAAAAAAFg/z7wPXeq5NB8/s200/gerberdaisy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239636773374063618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also really like gerber daisies!! They make me happy. I love how big and colorful they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Guilty Pleasure:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/SQlB4zxMZQI/AAAAAAAAAME/vjAc30qwu08/s1600-h/Baby_sleeping.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/SQlB4zxMZQI/AAAAAAAAAME/vjAc30qwu08/s200/Baby_sleeping.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262810083784156418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna have to go with sleeping. I LOVE LOVE LOVE to sleep!!!! Some of you may laugh... cause I don't always get a lot of sleep, or my life style doesn't allow a lot of it. BUT when I do sleep... man do I sleep. Sometimes I feel like I'm wasting so much time. I could be doing so many things, like working on one of the ten projects I usually have going on. Sometimes I'd just rather sleep though, instead of be my normal-productive-self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Favorite Hobby:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/SQk7TC-2ONI/AAAAAAAAAL8/7Rj06g_yucM/s1600-h/ReadingManiacs.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/SQk7TC-2ONI/AAAAAAAAAL8/7Rj06g_yucM/s200/ReadingManiacs.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262802837963159762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading seems to be the thing I do the most&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/SQk7S_m6OFI/AAAAAAAAAL0/qm6L6lRr2tc/s1600-h/movies-watching-movies-the-film-fan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/SQk7S_m6OFI/AAAAAAAAAL0/qm6L6lRr2tc/s200/movies-watching-movies-the-film-fan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262802837057452114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like going to the theater or just staying home to watch movies... although I don't seem to do it as much as I used to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/SQk7SyvQvSI/AAAAAAAAALs/O8TYBBk8Gzo/s1600-h/kids_playing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 154px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/SQk7SyvQvSI/AAAAAAAAALs/O8TYBBk8Gzo/s200/kids_playing.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262802833602821410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm crazy but I like playing with kids!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/SQk7SrRflGI/AAAAAAAAALk/vhHKOXn8B0s/s1600-h/ebay-retro-scrapbooking-kit-795534.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/SQk7SrRflGI/AAAAAAAAALk/vhHKOXn8B0s/s200/ebay-retro-scrapbooking-kit-795534.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262802831598916706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I do enjoy scrap booking... or just doing crafty things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Favorite Actress:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/SQk3OZPmacI/AAAAAAAAAKs/KibcL0KZLE8/s1600-h/20070208-drew-barrymore.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/SQk3OZPmacI/AAAAAAAAAKs/KibcL0KZLE8/s200/20070208-drew-barrymore.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262798359993149890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/SQk3O_jGvyI/AAAAAAAAALE/NQNSPk3axzE/s1600-h/amanda-bynes-pics-10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 156px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/SQk3O_jGvyI/AAAAAAAAALE/NQNSPk3axzE/s200/amanda-bynes-pics-10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262798370275508002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/SQk3On2WbWI/AAAAAAAAAK8/ct2rCvX8Qiw/s1600-h/julia_roberts300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/SQk3On2WbWI/AAAAAAAAAK8/ct2rCvX8Qiw/s200/julia_roberts300.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262798363913776482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, So I don't have a favorite actress. But here are some that I like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Favorite Actor:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/SQk3ObPGsWI/AAAAAAAAAK0/7vF-o97pPNE/s1600-h/connery1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 162px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/SQk3ObPGsWI/AAAAAAAAAK0/7vF-o97pPNE/s200/connery1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262798360527941986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/SQk3PPWMGCI/AAAAAAAAALM/HJmiPuqODrY/s1600-h/mark_wahlberg_10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 139px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/SQk3PPWMGCI/AAAAAAAAALM/HJmiPuqODrY/s200/mark_wahlberg_10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262798374516299810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/SQk5qVKj09I/AAAAAAAAALU/FDcSlswXCxE/s1600-h/matt_damon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 154px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/SQk5qVKj09I/AAAAAAAAALU/FDcSlswXCxE/s200/matt_damon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262801038957859794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/SQk5yY5GB0I/AAAAAAAAALc/0iTrbifXtvU/s1600-h/Richard_Gere+-+7+-+Bee_Season.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 181px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/SQk5yY5GB0I/AAAAAAAAALc/0iTrbifXtvU/s200/Richard_Gere+-+7+-+Bee_Season.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262801177397299010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same goes for actors!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Birthplace:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/SQVD_hFbN8I/AAAAAAAAAKU/idOzbNVuB9c/s1600-h/250px-Kailua_Oahu.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/SQVD_hFbN8I/AAAAAAAAAKU/idOzbNVuB9c/s200/250px-Kailua_Oahu.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261686498144237506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was born at Castle Hospital in Kailua, HI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Favorite Color(s): &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/SQVC0xPJjHI/AAAAAAAAAKE/XjJGGHMJFg4/s1600-h/blog-orange.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 146px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/SQVC0xPJjHI/AAAAAAAAAKE/XjJGGHMJFg4/s200/blog-orange.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261685213989801074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/SQVC07DYlMI/AAAAAAAAAKM/8AtVS1_RUy4/s1600-h/full_670374738.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 160px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/SQVC07DYlMI/AAAAAAAAAKM/8AtVS1_RUy4/s200/full_670374738.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261685216624809154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Orange is my fav color. It has been for years. My mom used to hope that it was a "phase"... SORRY MOM!!! This one is here to stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dream Career:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/SQVFNagFAOI/AAAAAAAAAKc/1tBE0lQZBcU/s1600-h/Teacher.CD080406FJ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/SQVFNagFAOI/AAAAAAAAAKc/1tBE0lQZBcU/s200/Teacher.CD080406FJ.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261687836406776034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've wanted to be a teacher my whole life... as far back as I can remember. And although I may have lost interest in it along the way, I have found my passion for it again!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/SQVFN9tVwdI/AAAAAAAAAKk/sIpDboxNihg/s1600-h/Busy-Mom-and-Housewife.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 187px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/SQVFN9tVwdI/AAAAAAAAAKk/sIpDboxNihg/s200/Busy-Mom-and-Housewife.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261687845857640914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;However, I have always wanted to be a stay-at-home-mom. Always. There's never been a question or a debate about it. My mom did it, and I see the benefits of it. I feel its one of the most important things that I can do in this world. And even though this picture is probably a good guess at what I'm going to look like, its not the reason it appeals to me. I want to be able to stay at home with my own children and watch them grown and learn. I want to be able to teach them things. And to be able to play with them. That's what appeals to me about it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;PS I tag Kelly, Head, Pua, Lilia, Kahanu, Kahi, Liz, Marie, and Ronna... and anyone else who wants to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/922048453655703314-3227661449511309260?l=sheguyver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheguyver.blogspot.com/feeds/3227661449511309260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=922048453655703314&amp;postID=3227661449511309260' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/922048453655703314/posts/default/3227661449511309260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/922048453655703314/posts/default/3227661449511309260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheguyver.blogspot.com/2008/10/tagged-by-lia.html' title='Tagged by Lia... AGES AGO!!!'/><author><name>Nia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12619400144463393654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/SIqwpvOi9UI/AAAAAAAAADg/tcAjxX8SDwY/S220/nia'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/SLbuq1249gI/AAAAAAAAAGY/yrE7hmNz8OM/s72-c/venice.htm' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-922048453655703314.post-4796936601081033835</id><published>2008-09-18T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T07:00:06.042-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>A tribute to....</title><content type='html'>MY BEST FRIEND!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/SNHEenz_f-I/AAAAAAAAAIA/UTOM3L6hUN8/s1600-h/100_1439.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/SNHEenz_f-I/AAAAAAAAAIA/UTOM3L6hUN8/s200/100_1439.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247191071225511906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who know her, you know who I'm talking about... and for those of you who don't, you TOTALLY should get to know her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelly is my best friend!!! We've been best friends "since the 9th grade!!!!" Hahahahaha... I think she and few others might actually get that reference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelly... what to say about her.... there's so much to say about her. I don't even know if I can find all the right words to convey my point but I sure will do my best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's strong... in more way then one, WAY smart, amazing, spiritual... no matter what she says, HILARIOUS... someone no one should ever see drunk or on drugs, she doesn't needs those she's a riot all on her own. Kelly's whit... oh my is she QUICK!!! I caught on to that pretty quick, and became quick myself. I had to, it was that or keep getting slaughtered... you know its a sink or swim kinda thing. The only thing I had on my side was that I hit hard! A good example of her whit:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exhibit A: I would start off telling her a story... I would say "k, so there was this guy...pause...." Kelly "Oh... right the guy... I know which one you're talking about... the one with the eyes right?!" At that point I would slap her or just tell her to shut up or occasionally I would give her a defeated yet annoyed look! But not matter my reaction I couldn't help but laugh. The catch with Kelly is if you pause for even a second too long she's already got something coming out of her mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exhibit B: There was a time at home when fabric flowers were VERY popular. Well one day when Kelly was at the mall she was wearing a green fabric flowers in her ear. Someone... some poor unsuspecting person and very smart might I add... can up to Kelly and asked her where they could find the green flowered bush. And oh course Kelly couldn't resist... she very nicely gave them directions to a bush outside of the mall!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got so many memories that have Kelly in them. From high school in Mr. Camit's class... probably where all our conspiring began, Mrs. Spinaio's and Mr. Leiataua's classes too. To college... Brother Ludlow's class, Seasider, foodfest, mini golfing, movies, culture night, the bookstore, Brother Furuto or Fruitcake as we called him, rugby, living in a tent.... the memories could go on forever!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who don't know our birthdays are only 3 days apart. One of my favorite things that she keeps tellin me year after year... Respect your elders Nia!!! Of course she's referring to herself... since she is 3 DAYS OLDER then me!!! I just crack up every time and tell her to keep dreaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've known Kelly now for 12 years now....  wow that's seems crazy to think about, it certainly doesn't feel like its been that long. Kelly is the truest friend anyone could ever ask for. She has always been there for me no matter what. Even when I didn't deserve her loyalty she was there for me. She's been in pretty much every part of my life since I've met her... and I wouldn't want it any other way. Kelly and I haven't even gotten into a fight...we've managed to live together, live in different countries and in a tent together... and nothin has managed to tear up apart!!! It doesn't matter how long its been since we've talked or seen each other, it doesn't change, its like we just talked the day before, we just pick up where we left off. I love it. I love our friendship, our connection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/SNHG6fxIO0I/AAAAAAAAAIg/O6zrgvGjwlA/s1600-h/100_0391_178.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/SNHG6fxIO0I/AAAAAAAAAIg/O6zrgvGjwlA/s200/100_0391_178.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247193749125610306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/SNHG6D5UTnI/AAAAAAAAAIY/r_GErqBY9PE/s1600-h/100_0393_180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/SNHG6D5UTnI/AAAAAAAAAIY/r_GErqBY9PE/s200/100_0393_180.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247193741643763314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Liz, Kel, Heather and I at my surprise going away party!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;When Kelly met Rabici.... I was so excited for her! Oh... the stories I could share (but won't)!!! He was perfect for her. I didn't feel like I was loosing her... as cheesy as it sounds... I felt like I just gaining a brother. I was sad when I wasn't able to be there for one of the most important days of her life. But being the friend that she is, she TOTALLY understood and didn't hate me for it! When the time came that I had to leave Hawaii... Leaving Kelly was one of the hardest parts for me. Yes, the food, the people in general, the "aloha spirit", the only true home I have ever known I would miss it all. But besides my family and a few other friends... it was Kelly that I could barely manage to say goodbye to. And even though we live far apart, and our lives are in different places... she's still and will always be my best friend! LOVE YOU TONS KEL!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/SNHEe8-eWAI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/m4O_g5rBdTA/s1600-h/kelly1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/SNHEe8-eWAI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/m4O_g5rBdTA/s200/kelly1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247191076906620930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/SNHEe4GtA_I/AAAAAAAAAII/-YqV9dQYeD0/s1600-h/me+n+kel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 138px; height: 179px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/SNHEe4GtA_I/AAAAAAAAAII/-YqV9dQYeD0/s200/me+n+kel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247191075598959602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hahaha... These are just Kel and I... enough said!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY KELLY!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/922048453655703314-4796936601081033835?l=sheguyver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheguyver.blogspot.com/feeds/4796936601081033835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=922048453655703314&amp;postID=4796936601081033835' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/922048453655703314/posts/default/4796936601081033835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/922048453655703314/posts/default/4796936601081033835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheguyver.blogspot.com/2008/09/tribute-to.html' title='A tribute to....'/><author><name>Nia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12619400144463393654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/SIqwpvOi9UI/AAAAAAAAADg/tcAjxX8SDwY/S220/nia'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/SNHEenz_f-I/AAAAAAAAAIA/UTOM3L6hUN8/s72-c/100_1439.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-922048453655703314.post-8691693867825758335</id><published>2008-08-28T13:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T13:55:13.139-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OH WOW!!!!!</title><content type='html'>So with all the hype about the Olympics and Michael Phelps my sister was looking at some pictures... some are amazing, and some are... well.... ummm... WOW! LOL!!! I think he's way cute. But by the time that he won his third gold medal, all I thought was... poor thing, dating must SUCK and be SO hard for him. Not that he couldn't get just about anyone he wanted, but that he has to sift through all of them to see if any of them are for real or if they just want the fame that goes with it. Either way... I think he's an amazing swimmer and the fact that he's eye candy is just a BONUS!!! Here's just some of the pictures that I found and wanted to share....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/SLcQgSZ68iI/AAAAAAAAAH4/RSXqQ0-hBtI/s1600-h/michael.php"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/SLcQgSZ68iI/AAAAAAAAAH4/RSXqQ0-hBtI/s200/michael.php" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239674838351278626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/SLcMFaLGMkI/AAAAAAAAAHY/5VnnMCd6EMc/s1600-h/michael-phelps-butterfly-olympic-games-champion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/SLcMFaLGMkI/AAAAAAAAAHY/5VnnMCd6EMc/s200/michael-phelps-butterfly-olympic-games-champion.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239669978533605954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/SLcMF-nUiJI/AAAAAAAAAHg/IdY5OzzGfnk/s1600-h/michael-phelps-serious-pose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/SLcMF-nUiJI/AAAAAAAAAHg/IdY5OzzGfnk/s200/michael-phelps-serious-pose.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239669988315662482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That last one is WOW!! That's all I got to say about that!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/922048453655703314-8691693867825758335?l=sheguyver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheguyver.blogspot.com/feeds/8691693867825758335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=922048453655703314&amp;postID=8691693867825758335' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/922048453655703314/posts/default/8691693867825758335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/922048453655703314/posts/default/8691693867825758335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheguyver.blogspot.com/2008/08/oh-wow.html' title='OH WOW!!!!!'/><author><name>Nia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12619400144463393654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/SIqwpvOi9UI/AAAAAAAAADg/tcAjxX8SDwY/S220/nia'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/SLcQgSZ68iI/AAAAAAAAAH4/RSXqQ0-hBtI/s72-c/michael.php' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-922048453655703314.post-6475856554412202818</id><published>2008-08-28T12:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T13:20:27.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I HEART SEELY BOOTH!!!</title><content type='html'>My sister Pua has got me hooked on the tv series "Bones"... if got the murder mystery thing that I love. It also has forensics in it... something else that I love. AND its hilarious! The more I watch the more I love. We actually bought season 1 &amp;amp; 2 for Pua's birthday... now I have the joy of "borrowing" them. The main male characters name is Seely Booth! He's SO cute... and sweet and sexy and i love his smile and he's hot and as my sister and I like to say "yummers!" I love his character. I also enjoy his relationship with the mail female character Temperance Brennan or as he as affectionately named her Bones. I love both of their characters and just wanna scream KISS HER ALREADY!!! half the time at the tv!!! LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to share that lil thought.... YUM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/SLcHGxxL_BI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/tDWhXdp-yx8/s1600-h/yummers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/SLcHGxxL_BI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/tDWhXdp-yx8/s200/yummers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239664504489114642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/SLcHFu9g6HI/AAAAAAAAAG4/SWen69KXr6Y/s1600-h/seely.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 90px; height: 90px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/SLcHFu9g6HI/AAAAAAAAAG4/SWen69KXr6Y/s200/seely.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239664486555641970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/SLcHGiTjuPI/AAAAAAAAAHI/oxaDDD1hIH4/s1600-h/yum.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/SLcHGiTjuPI/AAAAAAAAAHI/oxaDDD1hIH4/s200/yum.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239664500338309362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/SLcHGAzLsnI/AAAAAAAAAHA/_rhReDZFpkY/s1600-h/smile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/SLcHGAzLsnI/AAAAAAAAAHA/_rhReDZFpkY/s200/smile.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239664491344147058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/922048453655703314-6475856554412202818?l=sheguyver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheguyver.blogspot.com/feeds/6475856554412202818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=922048453655703314&amp;postID=6475856554412202818' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/922048453655703314/posts/default/6475856554412202818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/922048453655703314/posts/default/6475856554412202818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheguyver.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-heart-seely-booth.html' title='I HEART SEELY BOOTH!!!'/><author><name>Nia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12619400144463393654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/SIqwpvOi9UI/AAAAAAAAADg/tcAjxX8SDwY/S220/nia'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/SLcHGxxL_BI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/tDWhXdp-yx8/s72-c/yummers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-922048453655703314.post-3332429615798307995</id><published>2008-08-15T14:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T23:06:35.001-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tags'/><title type='text'>Tagged... by Kelly!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Thanks Kel... this one is a lil tricky since I don't go by my first name... AND I have 2 middle names.... We'll see how it goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOUR ROCK STAR NAME: (first pet &amp;amp; current car): &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pickle Spectra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOUR ROCKSTAR TOUR NAME: (”The” + Your fav hobby/craft, fav weather element + “Tour”): &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Reading Rain Tour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOUR GANGSTA NAME: (fav ice cream flavor, favorite cookie): &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cookies n Cream Oreo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOUR “FLY Guy/Girl” NAME: (first initial of first name, first three letters of your last name): &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vkek or Nkek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOUR DETECTIVE NAME: (favorite color, favorite animal): &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Orange Dog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOUR SOAP OPERA NAME: (middle name, city where you were born): &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Elizabeth Kailua or Lelekahanunialiilii Kailua... Kelly's right this one doesn't work so well with Hawaii names&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOUR STAR WARS NAME: (the first 3 letters of your last name, first 2 letters of your first): &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Kekni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUPERHERO NAME: (”The” + 2nd favorite color, favorite drink): &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;The Red Water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STRIPPER NAME: (the name of your favorite perfume/cologne/scent, favorite candy): &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Plumeria Tootsie Roll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WITNESS PROTECTION NAME: (mother’s &amp;amp; father’s middle names): &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Vere Nahinu... interesting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WEATHER ANCHOR NAME: (Your 5th grade teacher’s last name, a major city that starts with the same letter): &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Au Auckland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;SPY NAME: (your favorite season/holiday, flower): &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Christmas Plumeria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CARTOON NAME: (favorite fruit, article of clothing you’re wearing right now + “ie” or “y”): &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Honey Dew Tankie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag anyone that wants to do it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/922048453655703314-3332429615798307995?l=sheguyver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheguyver.blogspot.com/feeds/3332429615798307995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=922048453655703314&amp;postID=3332429615798307995' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/922048453655703314/posts/default/3332429615798307995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/922048453655703314/posts/default/3332429615798307995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheguyver.blogspot.com/2008/08/tagged-by-kelly.html' title='Tagged... by Kelly!'/><author><name>Nia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12619400144463393654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/SIqwpvOi9UI/AAAAAAAAADg/tcAjxX8SDwY/S220/nia'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-922048453655703314.post-6838714025512369534</id><published>2008-08-05T18:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T18:42:33.033-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twlight'/><title type='text'>Breaking Dawn MADNESS!!!</title><content type='html'>So I was one of those crazy people that stood in line for the midnight releasing of Breaking Dawn. I didn't actually buy the book right then... long story... but I went with my friend Krystal because she was going to go be in line and I thought that it might be fun to join her. And since we were both going to be at work til 10pm anyways and Barnes and Noble is right across the street from work... why not right?! It actually was fun, everyone was really nice AND when it actually came to the time to get the books it was very organized and moved along faster then I thought.&lt;br /&gt;The one thing that I wasn't expecting was the crowd.... the MASS of people. I haven't ever gone to a midnight book releasing... so it was all very new to me. There was A LOT of people. More then I had obviously expected! So I thought I'd share... I took these with my phone! Its crazy! But fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the people that were in front of us... keep in mind we were in the front half of the line...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/SJkItNmP-eI/AAAAAAAAAEw/RmXBReSKcCo/s1600-h/Image006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/SJkItNmP-eI/AAAAAAAAAEw/RmXBReSKcCo/s200/Image006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231222015004768738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the back of the line when the line had actually started moving and we were closer to the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/SJkJDwEqp4I/AAAAAAAAAE4/qaXImJvD1bw/s1600-h/Image037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/SJkJDwEqp4I/AAAAAAAAAE4/qaXImJvD1bw/s200/Image037.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231222402216273794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not exactly sure how long the line was. But the line started at Barnes and Noble (obviously), but right next to it is Old Navy, and next to the is Toys R Us.... and the line was past Toys R Us... so yah....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/922048453655703314-6838714025512369534?l=sheguyver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheguyver.blogspot.com/feeds/6838714025512369534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=922048453655703314&amp;postID=6838714025512369534' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/922048453655703314/posts/default/6838714025512369534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/922048453655703314/posts/default/6838714025512369534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheguyver.blogspot.com/2008/08/breaking-dawn-madness.html' title='Breaking Dawn MADNESS!!!'/><author><name>Nia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12619400144463393654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/SIqwpvOi9UI/AAAAAAAAADg/tcAjxX8SDwY/S220/nia'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/SJkItNmP-eI/AAAAAAAAAEw/RmXBReSKcCo/s72-c/Image006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-922048453655703314.post-2131058106815098731</id><published>2008-07-25T23:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T00:12:22.906-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twlight'/><title type='text'>Yes, I am hooked too...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/SIrL7nNZ-uI/AAAAAAAAAD4/s6mURnrB2pI/s1600-h/twilight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 125px; height: 188px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/SIrL7nNZ-uI/AAAAAAAAAD4/s6mURnrB2pI/s320/twilight.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227214542514813666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/SIrMQn9CFAI/AAAAAAAAAEA/eZIrx6duVTI/s1600-h/n191782.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 125px; height: 188px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/SIrMQn9CFAI/AAAAAAAAAEA/eZIrx6duVTI/s320/n191782.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227214903491826690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/SIrMijSTtBI/AAAAAAAAAEI/UnH34kIj02w/s1600-h/n224497.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 125px; height: 188px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/SIrMijSTtBI/AAAAAAAAAEI/UnH34kIj02w/s320/n224497.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227215211476530194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay... So I MUST confess that I am hooked to the Twilight series as well!!! I LOVE IT! They're so addicting. And this is coming from someone who HATED... yes that's a strong word, but its the correct one TRUST ME!!!... and I mean HATED reading. I didn't learn how to love reading and to pick up a book and read it for pure enjoyment til I was a sophomore in college... thanks to Kelly and Harry Potter!!!! But with the help of two of my sisters, and many friends I picked up the Twilight books... enough said.&lt;br /&gt;I'm really excited for the new book and I'm planning on re-reading all 3 books before the new one Breaking Dawn comes out. I've had many discussions with my sister and a couple friends about the new book. No conclusions yet!!! And Stephenie Meyer has started to release a quote of the day... until the day Breaking Dawn get released. They're all very interesting... some annoying, some more confusing than anything... so we'll just have to see. I just don't even know how I want it to end!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/SIrLrZhAwjI/AAAAAAAAADw/qsf7kU0MJ7M/s1600-h/Breaking_Dawn_Cover_by_TranquilitySurreil.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 147px; height: 222px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/SIrLrZhAwjI/AAAAAAAAADw/qsf7kU0MJ7M/s320/Breaking_Dawn_Cover_by_TranquilitySurreil.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227214263961043506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH and the movie... I'm WAY excited for that too. I've watched trailers and see footage from the set and see tons of pics... and for those who aren't excited about Edward or I guess Robert Pattinson who plays Edward.... I didn't like him when I first found out that he was the one playing the part. All I could think of was Cedric Diggory. But after I've seen a ton of pics and more stuff with him in it... I'm gonna have a hard time picturing him in any other role! LOL! So yah... anyways... there it is... I'm a fan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/SIrJlw-gJTI/AAAAAAAAADo/iob5plvLItk/s1600-h/1280x1024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 269px; height: 215px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/SIrJlw-gJTI/AAAAAAAAADo/iob5plvLItk/s320/1280x1024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227211968156280114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/922048453655703314-2131058106815098731?l=sheguyver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheguyver.blogspot.com/feeds/2131058106815098731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=922048453655703314&amp;postID=2131058106815098731' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/922048453655703314/posts/default/2131058106815098731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/922048453655703314/posts/default/2131058106815098731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheguyver.blogspot.com/2008/07/yes-i-am-hooked-too.html' title='Yes, I am hooked too...'/><author><name>Nia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12619400144463393654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/SIqwpvOi9UI/AAAAAAAAADg/tcAjxX8SDwY/S220/nia'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/SIrL7nNZ-uI/AAAAAAAAAD4/s6mURnrB2pI/s72-c/twilight.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-922048453655703314.post-4278430055038964265</id><published>2008-07-17T20:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T10:34:42.581-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Once again...</title><content type='html'>So Saturday my sisters and I and their children were at a resort called Wolf Creek for a few days. Saturday we were checking out. Keep in mind with 9 children running around, ages 4 months to 8 years there was A LOT going on. My sisters were packing and cleaning up while I loaded the cars. We were alomst done and I managed to get all 9 of the kids outside and asked my sisters to please grab my car keys when they came out. When everyone one was out we started to load the kids. I went to get my keys and couldn't find them. We all looked. I FOUND THEM... locked in my car! GRRRR!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/SH_3PHcIY5I/AAAAAAAAACc/Laau5ZrvV6Q/s1600-h/IMG_1233.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 160px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/SH_3PHcIY5I/AAAAAAAAACc/Laau5ZrvV6Q/s320/IMG_1233.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224165931840201618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister Lilia asked the front desk if they could help us. They gave us a number of a lock smith. My other sister Kahi found a couple of maintenance guys if they had a slim jim or a wire hanger. A little while later one of the maintenance guys returned with a wire hanger. I started to use the hanger to break in... sadly I've had to do this before, Kelly can testify to that!! As I'm trying to break in... Two poly guys show up and ask us if we need help. Pua and Kahi had gone to the store&lt;br /&gt;to and bought a wire hanger. When they came back one of the guys offered to try break in on the other side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/SH_4Q7yFU4I/AAAAAAAAACs/oZAuLQs4MHM/s1600-h/IMG_1243.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 181px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/SH_4Q7yFU4I/AAAAAAAAACs/oZAuLQs4MHM/s320/IMG_1243.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224167062582416258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/SH_4vTVw_jI/AAAAAAAAAC0/-jQAVAve_LA/s1600-h/IMG_1248.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 181px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/SH_4vTVw_jI/AAAAAAAAAC0/-jQAVAve_LA/s320/IMG_1248.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224167584302169650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As were both trying to break in several other guests as well as maintenance works stopped to ask us if we needed help or just stopped to state the obvious... got locked out of your car huh?! GEES GEORGE THANKS!!! We continued trying. My poor sisters had 9 hunger and restless kids to take care of in the mean time. Lilia got into the coolers and started making peanut butter sandwiches. We didn't have a knife handy, so she used her finger to spread the peanut butter. The also pulled out an activity and had the kids make their own visors with somet stick on letter and shapes. Yay for handy and accessible crafts!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/SH_5expn6UI/AAAAAAAAAC8/W_C4fdFy2_w/s1600-h/IMG_1253.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 181px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/SH_5expn6UI/AAAAAAAAAC8/W_C4fdFy2_w/s320/IMG_1253.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224168399892375874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/SH_528dJByI/AAAAAAAAADE/AAKmJ05TTT8/s1600-h/IMG_1244.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 181px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/SH_528dJByI/AAAAAAAAADE/AAKmJ05TTT8/s320/IMG_1244.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224168815109670690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally gave in and let someone try. We tried everything we could think of... several times. Nothing was working. But those guys were so nice. And their wives were so patient!!!! I was so grateful. Later the first maintenance guy who brought us the hanger stopped by again. So he took over for one of the other guys. Soon after... he got the door opened! HOORAY!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/SH_6H0iATNI/AAAAAAAAADM/UUAICjwEL6M/s1600-h/IMG_1259.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 212px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/SH_6H0iATNI/AAAAAAAAADM/UUAICjwEL6M/s320/IMG_1259.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224169105040362706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/SH_8hLXnejI/AAAAAAAAADU/pHZdZQcMs_0/s1600-h/IMG_1250.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 181px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/SH_8hLXnejI/AAAAAAAAADU/pHZdZQcMs_0/s320/IMG_1250.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224171739690793522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story.... make lots of spare keys and put them all over the place. AND don't lock your phone in the car so you can't call someone besides a locksmith for help!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/922048453655703314-4278430055038964265?l=sheguyver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheguyver.blogspot.com/feeds/4278430055038964265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=922048453655703314&amp;postID=4278430055038964265' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/922048453655703314/posts/default/4278430055038964265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/922048453655703314/posts/default/4278430055038964265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheguyver.blogspot.com/2008/06/once-again.html' title='Once again...'/><author><name>Nia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12619400144463393654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/SIqwpvOi9UI/AAAAAAAAADg/tcAjxX8SDwY/S220/nia'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/SH_3PHcIY5I/AAAAAAAAACc/Laau5ZrvV6Q/s72-c/IMG_1233.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-922048453655703314.post-6026630950156745848</id><published>2008-07-17T13:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T10:36:56.949-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The joys of being an Aunty</title><content type='html'>The other day I was watching my sisters kids when my nephew Koa came up to me and wanted to go outside. I told him that he had to change out of his pajamas into some clothes and then he could go. He got some clothes then came in the room and informed me that he was going to get himself dressed cause he's a big boy now... he was still 2  at the time he just BARELY turned 3, lol. He put his underwear and shirt on. Then put his pants on. He was so pround of himself!! Then I looked at him.... if you can't tell in the picture his pants are on backwards!! I was cracking up, but so proud. I of course stopped to take a picture AND then fixed his pants!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/SH_wZuTSEMI/AAAAAAAAACM/EHV7GDy8mKM/s1600-h/koadressed"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 180px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/SH_wZuTSEMI/AAAAAAAAACM/EHV7GDy8mKM/s320/koadressed" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224158417489367234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other joys of being an aunt include, but are not limited to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting on my nephew because he thinks that at 11 years old he can take me on and WIN!! HAHAHA! He thought wrong!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/SH_tj2CT2yI/AAAAAAAAAB0/kDUzB70znxE/s1600-h/IMG_2347.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 173px; height: 237px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/SH_tj2CT2yI/AAAAAAAAAB0/kDUzB70znxE/s320/IMG_2347.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224155292829473570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Putting the little ones to sleep and then holding them while they sleep!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/SH_t7tpproI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Y--xt3-uZX0/s1600-h/IMG_1813.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 166px; height: 221px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/SH_t7tpproI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Y--xt3-uZX0/s320/IMG_1813.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224155702895423106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snuggling with them and being piled onto!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/SH_s6eEyplI/AAAAAAAAABs/KvoZCB5lHZA/s1600-h/Hot+Air+Balloons_101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 173px; height: 243px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/SH_s6eEyplI/AAAAAAAAABs/KvoZCB5lHZA/s320/Hot+Air+Balloons_101.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224154582022792786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playing with them... like I'm one of the kids...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/SH_u1XRtsUI/AAAAAAAAACE/T7YSF5VCiX4/s1600-h/IMG_1281.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 173px; height: 243px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/SH_u1XRtsUI/AAAAAAAAACE/T7YSF5VCiX4/s320/IMG_1281.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224156693321855298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the reasons continue to grow DAILY!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/922048453655703314-6026630950156745848?l=sheguyver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheguyver.blogspot.com/feeds/6026630950156745848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=922048453655703314&amp;postID=6026630950156745848' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/922048453655703314/posts/default/6026630950156745848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/922048453655703314/posts/default/6026630950156745848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheguyver.blogspot.com/2008/07/joys-of-being-aunty.html' title='The joys of being an Aunty'/><author><name>Nia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12619400144463393654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/SIqwpvOi9UI/AAAAAAAAADg/tcAjxX8SDwY/S220/nia'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/SH_wZuTSEMI/AAAAAAAAACM/EHV7GDy8mKM/s72-c/koadressed' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-922048453655703314.post-7387699589674151894</id><published>2008-07-17T13:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T13:14:04.528-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tags'/><title type='text'>Tagged by Kelly</title><content type='html'>3 Joys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My family&lt;br /&gt;2. The Church and the gospel&lt;br /&gt;3. My true friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Fears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Never being able to move back to Hawaii&lt;br /&gt;2. Not being a good and patient mother... whenever that day actually comes&lt;br /&gt;3. My dad passing away before I actually get married&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Goals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Finishing School&lt;br /&gt;2. Being a stay at home mom&lt;br /&gt;3. Moving back to Hawaii&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Current Obsessions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Bones&lt;br /&gt;2. Twilight&lt;br /&gt;3. Find the money for so I can buy my ticket for a trip home, oh and to fix my car!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Random facts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I recently took care of six of my nieces and nephews ages 8yrs to 4 months for 2 days!! It was a good experience!&lt;br /&gt;2. I can pick stuff up with my toes&lt;br /&gt;3. I can plug my nose without pinching it shut with my fingers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/922048453655703314-7387699589674151894?l=sheguyver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheguyver.blogspot.com/feeds/7387699589674151894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=922048453655703314&amp;postID=7387699589674151894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/922048453655703314/posts/default/7387699589674151894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/922048453655703314/posts/default/7387699589674151894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheguyver.blogspot.com/2008/07/tagged-by-kelly.html' title='Tagged by Kelly'/><author><name>Nia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12619400144463393654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/SIqwpvOi9UI/AAAAAAAAADg/tcAjxX8SDwY/S220/nia'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-922048453655703314.post-3887216939550723845</id><published>2008-06-24T11:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T14:01:57.806-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tags'/><title type='text'>Tagged... from Heather</title><content type='html'>Four things I was doing ten years ago...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Sophomore in high school&lt;br /&gt;2. Hanging out at home&lt;br /&gt;3. Playing with my only nephew at my sisters TVA apt&lt;br /&gt;4. Making new friends... Head mostly!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four things I was doing 5 years...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Going to school&lt;br /&gt;2. Working to save money for a mission&lt;br /&gt;3. Watching my nieces&lt;br /&gt;4. Driving my family all over and being the taxi driver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four things I was doing yesterday....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Picking up my parents from the airport YAY!!!!&lt;br /&gt;2. Playing with my 7 nieces and nephews at the play ground&lt;br /&gt;3. Drove A LOT&lt;br /&gt;4. Worked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four shows that I like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Bones&lt;br /&gt;2. CSI&lt;br /&gt;3. Deadliest Catch&lt;br /&gt;4. Myth Busters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My four biggest joys...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The gospel&lt;br /&gt;2. My true friends that I've made throughout my life&lt;br /&gt;3. My family&lt;br /&gt;4. Discovering what life has in store for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four things that you might not know about me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I don't really enjoy watching tv all that much. I never have. I'll watch it for a few hours... then I'm done. I probably watch 4-5 hours a week. Maybe a lil more... but usually less then that. Just depends what it is... And even when the tv is on I'm always doing something else too. So I'm not really watching it all that much anyway.&lt;br /&gt;2. I just want to be a stay-at-home mom!!! When the time comes that I actually do get married and have my own family that is what I want to do. I think getting an education is very important... I still plan on finishing married or not. But my true passion is to stay at home with my children, to watch them grow and learn. To be able to teach them things. Its always been my dream.&lt;br /&gt;3. I'm actually happy here in Utah... as much as I complain about being in Utah, I' happy here and like it too. Don't get me wrong... if I had the choice I would SO be at home in Hawaii... more like Laie. But right now this is a good place for me to be. It wasn't my first choice, but here I am. I've enjoyed what I've been able to learn about myself and others while I've been here. There's things that I've learned here that I wouldn't have been able to learn if I had stayed home in Laie. But don't you worry... I don't plan on staying here forever. Just a few years and then I plan on going back home to Laie. That's what I feel is in the plan....&lt;br /&gt;4. I would love to travel the world and see what it has to offer. I'd love to go see my friends all over the world, or all over the US... I've only been as far as Wyoming!! What I would REALLY love and enjoy is going around the world to see all the temples throughout the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAG... everyone is IT!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/922048453655703314-3887216939550723845?l=sheguyver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheguyver.blogspot.com/feeds/3887216939550723845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=922048453655703314&amp;postID=3887216939550723845' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/922048453655703314/posts/default/3887216939550723845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/922048453655703314/posts/default/3887216939550723845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheguyver.blogspot.com/2008/06/tagged-from-heather.html' title='Tagged... from Heather'/><author><name>Nia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12619400144463393654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/SIqwpvOi9UI/AAAAAAAAADg/tcAjxX8SDwY/S220/nia'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-922048453655703314.post-1413063218956939260</id><published>2008-06-20T16:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T16:41:01.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The name....</title><content type='html'>So I thought that I would take the time to explain the name/address of my blog... Sheguyver... for those who don't know where it came from of the story behind it... which is most people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sisters have given me the nickname of She-rah... I don't know even know how long ago they gave me that nickname, but oh well. Hopefully everyone remembers who She-rah is! She's a cartoon character from the 80's, I think. A super hero. Her brother He man was also a super hero. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/SFw_c54MXTI/AAAAAAAAAAc/am1oDkIpp2Y/s1600-h/sherah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/SFw_c54MXTI/AAAAAAAAAAc/am1oDkIpp2Y/s200/sherah.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214112234393591090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They started calling me that because I would lift heavy things on my own and rarely asked for help. LOL! Well that's the short version of it anyways...&lt;br /&gt;So once I moved up here to Utah, the name of course continued. But then it became altered! One day I was with Pua's family at the storage locker loading things up into the truck in preparation to help them move. We were trying to load the kids bed and frame onto the truck. The screws to put the frame together were in a zip-loc bag, taped to it. But because of the way that it was taped on there anything else that we put on top of it wasn't going to lay flat and would fall off.  So as I'm standing there in the back of the truck I thought...  if only I had something to cut this tape off, that would make things so much easier. At that same moment that I had that thought I realized I had a pen in my hair. So I took the pen out, stabbed the tape and took the bag off of the frame. When my sister came back out and saw that I had fixed things she laughed. So I told her the story. Then she called me Macguyver! Please tell me everyone remember Macgyver!!! If you don't hopefully this joggs your memory!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/SFw_dN3VurI/AAAAAAAAAAk/I-3fUGcsD8Y/s1600-h/macgyver.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/SFw_dN3VurI/AAAAAAAAAAk/I-3fUGcsD8Y/s200/macgyver.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214112239758719666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I laughed at her! A lil while later she gave me the name of Sheguyver! Half she-rah, half macgyver! For my apparent ability to make something of of nothing, or just to simply improvise. And cause I lift all manner of things by myself!&lt;br /&gt;So there it is...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/922048453655703314-1413063218956939260?l=sheguyver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheguyver.blogspot.com/feeds/1413063218956939260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=922048453655703314&amp;postID=1413063218956939260' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/922048453655703314/posts/default/1413063218956939260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/922048453655703314/posts/default/1413063218956939260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheguyver.blogspot.com/2008/06/name.html' title='The name....'/><author><name>Nia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12619400144463393654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/SIqwpvOi9UI/AAAAAAAAADg/tcAjxX8SDwY/S220/nia'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/SFw_c54MXTI/AAAAAAAAAAc/am1oDkIpp2Y/s72-c/sherah.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-922048453655703314.post-8193259758815392362</id><published>2008-06-17T12:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T13:16:01.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MEN IN BLACK!!!</title><content type='html'>So my sister Pua called me today and says... I got a call today from the Church Office Building they're looking for you! I was like...uh... the WHAT?! She tells me that her house phone rings and my 5 year old nephew Ikaika answers it. He informs her that it is someone he doesn't know. She gets on the phone, the nice Sister missionary introduces herself and says that she's looking for... Venice Elizabeth oh and please don't make me say that other name (she really did say that). Pua says that she doesn't need to even attempt my middle name, but that she is my sister. So the sister missionary says that she just needs my current address. Pua tells her that she could drive her there but that she doesn't know my actual address. Instead she asks if she can just get a phone number so that I can call her back.&lt;br /&gt;So when Pua called to tell me all this... my mind is boggled!! THE CHURCH OFFICE BUILDING CALLED!!!! I just don't understand it. Why would they call my sisters house?! When I moved into my current ward I filled out one of those papers and put my sisters address cause that's where I was living at the time. BUT I didn't end up going to church for about a month because I was working. So when I finally went back the bishop informs me that I need to fill out a new sheet because he sent for my records but they never got sent AND since he had already sent for them he had thrown away the paper I filled out. So I filled out a new one and put my CURRENT address. They sent for my records and got them. But BOTH times that filled out the paper I didn't put my sisters number on it. I put my number on there... which btw has been the same since 2003. So now I'm REALLY confused. And if I had put mu sisters number I would've put her cell number not her house number. So of course my mind is racing... I can't figure this out. And now I've got to call the church office people back. I told Pua that I would come over to her house and then call them. Pua tells me that I also must make sure to call them back because she doesn't want them to keep calling her. Then later she offered to "loose" the number. I told her that wouldn't be good cause then they'll keep calling her and then she'll get mad at me and it'll just not be good overall. Then Pua and I started joking around and saying that they were going to call me on a mission... We know that you haven't actaully filled out papers for a mission but we've been inspired to send you on a mission to the middle of nowhere!!! LOL! Wouldn't that just be great... story of my life! BUT OH WAIT... it gets better!!! On my way to Pua's house I stopped at the bank and my sister Kahanu calls me. We start talking and I ask if she would like to hear my funny story for the day. So I start telling her how the church office called Pua. Then she stops me to tell me that THEY CALLED HER TOO!!!!! WHAT THE HECK!!!! So Kahanu tells me that they called her looking for me... and asked if she had my mailing address. She did. So she gave it to them. Umm.... talk about hunting someone down and getting things done! Apparently someone is looking for me. GOSH!!! Can I run and hide now?!&lt;br /&gt;Good part... I guess I don't have to call them back anymore. Point of the story... if the church wants to find you... THEY WILL!!! They have resources for that kinda stuff!!! New rule... THOU SHALT NOT MESS WITH THE CHURCH OFFICE PEOPLE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps I have another funny story to share soon... just gotta upload pictures... it involves ME being locked out of my car AGAIN!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/922048453655703314-8193259758815392362?l=sheguyver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheguyver.blogspot.com/feeds/8193259758815392362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=922048453655703314&amp;postID=8193259758815392362' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/922048453655703314/posts/default/8193259758815392362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/922048453655703314/posts/default/8193259758815392362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheguyver.blogspot.com/2008/06/men-in-black.html' title='MEN IN BLACK!!!'/><author><name>Nia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12619400144463393654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/SIqwpvOi9UI/AAAAAAAAADg/tcAjxX8SDwY/S220/nia'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-922048453655703314.post-1413020776994911627</id><published>2008-06-11T10:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T12:22:50.944-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here I am!!!</title><content type='html'>Hey everyone!&lt;br /&gt;So it looks like I've decided to join everyone and blog! YAY!!! Hopefully this will be a better way for me to keep in touch with everyone. Hopefully... I can keep this up, esp since I don't have my own comp! Thank goodness for sisters! Formy first blog I thought I would just give a lil update on me...&lt;br /&gt;For those who don't know I'm living in Utah now. I've been here for almost 2 years... the end of this month will make 2 years! CRAZY!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't too excited to move here when I made the decision. But I made the decision because of a prompting and because I knew that it was what Heavenly Father was asking me to do. So I made the move. It was a big thing for me. But I did it on faith. I lived with Brooke Barker in Orem for the first 6 months... until she moved out and then got married. I started working at the Golden Corral in Orem. I got a 2nd job a few months later... but only kept it for a few months. I got to go home for Christmas. With the help of Kahi I surprised the rest of my family on Christmas Eve. It was SO nice to be home again. A few months later when I was back in Utah I got offered a full time job at the hospital in Provo in their cafe. I took that job and stayed part time at Golden Corral. Later I found another place cause I GREATLY dis-liked my other roommates once Brooke left. I ended up moving into the new place and brought Melodie Navalta with me!!! That was a blast. I loved it. It was so nice to live with someone from home again. By this time I had finally learned to love where I was living, both of my jobs, and the friends I had made. THEN... Heavenly Father asked me to move AGAIN! So I packed up, quit both jobs and moved to Clearfield (just north of Layton), all in one month. Moving again was REALLY hard for me. But once again I did it on faith. I lived with my sister Pua and her family when I first moved up here. I planned on only staying a couple weeks... but things didn't come together like I had thought they would so I stayed with them for 4 months. I worked at the Marriott Customer Call Center place for a few months... but that didn't work out. So I got a job the the Golden Corral up here. I'm still adjusting to life up here. Its been a struggle. Its hard not to move back to Orem when I know that I could go back to both of my jobs and move back into my old place again. But I also know that even though I don't understand it all the time this is the right place for me right now. So now I'm here trying to do as I should and trying to understand why I'm here. That's about it for now....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/922048453655703314-1413020776994911627?l=sheguyver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheguyver.blogspot.com/feeds/1413020776994911627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=922048453655703314&amp;postID=1413020776994911627' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/922048453655703314/posts/default/1413020776994911627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/922048453655703314/posts/default/1413020776994911627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheguyver.blogspot.com/2008/06/here-i-am.html' title='Here I am!!!'/><author><name>Nia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12619400144463393654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HPj2PQF6wvw/SIqwpvOi9UI/AAAAAAAAADg/tcAjxX8SDwY/S220/nia'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
