<?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-2082534744814260300</id><updated>2012-02-16T08:12:02.458-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking It One Day At A Time..</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicksheena.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082534744814260300/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicksheena.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082534744814260300/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Sheena Tuakoi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01670792844536162572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2nTH3nIjDX4/TgrsbtuV9_I/AAAAAAAABng/9URXoqn-DL0/s220/Memories%2B406.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>147</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082534744814260300.post-7204474618106096017</id><published>2012-01-19T22:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T22:37:56.339-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g-ytP9cAbqE/TxkKGnXYazI/AAAAAAAABzQ/urLKHK8kshM/s1600/404250_348851795125708_100000026706703_1488883_1308652392_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="314" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g-ytP9cAbqE/TxkKGnXYazI/AAAAAAAABzQ/urLKHK8kshM/s320/404250_348851795125708_100000026706703_1488883_1308652392_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11 years ago today, I gave birth to a Beautiful baby girl. I named my little angel, Raviahna. I was only 17 years old, so my parents thought it would be best for my mom to keep her until I could finish school. My mom took her, and it broke my heart! I was so depressed. I have a really hard time expressing how I feel about things. It's easier for me to just break down and cry. So when my mom took her and went back to Texas, I cried every night! And I would keep a straight face, &amp;nbsp;and pretend like everything was okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;We would visit her here and there, but the trips were getting harder and harder. She would cry every night when she would come to visit. We would have to bribe her to stay another day, or just to stop crying for that matter. It was just too hard on me, seeing her like that. She was not happy at all here. So after she went back to Texas this last time, we kind of grew apart. I know some of you are thinking, what kind of mother lets her child go? But &amp;nbsp;being so young, I felt like I had no other choice. But to do what my parents told me. Don't get me wrong, I think of her every second of the day. So many family members of mine, have their own opinion on what they think I should do with her. But the only person I care to hear anything from about this situation, is Nana (Raviahna)! If she wasn't happy here, I wasn't going to force it on her! I had no choice, when it came to me keeping her or not. And I will NEVER do that to her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lMMON98yEaA/TxkKLSXuV8I/AAAAAAAABzY/GT29v1Ojf6Y/s1600/397920_2482317904287_1442782620_31966868_824312025_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="202" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lMMON98yEaA/TxkKLSXuV8I/AAAAAAAABzY/GT29v1Ojf6Y/s320/397920_2482317904287_1442782620_31966868_824312025_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I called her to wish her happy birthday today. And she is just so grown. She asked me so many questions, that I knew she would eventually ask. She grew up her whole life, thinking that Nick was her biological father. So today she asked me AGAIN, why she is so much darker than Mele and Spencer. She even asked me to please be honest... I told her, that her biological father is black. And she asked me why he left? I told her, he never left. That I was the one who ran away and took her with me. She then asked, so Nick isn't my dad?? I couldn't help but break down.. again! I told her Nick will ALWAYS be her dad! When Nick and I first got together, he NEVER once judged me for having a child. He loves her as much as he loves Mele and Spencer. He seriously is the only &amp;nbsp; reason I was able to get through everything when she left!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still couldn't believe she was asking me all these questions. I was expecting these questions when she turned 16. She asked me why she doesn't live with us? I explained the whole story. Or what I could get her to understand through all my tears! And what a strong, smart, and beautiful young girl she is! She understood what she could. And she just kept telling me to stop crying, cause she doesn't hate me! But oh, how I'm hating myself right now! Why did I ever let her go for so long? I hear it enough from others, about me letting her go. Trust me, it eats at me every single day of my life! I didn't even want to blog about it, but I feel so overwhelmed with it. I had a good crying session with Nick, but I feel like no one will ever understand what I'm feeling. &amp;nbsp;I want more than anything to have her back, but I would NEVER do that to my step dad. He seriously was like a second father to me! He's raised her since she was only a couple months old. It's just such a long story, that I really don't want to get into. He's her main provider and he's her dad. &amp;nbsp;His life revolves around her! He is such a Great guy! All he ever asked of me, was to please let her stay and finish high school with him. And the rest would be up to her. After a lot of praying.. Nick and I, agreed. She could stay with him until she finished school. Now I'm starting to question that decision..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U-QlLp_jyA0/TxkKOaYZU3I/AAAAAAAABzg/E1C4gCJvJKQ/s1600/407686_348851575125730_100000026706703_1488882_1704541990_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U-QlLp_jyA0/TxkKOaYZU3I/AAAAAAAABzg/E1C4gCJvJKQ/s320/407686_348851575125730_100000026706703_1488882_1704541990_n.jpg" width="281" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I'm just feeling so overwhelmed with emotions and guilt! My heart is just breaking! I just wish Nick was home!! I know, I just need to put my trust in the lord and pray about this more. But I wish it didn't hurt so bad! My sister Lala and I, will be flying out to spend a weekend with her in 2 weeks. And I can't wait to hug her and make sure she knows how much WE love her! And that she's more than welcome to come home whenever she wants!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Mommy LOVES you so&amp;nbsp;much Nana! You have no idea how big of a blessing you are to us!! Happy Birthday Beautiful!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2082534744814260300-7204474618106096017?l=nicksheena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicksheena.blogspot.com/feeds/7204474618106096017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2082534744814260300&amp;postID=7204474618106096017' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082534744814260300/posts/default/7204474618106096017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082534744814260300/posts/default/7204474618106096017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicksheena.blogspot.com/2012/01/our-birthday-girl.html' title='Why?'/><author><name>Sheena Tuakoi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01670792844536162572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2nTH3nIjDX4/TgrsbtuV9_I/AAAAAAAABng/9URXoqn-DL0/s220/Memories%2B406.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g-ytP9cAbqE/TxkKGnXYazI/AAAAAAAABzQ/urLKHK8kshM/s72-c/404250_348851795125708_100000026706703_1488883_1308652392_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082534744814260300.post-6806643933393443807</id><published>2012-01-17T22:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T22:04:54.206-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another cruise..</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OGCmua58KiM/TxZez3kW4bI/AAAAAAAAByo/f-PvFvnLtB4/s1600/Carnival_Splendor_cruise_ship_review_3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="137" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OGCmua58KiM/TxZez3kW4bI/AAAAAAAAByo/f-PvFvnLtB4/s320/Carnival_Splendor_cruise_ship_review_3.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Splendor.. Our ship we will be on.. :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;We have yet another cruise coming up this November. My little family is so excited about this cruise. We went on one before, and it wasn't the best experience for me! Nick and the kids had a blast though. I, on the other hand.. was soooo seasick!! It was horrible! Nothing worked! I took motion sickness pills, I even tried a patch! And NOTHING worked! So I pretty much stayed in our room the whole time. &amp;nbsp;Nick and the kids would come and check on me, and I could just see in their faces, how much fun they were having. It was so cute! Lol I swore up and down I would NEVER go on another cruise again! But thinking back on how much fun Nick and the kids had, I would totally go through it all again for them! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;So lately, I've been googling ways to help prevent my motion sickness. During my pregnancies, it was bad. And it got even worse, after having them. It pretty much just never went away. So I get pretty sick on long drives, airplanes, and recently found out cruises.. even just watching movies of those things, I can sometimes get pretty nauseated. haha I found a couple things that I'm going to have to try. Soda and crackers, not to lie down when feeling nauseated, rub on my earlobes, and look over the horizon. haha Those are just a few I've read about so far. I'm really anxious to see if any of these even work. I'm hoping the 'no lying down' one works. Cause whenever I felt nauseous, I would just go and lie down. So I'm thinking that was probably why I was so sick on the cruise. I would kind of just lay there. Like a whale. A pale whale! Lol I would even feel so bloated. And trust me, pale and bloated.. do not mix!!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;The last cruise we went on was for 4 days. This one is going to be for 7 days! We will be sailing down the coast of Mexico. Spending 2 days in Cabo, on the beach. And another day somewhere else. I totally forgot. But I'm starting to get pretty excited now. Most of Nick's siblings are going, and a ton of his cousins and their families. So we can't wait! I'm hecka pushing my workouts, in hopes that I'll drop enough weight before this cruise! I am determined! We plan to take our kids snorkeling and to swim with the dolphins, while in Cabo. So I need a swimmer type body! ;) It doesn't help, that all you do on the cruise it EAT!! 24/7 open buffet!! Pure heaven! Lol That's another reason I need to lose a ton of weight. Cause I know I'll gain some weight on the cruise! It's so hard to pass up all that good food! haha &amp;nbsp;Our first family meeting for this cruise is Sunday, and I'm so excited! But I think Nick and the kids are more excited. Lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yay, for cruises and swimmer like bodies!! :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wT-RQBiKKtU/TxZe8Szmx6I/AAAAAAAABzA/FC203DlgmUk/s1600/IMG_4151.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wT-RQBiKKtU/TxZe8Szmx6I/AAAAAAAABzA/FC203DlgmUk/s320/IMG_4151.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e9seG1_1xVE/TxZe3KsVccI/AAAAAAAAByw/QBZji4nv_A0/s1600/IMG_4095.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e9seG1_1xVE/TxZe3KsVccI/AAAAAAAAByw/QBZji4nv_A0/s320/IMG_4095.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MPm1u208nw0/TxZe6mr7rxI/AAAAAAAABy4/48-6BeEmr58/s1600/IMG_4145.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MPm1u208nw0/TxZe6mr7rxI/AAAAAAAABy4/48-6BeEmr58/s320/IMG_4145.JPG" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pWHGWgwNWP0/TxZe-0Ax3yI/AAAAAAAABzI/W27z6uTldPc/s1600/IMG_4124.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pWHGWgwNWP0/TxZe-0Ax3yI/AAAAAAAABzI/W27z6uTldPc/s320/IMG_4124.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/2082534744814260300-6806643933393443807?l=nicksheena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicksheena.blogspot.com/feeds/6806643933393443807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2082534744814260300&amp;postID=6806643933393443807' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082534744814260300/posts/default/6806643933393443807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082534744814260300/posts/default/6806643933393443807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicksheena.blogspot.com/2012/01/another-cruise.html' title='Another cruise..'/><author><name>Sheena Tuakoi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01670792844536162572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2nTH3nIjDX4/TgrsbtuV9_I/AAAAAAAABng/9URXoqn-DL0/s220/Memories%2B406.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OGCmua58KiM/TxZez3kW4bI/AAAAAAAAByo/f-PvFvnLtB4/s72-c/Carnival_Splendor_cruise_ship_review_3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082534744814260300.post-8638711151554585473</id><published>2012-01-16T18:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T18:38:36.754-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A day with Dad.</title><content type='html'>It was so nice waking up to Nick today. He got in last night around 11, and we stayed up and talked and watched movies until like 3 this morning. Today we planned to just be lazy and relax here at home. But my dad thought differently. Lol It's so funny to see how excited he gets too, when Nick comes home. He called me from upstairs, and asked what we were doing today? I told him, we had nothing planned. He told me he wanted all of us to go to Hollywood Connection with the kids, before Nick went back. We agreed. And that's pretty much where our whole day went. We literally spent the whole entire day there. We even left after a couple of hours to have dinner with Nick before he left, and then we went back!! Lol Longest day ever! 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QDXhmM_DZW4/TxTeaQ_bjKI/AAAAAAAAByg/qpuEVSlCRhI/s1600/415365_2470129919595_1442782620_31962893_945156593_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QDXhmM_DZW4/TxTeaQ_bjKI/AAAAAAAAByg/qpuEVSlCRhI/s320/415365_2470129919595_1442782620_31962893_945156593_o.jpg" width="191" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Nick left around 4, today. He drove back with his brother. I'm really thinking of heading out there tomorrow. One of Nick's other good friend/co-worker and his family are driving out tomorrow afternoon. So I'm thinking maybe I should just follow them, since I've never been there before. I'm just waiting for Nick to get to his hotel, so we can discuss it more. So we can see if we should drive out or not. I know the kids have school, but 3 days wouldn't hurt. Lol&amp;nbsp;I just need to be back before Sunday, to teach my class. Hopefully everything works out, and I'll be blogging from Colorado tomorrow. haha Wishful thinking.. :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2082534744814260300-8638711151554585473?l=nicksheena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicksheena.blogspot.com/feeds/8638711151554585473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2082534744814260300&amp;postID=8638711151554585473' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082534744814260300/posts/default/8638711151554585473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082534744814260300/posts/default/8638711151554585473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicksheena.blogspot.com/2012/01/day-with-dad.html' title='A day with Dad.'/><author><name>Sheena Tuakoi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01670792844536162572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2nTH3nIjDX4/TgrsbtuV9_I/AAAAAAAABng/9URXoqn-DL0/s220/Memories%2B406.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WwsCKPl7SmM/TxTdbJnUyfI/AAAAAAAABwg/foMDWNP1wRY/s72-c/321756_2470035717240_1442782620_31962853_363604861_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082534744814260300.post-5322060923888166255</id><published>2012-01-14T23:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-14T23:18:19.711-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick trip</title><content type='html'>Another quick trip home for Nick tomorrow. So I'm up trying to hurry and clean house and finish our laundry before he gets in tomorrow night. He has Monday off, so he's coming home for a couple hours. And he'll leave Monday afternoon. I didn't mention anything to the kids, cause they would ask me a million times, what time he'll get here. Lol &amp;nbsp;Like I said before, I love the shorter visits. But not this short. I guess anytime we get to see him, is good enough for us! We're planning to drive out there soon, to spend a little more time with him, so that will be nice. &amp;nbsp;I can't wait to see him!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still up, working on my lesson for church tomorrow too. And making sure the kids church clothes are ready. I wish church still started at 11. Now that its starts at 9, I feel like I don't get to sleep in all week. But having church earlier in the day, actually still leaves us the rest of the day to just relax. So I can't complain. OMG, I can't believe it totally slipped my mind, that we have stake conference tomorrow morning. Nice one, Sheena! &amp;nbsp;Oh well, at least I'll be prepared for next Sunday. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2082534744814260300-5322060923888166255?l=nicksheena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicksheena.blogspot.com/feeds/5322060923888166255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2082534744814260300&amp;postID=5322060923888166255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082534744814260300/posts/default/5322060923888166255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082534744814260300/posts/default/5322060923888166255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicksheena.blogspot.com/2012/01/quick-trip.html' title='Quick trip'/><author><name>Sheena Tuakoi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01670792844536162572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2nTH3nIjDX4/TgrsbtuV9_I/AAAAAAAABng/9URXoqn-DL0/s220/Memories%2B406.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082534744814260300.post-3669291272136627455</id><published>2012-01-13T12:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T13:10:54.386-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling like a crappy daughter..</title><content type='html'>My dad has been in the army since he was 15 years old. He's been in active duty, since 2000. So he was away from home for the past couple of years. This year, we are fortunate to have him home with us! And I am loving it! He helps out in so many ways! Our kids are so attached to him, and they love just staying home with him. I swear, I never really have my kids anymore cause they always just want to stay home with their grandpa. When he goes anywhere, he loads up all his grandkids. The reason why he bought himself a suburban, was so that he could fit all of his grandkids comfortably! Lol Our kids are his life, and if any of you know him, you know that I'm not even lying. haha We can't discipline our kids when he's around, cause he freaks out on us. Lol He takes them on little walks on Sundays to the golf course across the street, and they go and collect golf balls. I've thrown away so many golf balls, cause we have them all around the house. He is really such a fun grandpa! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I decided to write a little about my dad today, because we got into an argument this morning. I love having &amp;nbsp;him home, but we have our days where we just bump heads. And today was one of those days. After all my dramatic-ness, I realized how wrong I was for yelling back at him. If I was younger, I would have never raised my voice to him! Which I still shouldn't do now!! I feel so terrible! I just get overwhelmed sometimes. And his fob ways tend to kick in, and he makes no sense to me. He screams, cause he's so mad and the things he says, just totally come off the wrong way. Today he just made me feel like I don't do anything around the house. And I couldn't just let it go, which I should have! I of course, screamed back and cried like a baby. Usually when I'm having one of my many dramatic moments, I scream, cry, and then run downstairs! haha Since we have the basement to ourselves. So that's pretty much what happened today. But as I was running down the stairs, I was screaming at him to stop being dramatic. Yet, I was the only one making a scene! LOL.. He's so use to my bipolar ways, that he just stood there and let me have my moment. That's another reason I love him so much, he always just quiets down and lets me have my big freak out session! Cause he knows after, that I'll be fine and we can talk like adults! I know I sound like the biggest brat! But this doesn't happen ALL the time. Just once in a great while.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After all the commotion, he called me back upstairs and apologized. And I just kept crying. Cause why is he apologizing? I'm the witch of a daughter that thought I could yell at him like that! I'm so mad at myself! He's the best dad, and I know he didn't deserve that from me this morning! He's the one who is home with me and my kids, while Nick is away! He is the second father figure to my kids, while Nick is away! He is still providing my family with groceries and things around the house, because that's just in his nature. He won't let me buy food for the kids, cause he feels the need to pay for things like that. He still is my DAD! And I had NO right, to think that I could talk to him that way! I don't know what I would do without him! I'm always alone here at home, when Nick is gone for months at a time. So him being home, is such a huge blessing! I need to readjust my attitude, and remember where I stand! He is still my DAD, and I love him so much!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bEbHGXea-Ms/TxCZnBLCBoI/AAAAAAAABwY/EccxMFbRhuM/s1600/280011_1871219867218_1442782620_31577226_4966220_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bEbHGXea-Ms/TxCZnBLCBoI/AAAAAAAABwY/EccxMFbRhuM/s320/280011_1871219867218_1442782620_31577226_4966220_o.jpg" width="191" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/2082534744814260300-3669291272136627455?l=nicksheena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicksheena.blogspot.com/feeds/3669291272136627455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2082534744814260300&amp;postID=3669291272136627455' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082534744814260300/posts/default/3669291272136627455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082534744814260300/posts/default/3669291272136627455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicksheena.blogspot.com/2012/01/dad.html' title='Feeling like a crappy daughter..'/><author><name>Sheena Tuakoi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01670792844536162572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2nTH3nIjDX4/TgrsbtuV9_I/AAAAAAAABng/9URXoqn-DL0/s220/Memories%2B406.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bEbHGXea-Ms/TxCZnBLCBoI/AAAAAAAABwY/EccxMFbRhuM/s72-c/280011_1871219867218_1442782620_31577226_4966220_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082534744814260300.post-6748799368038883658</id><published>2012-01-11T15:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T16:04:55.284-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Promises</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-THBm5owiSUY/Tw4iHg-mi2I/AAAAAAAABwA/it9mvPh_Vds/s1600/321870_2306049777694_1442782620_31883603_651301751_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-THBm5owiSUY/Tw4iHg-mi2I/AAAAAAAABwA/it9mvPh_Vds/s320/321870_2306049777694_1442782620_31883603_651301751_o.jpg" width="191" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our Baby..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sitting here looking through all Mele's first dance recital pictures, and decided I better blog about it. Since it was such a great memory for us. Especially her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7-Bck9cfsuE/Tw4iMW9n4cI/AAAAAAAABwQ/yBEDnwFoaQ8/s1600/377989_2310078158401_1442782620_31884910_1673480145_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7-Bck9cfsuE/Tw4iMW9n4cI/AAAAAAAABwQ/yBEDnwFoaQ8/s320/377989_2310078158401_1442782620_31884910_1673480145_n.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mele and Grandpa Pasi. He's so proud. :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t4AGNMDUJiw/Tw4iLnP_SFI/AAAAAAAABwI/FxRUzIRIS9U/s1600/335065_2306062498012_1442782620_31883615_529189171_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t4AGNMDUJiw/Tw4iLnP_SFI/AAAAAAAABwI/FxRUzIRIS9U/s320/335065_2306062498012_1442782620_31883615_529189171_o.jpg" width="279" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Beautiful girls. Ana and Mele.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Prq3GOdl3y8/Tw4g6TjiU0I/AAAAAAAABvw/Nx7nXgjN32s/s1600/IMG_4112.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Prq3GOdl3y8/Tw4g6TjiU0I/AAAAAAAABvw/Nx7nXgjN32s/s320/IMG_4112.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Beautiful first cousins.. Mele, Salote, Polu Marie, and Tasha.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mele's been dancing with the polynesian group ATOP, for a couple of months now. She had her first recital last month. She loves dancing, and it's an extra plus that she gets to dance with some of her cousins too. Back in October, we flew to New York (have to blog about that later), to visit Nick. Before we left, she asked him if he would make it to her recital or not?? Work always slows down in the winter for Nick, so he automatically assumed he would. So he promised her, that he wouldn't miss it! Mele was so happy to hear him say that! She would count down the days, not for when the recital would be. But for when Nick would be home, for her recital. Since she was young, Nick ALWAYS kept his promises! Nick came home in November, and was only home for about two weeks. Then he was sent out to Colorado. The week of the recital, I asked him if he would still be able to make it? He told me, he couldn't make it anymore. I told him it was okay. I didn't mention anything to Mele, until a couple days later. Only because she asked me if Nick was still coming? I told her he couldn't make it anymore. I didn't think anything of it, but I could see the tears running down her face. She completely broke down. I called Nick and told him to talk to her, and explain to her why he couldn't make it. And he just kept asking me, why would I tell her that! He told me to give her the phone, and he told her to stop crying.. cause he was still coming! She of course, stopped crying right away! He was so mad at me for making her cry and for even telling her that! I sure got an ear full, after Mele walked out of the room. Lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i0iBFX3K21k/Tw4cGf3P-FI/AAAAAAAABvI/HJzr-NDvIWE/s1600/210975_2306059217930_1442782620_31883611_1934561408_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i0iBFX3K21k/Tw4cGf3P-FI/AAAAAAAABvI/HJzr-NDvIWE/s320/210975_2306059217930_1442782620_31883611_1934561408_o.jpg" width="191" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;His Princess..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mele's recital was on a Wednesday. So Nick drove home after work on Tuesday night. He got in about midnight. The kids were already sleeping for school. When they woke up they were so excited to see him! The excitement in their eyes NEVER gets old when they see their daddy! He of course went and had breakfast with them at school that morning. When he got home we got ready, and ran a few errands. We met up with Nick's little sister, Taeao and her husband for lunch. Then it was time to pick the kids up from school. Our day was just going by so fast! Before we knew it, it was already time for us to head to her recital. We loved seeing all our family and friends who showed up to support her! It was great! Nick got so many shout outs for being the 'father that drove from out of state', just to see his daughter. Lol It was really sweet! And I know my husband was feeling pretty special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Mele's group came out to dance, he was so happy! I love how emotionally proud he is of her! His eyes watered up, and he kept turning to me saying, ' Isn't she so Beautiful?' and 'My baby is so pretty!!'.. haha I just laughed.. I thought it was the cutest thing. My camera broke, so I was using my phone to take pictures. And as soon as Mele started dancing, Nick ran over and started recording her. How come I'm the mom, and I didn't even think to record her. haha Sad, right? &amp;nbsp;He really was emotional, and that's the only reason I got emotional. If he wasn't there being a big cry baby, I would have been fine! Lol&amp;nbsp;After her dance number, the rest of the ATOP groups performed. At the end of the show, they called up all the 4.0 students. It was definitely a proud moment, seeing all our Tuakoi girls walk up there! Nick's parents were on cloud nine! Lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KJ6eALl5Y1Y/Tw4cQI7YSSI/AAAAAAAABvY/uDd8LnHXPGM/s1600/327810_2306056337858_1442782620_31883607_1601767934_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KJ6eALl5Y1Y/Tw4cQI7YSSI/AAAAAAAABvY/uDd8LnHXPGM/s320/327810_2306056337858_1442782620_31883607_1601767934_o.jpg" width="191" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Daddy's Girl.. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Nick had to drive back to Colorado right after the recital. So we were pretty bummed about that. When we got home, Mele hugged Nick and thanked him for NEVER breaking his promises to her! Promises are a BIG deal in our family. Probably not so much, when I make them. Lol But when Nick promises things, we all hold him to it. I'm just as bad as the kids, if he promises me something. haha He is &amp;nbsp;a man of his word!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always say how Nick is such a proud daddy! But our kids are the same way with their dad! They're so proud of their dad! And they know he's always there. No matter what! I absolutely LOVE Nick and Mele's relationship! I get a little jealous at times, but I wouldn't have it any other way! Nick driving home for less than 24 hours, just to keep his promise.. meant so much to me!! I never knew I could love him any more than I already do, but that day.. I found out that I could! It's him doing these little things, that make me fall even more in love with him!! We don't have the perfect marriage, but for me... it doesn't get any better than this! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totally off the subject, but I am so glad to say.. we are doing great with our goal to try and finish reading the BOM this year! So far, so good! :) Every night we read a chapter, hopefully we can make it a habit! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2082534744814260300-6748799368038883658?l=nicksheena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicksheena.blogspot.com/feeds/6748799368038883658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2082534744814260300&amp;postID=6748799368038883658' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082534744814260300/posts/default/6748799368038883658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082534744814260300/posts/default/6748799368038883658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicksheena.blogspot.com/2012/01/promises.html' title='Promises'/><author><name>Sheena Tuakoi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01670792844536162572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2nTH3nIjDX4/TgrsbtuV9_I/AAAAAAAABng/9URXoqn-DL0/s220/Memories%2B406.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-THBm5owiSUY/Tw4iHg-mi2I/AAAAAAAABwA/it9mvPh_Vds/s72-c/321870_2306049777694_1442782620_31883603_651301751_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082534744814260300.post-4229197291872774793</id><published>2012-01-10T15:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T15:18:43.180-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Doctor's appointment.</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yqX15BjLMX0/TwzFx7FsehI/AAAAAAAABvA/XARogpO5u6E/s1600/IMAG0694.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yqX15BjLMX0/TwzFx7FsehI/AAAAAAAABvA/XARogpO5u6E/s640/IMAG0694.jpg" width="380" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don't mind his morning looks! haha Before the shots..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;So today we had Spencer's appointment, cause there was a misunderstanding with his immunization being up to date. Come to find out, he needed 5 shots!! My poor son! I felt so bad seeing the look on his face, when his doctor told me he would need shots today. He was such a big boy though. He didn't even cry! I was so proud of him! He didn't even get a little teary eyed, but I did! He's my baby, and I know he was just trying to stay strong for me. Cause he knows I get hecka emotional, if I know they're hurting. &amp;nbsp;:( &amp;nbsp;His legs are super sore, so I told him he didn't have to go to dance practice tonight. He hurried and jumped up and has been pretending like the pain isn't there. Just so he can still go to dance practice with his cousins. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lcgJSWgyrrE/TwzFjI_UlPI/AAAAAAAABu4/Ko_dqz1Q-8w/s1600/IMAG0695.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lcgJSWgyrrE/TwzFjI_UlPI/AAAAAAAABu4/Ko_dqz1Q-8w/s400/IMAG0695.jpg" width="318" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;After!! Lol He's the biggest clown! haha&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before he had his check up, they checked his eyes. &amp;nbsp;And his vision isn't as good as it could be. He looked so scared that he couldn't see most of the smaller objects. He kept turning to me saying, ' Mom.. it's so blurry!!'.. I told him it was fine, and that some kids are like that. The doctor told us that we needed to take Spencer in to an eye doctor, but he's pretty sure he's going to need glasses. When Spencer was younger, his vision was pretty bad. But the eye doctor told us that he was too small for glasses and hopefully he would just grow out of it. We were suppose to take him back at the age of 2, if it didn't get better. But I never did, cause I assumed it was better. I guess not. So I set up an appt. for him next week. So we'll see how that goes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2082534744814260300-4229197291872774793?l=nicksheena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicksheena.blogspot.com/feeds/4229197291872774793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2082534744814260300&amp;postID=4229197291872774793' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082534744814260300/posts/default/4229197291872774793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082534744814260300/posts/default/4229197291872774793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicksheena.blogspot.com/2012/01/doctors-appointment.html' title='Doctor&apos;s appointment.'/><author><name>Sheena Tuakoi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01670792844536162572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2nTH3nIjDX4/TgrsbtuV9_I/AAAAAAAABng/9URXoqn-DL0/s220/Memories%2B406.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yqX15BjLMX0/TwzFx7FsehI/AAAAAAAABvA/XARogpO5u6E/s72-c/IMAG0694.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082534744814260300.post-9222531373202385215</id><published>2012-01-09T23:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T08:49:48.318-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In a funk..  01/09</title><content type='html'>Today wasn't as productive as I hoped. I still have laundry to do, and a ton of cleaning left. I'm still trying to get into the swing of things. So I'm somewhat still in a funk. When my house is a mess, I feel like my life is a mess! I feel so out of whack! I'm trying to get into a routine, so that I can stop feeling this way. It always happens this way when Nick is home longer than usual. haha He's been gone for a little over a week, and I still haven't found my way back to life. It's so pathetic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow will be a better day. Spencer has a doctor's appointment in the morning, and both him and Mele have dance practice with ATOP in the evening. &amp;nbsp;So between that time, I'll be home trying to get things clean. I'm determined to start my schedule off right on Wednesday. &amp;nbsp;Wake up, get kids ready for school, prayer, eat breakfast, drop them off, go to the gym, come home, volunteer at the kids school, run errands, clean house, make dinner, homework time with the kids, have kids shower, prayer, and bedtime.. Zzzzzzzzz.. &amp;nbsp;I'm already so drained just typing it. But I need to snap out of it!! Wish me luck! Tomorrow is going to be a good day! Ugh!! Lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S Happy Birthday to our niece Sila!! Hope you had the Best Day Ever! We love you!! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2082534744814260300-9222531373202385215?l=nicksheena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicksheena.blogspot.com/feeds/9222531373202385215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2082534744814260300&amp;postID=9222531373202385215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082534744814260300/posts/default/9222531373202385215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082534744814260300/posts/default/9222531373202385215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicksheena.blogspot.com/2012/01/in-funk-0109.html' title='In a funk..  01/09'/><author><name>Sheena Tuakoi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01670792844536162572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2nTH3nIjDX4/TgrsbtuV9_I/AAAAAAAABng/9URXoqn-DL0/s220/Memories%2B406.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082534744814260300.post-2605839154694845052</id><published>2012-01-08T21:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T22:00:39.993-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday.. 01/08/12</title><content type='html'>I'm trying to stick to my goal, and blog at the end of each day.. &amp;nbsp;Cause I obviously haven't been blogging for the past two years or so.. Terrible! I've passed up so many opportunities to blog about so many things, that thinking about it now just makes me sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we didn't do much, just got up and went to church. I mentioned in my previous post that I was called to be a primary teacher in our ward at the beginning of last year. It's been such a huge blessing. I love teaching and being taught by our young ones. Last year I taught Mele's class, which was the 7&amp;amp;8 year olds. And that was fun, Mele answered ALL the questions. So she made me feel like an awesome teacher. haha I just found out today, that our primary presidency had moved me, and I will now be teaching the 6&amp;amp;7 year &amp;nbsp;olds. Do you know what that means?? That means I no longer teach Mele, but I now have Spencer!!! LOL Coincidence?? I think not!! His reaction to hearing that I was now his teacher, was the most dramatic reaction ever! He threw his head back, and his arms up and he yelled.. 'NOOOOOOOOO!!!' The other teachers couldn't help but &amp;nbsp;laugh, maybe cause I sat there with the same reaction!! hahaha &amp;nbsp;My first Sunday teaching him, wasn't as bad as I expected. Considering I've seen him worse. And it doesn't help that I have ALL boys in my class, all the same age group as Spencer. So it's like a bunch of little Spencer's, talking my ears off and putting in request for what kind of treats they want me to bring next week! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During our class today, Spencer kept shouting out answers. &amp;nbsp;This is kind of how our conversation went..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sister Tuakoi : Son, stop shouting out the answers. If you don't raise your hand, I'm not calling on you!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spencer : Mom, don't call me 'Son' in class! At church, I'm 'Spencer'. At home, I'm 'Son'..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sister Tuakoi : Fine!! Don't call me 'MOM' at church, only 'Sister Tuakoi'..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spencer : Fair enough..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so shocked at his response!! I think he hangs out with his aunty Lai, way too much!! hahaha Who talks like that?! He's only 6!! He's the biggest nerd, and I couldn't stop giving him the, ' you wait when we get home' look!! I can tell this is going to be a fun journey!! Lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, Nick attended the ward out there in Colorado today. Before he left he packed his church clothes, and that gave me the best feeling inside. So you can only imagine how excited I was, when he called this morning while we were getting ready for church, and he told me he was doing the same. He said their ward was as big as ours. And that everyone was so friendly. He was just happy that he could take sacrament. I'm always nagging him about finding a church to go to, when he's out of town. But I don't know, lately I just didn't care to get on him anymore. I figured, he's a grown man. If he wanted to go to church, he would. That's why I'm loving this new him!! Renewing his recommend, going to church without me saying anything!! What was even more shocking, was when we called him to say prayer.. he was watching a devotional. Who is this guy, and what has he done with my husband?? I'm not complaining though!! It definitely started my week off GREAT!! :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost forgot to mention that my younger brother Fasa, who has been here for 3 weeks now, finally went back to California today. It was fun having him here, we can definitely tell how fast our younger siblings are growing. They're all bigger than I am now! Lol&amp;nbsp; Hoping he comes again real soon.. We love you Fasa!! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2082534744814260300-2605839154694845052?l=nicksheena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicksheena.blogspot.com/feeds/2605839154694845052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2082534744814260300&amp;postID=2605839154694845052' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082534744814260300/posts/default/2605839154694845052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082534744814260300/posts/default/2605839154694845052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicksheena.blogspot.com/2012/01/sunday-010812.html' title='Sunday.. 01/08/12'/><author><name>Sheena Tuakoi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01670792844536162572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2nTH3nIjDX4/TgrsbtuV9_I/AAAAAAAABng/9URXoqn-DL0/s220/Memories%2B406.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082534744814260300.post-1198662297883256113</id><published>2012-01-06T09:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T13:06:40.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2011</title><content type='html'>So I'm really going to try hard to keep up with my blog this year. Even if it's brief little entries. Just so that I can have record of it, in case I forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j3-FbBfQtFg/Twdg6WWeOKI/AAAAAAAABuo/QXDmJzghx8k/s1600/Photo+on+1-1-12+at+12.01+AM+%25235.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="332" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j3-FbBfQtFg/Twdg6WWeOKI/AAAAAAAABuo/QXDmJzghx8k/s400/Photo+on+1-1-12+at+12.01+AM+%25235.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;2011 was such a good year for us. &amp;nbsp;Some of the highlights of 2011:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Our 8 year anniversary&lt;br /&gt;* Mele turned 8, and was baptized&lt;br /&gt;* Grandpa Pasi moved home&lt;br /&gt;* Spencer started Kindergarten&lt;br /&gt;* We traveled to Montana&lt;br /&gt;* We traveled to NEW YORK&lt;br /&gt;* Nick worked all year long&lt;br /&gt;* I was called as a Primary teacher&lt;br /&gt;* Made new friends&lt;br /&gt;* Welcomed a new niece and nephews into our lives&lt;br /&gt;* Redecorating our home(Pinterest)&lt;br /&gt;* Finally got an iMac (for Christmas..yay!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yeYNwtcsGds/TwdhBt9XbaI/AAAAAAAABuw/LmVODwJ_nEk/s1600/Photo+on+1-1-12+at+12.01+AM+%25232.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yeYNwtcsGds/TwdhBt9XbaI/AAAAAAAABuw/LmVODwJ_nEk/s320/Photo+on+1-1-12+at+12.01+AM+%25232.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Those were just a few of the highlights from our year. So many memories. I swear, the older I get the faster the years are going by. This was a year for me to try and figure out what I wanted to really do with myself. Since both our kids were in&amp;nbsp;school all day. I think one of the things I loved most since the kids have been in school, was getting my quality time with Nick (when he's home). We always go on little dates, or just go cruising anywhere and everywhere. It was the best! &amp;nbsp;2011 has to be my favorite 'marriage' year so far!! haha I still haven't really figured out what I'm going to do with all my spare time, so I'll stick to volunteering at the kids school for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past Christmas was amazing. We spent so much time with all our extended families, and really felt the true meaning of Christmas. A bit overwhelming before Nick got home, with all the running around trying to get Christmas gifts and all. But I was quickly reminded by a good friend, that I shouldn't stress about the material things, or I will lose sight of the true meaning of Christmas. But after Nick got home, everything worked out and we had the Best Christmas yet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are so excited for this new year! 2012 is going to be epic! And we can't wait to learn, grow, and make many new memories together! We still are pushing for our 2011 goals, just trying even harder this time around. We are blessed with great family and friends! Our love for the gospel has also grown in so many ways. We truly cannot complain about 2011. &amp;nbsp;All in all, it was a good year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2082534744814260300-1198662297883256113?l=nicksheena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicksheena.blogspot.com/feeds/1198662297883256113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2082534744814260300&amp;postID=1198662297883256113' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082534744814260300/posts/default/1198662297883256113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082534744814260300/posts/default/1198662297883256113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicksheena.blogspot.com/2012/01/2011.html' title='2011'/><author><name>Sheena Tuakoi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01670792844536162572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2nTH3nIjDX4/TgrsbtuV9_I/AAAAAAAABng/9URXoqn-DL0/s220/Memories%2B406.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j3-FbBfQtFg/Twdg6WWeOKI/AAAAAAAABuo/QXDmJzghx8k/s72-c/Photo+on+1-1-12+at+12.01+AM+%25235.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082534744814260300.post-3938654620378575802</id><published>2012-01-03T01:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T17:30:05.318-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My BFF!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-64JCiiPckec/TwLMtAExMuI/AAAAAAAABt4/T0xckdkLEic/s1600/Photo+on+12-26-11+at+10.07+PM+%25232.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-64JCiiPckec/TwLMtAExMuI/AAAAAAAABt4/T0xckdkLEic/s320/Photo+on+12-26-11+at+10.07+PM+%25232.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's like 2 in the morning now, and I can't sleep. I think it's because Nick is leaving tomorrow. I usually can NEVER sleep the night before he leaves. I go into stalker mode and just watch him sleep. Creepy, I know. I've even recorded him snoring while he's asleep. Terrible, right?? I HATE that his trip home is already coming to an end. It's these longer trips at home, that make it harder for me when he leaves. The shorter trips are easier to handle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yrTLbahtuG4/TwLNG5aZaDI/AAAAAAAABuI/RCzCUzKBxUo/s1600/IMAG0473.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="191" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yrTLbahtuG4/TwLNG5aZaDI/AAAAAAAABuI/RCzCUzKBxUo/s320/IMAG0473.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I kind of stalk both my boys when they sleep! Don't judge me! Lol&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier today, we decided to take the kids to Planet Play for fhe. And just to go have fun, since it was &amp;nbsp;Nick's last night and all. While the kids and I were getting ready.. Nick said he had to run down the street really quick. I didn't think anything of it, cause I was too busy getting the kids and myself ready. When he got back, we headed to Draper. He said, he wanted to go on a date tomorrow morning after the kids went to school and before he leaves. I'm always so excited for our little dates, cause it always involves food! Lol So I asked him, what he wanted to do?? He said he wanted to go and do a session and have breakfast at the temple.. I just looked at him kind of shocked, cause I knew he still needed to renew his recommend. He's gone so much, that every time I renew my recommend, he's out of state. I stared at him and asked him, what about his recommend? He looked at me and said, everything is taken care of! I guess on Sunday he had set up and interview with the bishop ( which I had no clue), and he met with the stake president right before we headed to Planet Play. That very second, I know I had the ugliest emotional face ever!! Lol Out of everything he got me for Christmas, THIS was seriously the BEST gift ever!! I'm always telling him how much I want us to go TOGETHER to the temple. So for him to get his recommend and everything situated, so that we can go and do a session before he goes back to Colorado, means the world to me!!! Maybe that's another reason I can't sleep? I'm so excited about our date tomorrow morning. :) I am so in LOVE with this man!! He spoils me and treats me like the Queen that I am!! haha ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lKDMoP9aWX8/TwLNZ_BmJ4I/AAAAAAAABuQ/oC-WhBTlHDM/s1600/Photo+on+12-26-11+at+10.07+PM.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lKDMoP9aWX8/TwLNZ_BmJ4I/AAAAAAAABuQ/oC-WhBTlHDM/s320/Photo+on+12-26-11+at+10.07+PM.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pretty sure this is how my emotional face looked!! haha&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; --------------------- TO MY LOVE--------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You My Handsome, for loving me more than I deserve sometimes!! ;) This has to have been the BEST Christmas yet!! You ALWAYS make me feel like I'm the only women in the world(other than Mele)!! And I'm so GRATEFUL and BLESSED to have you as my Best Friend!! 2012 is going to be an amazing year! Can't wait to make new memories with you and our crazy little offspring!! :) Love you sooooooo much!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6wExhK-xo_w/TwLNkgGykQI/AAAAAAAABuY/2G82kagbQnY/s1600/Photo+on+12-26-11+at+10.06+PM+%25232.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6wExhK-xo_w/TwLNkgGykQI/AAAAAAAABuY/2G82kagbQnY/s320/Photo+on+12-26-11+at+10.06+PM+%25232.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our HAPPY, sort of Creepy smiles.. haha&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&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/2082534744814260300-3938654620378575802?l=nicksheena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicksheena.blogspot.com/feeds/3938654620378575802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2082534744814260300&amp;postID=3938654620378575802' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082534744814260300/posts/default/3938654620378575802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082534744814260300/posts/default/3938654620378575802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicksheena.blogspot.com/2012/01/my-bff.html' title='My BFF!!'/><author><name>Sheena Tuakoi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01670792844536162572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2nTH3nIjDX4/TgrsbtuV9_I/AAAAAAAABng/9URXoqn-DL0/s220/Memories%2B406.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-64JCiiPckec/TwLMtAExMuI/AAAAAAAABt4/T0xckdkLEic/s72-c/Photo+on+12-26-11+at+10.07+PM+%25232.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082534744814260300.post-2264343212392447077</id><published>2011-10-03T13:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T13:18:49.664-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update.. :)</title><content type='html'>I've been out of the blogging world for some time now.. I hate when I do this, cause that just means I have so much catching up to do!! So here's just an update of where we're at now.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick is currently working in 'NEW YORK'.. And yes, he is LOVING it! He of course hates being away from home, but come on now.. it's 'NEW YORK!!' hahaha I can't say it enough.. 'NEW YORK!!'. The kids and I, are so excited about our trip out there at the end of the month! 15 more days to be exact. We haven't seen Nick since the 4th of July. So this visit is long over due! Nick is staying in a little city called, Binghamton. Which is only like a three hour drive away from Time Square and everything. Nick's already been to Time Square and says it's soooo crazy!! He even saw Bill Clinton and Angela (Rev Runs daughter). Pretty neat, right?? Our kids are so excited about going to New York, they even pray about it. Just the other day, Spencer was asking Heavenly Father if he would please watch over the Statue of Liberty!! LOL He is such a nerd! The excitement in Nick and the kids voices, when they talk about us all being together again in 'New York' is PRICELESS!! There's so much they all want to do and see, and all I want to do is just enjoy every minute of us being TOGETHER!! My kids look forward to all the big things out there, and so am I. But most of all, I just want to enjoy having Nick by my side again!! The past couple days seem to have been really taking a toll on him. He's getting a little homesick, and he calls about ten times every hour. He calls every morning, and right when I answer, he's saying how many days we have left until he gets to see/hold us. haha Once again, I'm just excited to do all the little things with him!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now on to Mele and Spencer.. They are both at the top of their classes. Mele is always finishing her work early, and loves helping her fellow classmates out. She has always been such a great helper. Spencer on the other hand, is the same way. But his teacher and I, decided that he needed more classwork and homework to keep him busy. He has little jobs around his class, that also help keep him busy and out of trouble. They are both loving school. They are both dancing for ATOP, which is a Polynesian dance group. Mele is loving it. Spencer seems like he's starting to get a little restless with it. Lol I swear, this kid has me always trying to find new ways to keep him busy!! haha I'm starting to adapt better to them being in school all day.. But I'm still missing them, even though they drive me crazy the second they get home! Lol &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now on to me.. YAY!! haha I've been keeping super busy lately, trying to redecorate everything and anything I can! Lol I just finished my room and living room, and I'm so excited for Nick to see it all!! I think that's probably why he's getting so homesick, cause I'm sending all these pictures of home.. :( Oh well, I just want him to see it all! hahaha At the moment, I'm working on my kitchen/dinning room/family room area!! It's in the process of being painted. I'm so excited to have it all done!! I want it all done before we leave to 'New York'.. that way when we get back, I'll just need to do our bathrooms. :) If I'm up for another project before I go to 'New York', I'll try and do the bathrooms before then?? We'll see though.. I have some AWESOME partners in helping me redecorate my home! Sega and Tangi Asiata!! Tangi not so much anymore, cause she's too busy!! Lol But she helped a ton with my room! (Thank you Tawny!!!) Sega is AMAZING at what she does and I'm so grateful we have similar taste in decor!! LOL I really only ask these two for their help, cause I LOVE LOVE LOVE their company!! They are truly friends who I KNOW will be around for a very very long time!! I love these ladies, but love my house more! bwahahahahahaha.. That's pretty much all right now.. I probably won't blog again until we return from 'New York'.. Don't miss us too much!!! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2082534744814260300-2264343212392447077?l=nicksheena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicksheena.blogspot.com/feeds/2264343212392447077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2082534744814260300&amp;postID=2264343212392447077' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082534744814260300/posts/default/2264343212392447077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082534744814260300/posts/default/2264343212392447077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicksheena.blogspot.com/2011/10/update.html' title='Update.. :)'/><author><name>Sheena Tuakoi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01670792844536162572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2nTH3nIjDX4/TgrsbtuV9_I/AAAAAAAABng/9URXoqn-DL0/s220/Memories%2B406.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082534744814260300.post-2478196369368140984</id><published>2011-07-24T21:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T21:17:28.567-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Only 17 hours at home, and worth EVERY MINUTE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--S9swrhbYVE/TizrAeDTnVI/AAAAAAAABtQ/YuT8mC62ROc/s1600/283316_245423252149058_146996081991776_910895_1396913_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="259" width="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--S9swrhbYVE/TizrAeDTnVI/AAAAAAAABtQ/YuT8mC62ROc/s400/283316_245423252149058_146996081991776_910895_1396913_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I took my little sister and brother Tulai and Tueni, to the Pioneer Reggae Bash. We really enjoyed it. All the performers were so good, especially One Foundation! I'm so glad my younger sibblings wanted to go, cause if it weren't for them..we would have just stayed home. Lol Nick kept calling me during the concert asking me how the concert was going? I told him how good everyone was, and that I couldn't really hear him. So he started texting me every now and then. I didn't think anything of it, because we were having such a good time. haha Right as the concert was ending, he was calling.. AGAIN! I answer to tell him that the concert just ended and that I'll call him as soon as I get to the&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;car. And he tells me, "Well.. I'm OUTSIDE!!".. I respond by saying, "Shut the heck up!".. LOL He tells me again, that he is really outside! I literally start running for the door, in hopes that this wasn't some sick joke of his! (which he does when he's bored!) Sure enough, THERE HE WAS!! :) My handsome was really here!! I started to run to him, to bad there wasn't any wind blowing, cause it would have made this moment perfect! haha Don't hate! LOL He had the biggest smile on his face, and I had an even bigger smile on my face, cause I noticed he was holding something.. In my mind I was secretly saying, "Please be for me! Please be for me!".. haha When I got to him, I hugged him and asked him what was he doing here? He said they gave them all a day off on Sunday, and he wanted to be home with me and the kids before he left to North Dakota this week! I was so HAPPY! He then pulls something out from under his arm, and it was the Fossil bag I've been wanting for a while now! YAY ME!! I'm a big fan of Fossil's bags. Their pretty pricey for just a bag, so that's why I could never bring myself to buy one! Lol But since Nick bought it, who am I to argue! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2Gv6ZxSpQ48/Tizm59zNaaI/AAAAAAAABs4/mvYS5a4zAVc/s1600/ZB4779133_main.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2Gv6ZxSpQ48/Tizm59zNaaI/AAAAAAAABs4/mvYS5a4zAVc/s400/ZB4779133_main.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I LOVE how much room they have.. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Nd-jCzLkTDo/TiznSMrJLvI/AAAAAAAABtI/7G_fCxcYkcQ/s1600/ZB4779133_1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Nd-jCzLkTDo/TiznSMrJLvI/AAAAAAAABtI/7G_fCxcYkcQ/s400/ZB4779133_1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This guy ALWAYS brings me something home, even if it's just for a quick visit.The last visit when he came for the 4th of July, he brought me perfume. The True Religion Hippie Chic one that I always mention to him, but never knew he really paid any attention to! Lol &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JGSzCYz3KqI/Tizm53_2NOI/AAAAAAAABtA/GOs1TsJfDjM/s1600/truereligion_hippiechicset_bnr.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="250" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JGSzCYz3KqI/Tizm53_2NOI/AAAAAAAABtA/GOs1TsJfDjM/s400/truereligion_hippiechicset_bnr.jpg" width="340" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's definitely been stepping up his game after the very disappointing anniversary gift! Every year for our anniversary, Nick sends me an edible fruit bouquet and&amp;nbsp;if he's in town, he always has something special planned.&amp;nbsp;This year, I was HOPING&amp;nbsp; he would change it up a little. When May 2nd rolled around, sure enough.. I get another fruit bouquet. Don't get me wrong, I appreciated it. But I just wanted something different this year. I promise I'm not a brat! haha I had a long talk with him the night of our anniversary. I talked to him about how I feel like he's getting too comfortable with sending me edible arrangements, and how I feel like it's just expected now. I told him how sad it made me feel that I wasn't being surprised anymore. Being a wife, those are some of the things I look forward to. And he really had NO idea. He just apologized over and over.But I don't blame him, cause I'm not a flower kind of girl. I prefer getting things that I can actually use or eat! LOL So with him out of town all the time, that's usually all he thinks of sending me. After that night, he sends me gifts here and there and I LOVE it! He really does know how to SURPRISE me, even though he knows how much I HATE surprises!&amp;nbsp;haha He is such a Great Guy!! I feel so LUCKY and BLESSED to have such an AMAZING HUSBAND, who always takes my WANTS and needs into consideration! ;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was only home for 17 hours. He left earlier today, but I'm still on cloud 9! :) Even though the kids and I, have been out to see him a couple times already.. it still doesn't get old! All his surprising moments, definitely out weigh the annoying ones! Lol &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, we offically both have the same phone now! LOL.. He absolutely REFUSED to get the iPhone 4!! Oh well, he's lucky he brought me something, or I would have thrown a fit! haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2082534744814260300-2478196369368140984?l=nicksheena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicksheena.blogspot.com/feeds/2478196369368140984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2082534744814260300&amp;postID=2478196369368140984' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082534744814260300/posts/default/2478196369368140984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082534744814260300/posts/default/2478196369368140984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicksheena.blogspot.com/2011/07/only-17-hours-at-home-and-worth-every.html' title='Only 17 hours at home, and worth EVERY MINUTE!'/><author><name>Sheena Tuakoi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01670792844536162572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2nTH3nIjDX4/TgrsbtuV9_I/AAAAAAAABng/9URXoqn-DL0/s220/Memories%2B406.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--S9swrhbYVE/TizrAeDTnVI/AAAAAAAABtQ/YuT8mC62ROc/s72-c/283316_245423252149058_146996081991776_910895_1396913_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082534744814260300.post-1356232440506137019</id><published>2011-07-19T16:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T22:43:43.118-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hate Goodbyes..</title><content type='html'>Heading home tomorrow. I hate when we have to leave Nick. I hate showing him that I get so emotional, so I usually wait until we drive off before I break down. He always tells me, it makes it harder if he sees me cry. So I try my hardest to put on a straight face. It's so sad seeing my kids get emotional, while saying our goodbyes.. It was easier when they were younger, when they had no idea what was going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--smqngRJXU0/TiYTPjSHZhI/AAAAAAAABsg/cdD0YoMe4o4/s1600/282700_1862871378511_1442782620_31569081_840763_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" m$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--smqngRJXU0/TiYTPjSHZhI/AAAAAAAABsg/cdD0YoMe4o4/s320/282700_1862871378511_1442782620_31569081_840763_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;I still remember the first time Mele realized what was going on. We were dropping Nick off to the airport, cause he was leaving for Louisiana. She was only 2, and she hugged Nick and wouldn't let go. Nick asked her what was wrong, and all she could tell&amp;nbsp;him , through all her tears, was that she was really sad. I saw when Mele was born, how instantly Nick was attached to her. He was and&amp;nbsp; forever will be so overprotective with her. This little girl can do no wrong in her daddy's eyes! haha When we would argue(me throw a fit), he would leave.. with Mele. He took her everywhere! He says I spoil Spencer, but he was worse with Mele! So hearing her tell him this for the first time, broke his heart! That day he held on to her so tight and just cried! Of course, I was begging him to just quit. But I knew he wouldn't, cause with Nick's background, this was probably the only job that would even consider having him work for them. I told him she would be fine, but all he kept saying, was how much little girls NEED their daddy's! I know that's why even though he's away all the time, he makes sure that him and Mele stay close and that she knows he's there no matter what! I LOVE the relationship he has with her.. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Now that Spencer is old enough and he understands what's going on. It makes it 10 times harder for me. You don't know how many times I've wanted to just pick up and and travel with Nick. It's just hard, cause we want our kids to have stability in their lives. So when they're in school, we don't travel as much to see him. Plus, we have our responsibilities&amp;nbsp;back at home that need to be tended to. Just last night, Spencer came and hugged me and told me he's going to miss his daddy. I told him, so was I. Then he turned to me and said, but he's my Best Friend. He's just your husband.&amp;nbsp; I almost cried, but I played it off and fought back my tears. To Spencer, being Best Friends, is the most love you can give to someone. When Nick calls Spencer, it's usually&amp;nbsp; by one of these nicknames,&amp;nbsp;Son,&amp;nbsp; Best Friend, and sometimes it's even " Da Boy".. Spencer answers to all of these nicknames. :)&amp;nbsp; Spencer is always asking me to call Nick, so he can tell his dad any little thing that is going on in his oh so dramatic life. I swear this kid makes life seem so complicated. haha He's only 5!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dBkzBnIHpBo/TiYn1IAbB_I/AAAAAAAABso/DIedwgGZh5A/s1600/tn.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" m$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dBkzBnIHpBo/TiYn1IAbB_I/AAAAAAAABso/DIedwgGZh5A/s320/tn.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I go through phases where I start feeling sorry for myself. And those are the days I'll lock myself in my room and just cry. But then I start to think how much harder it is for other people. I have my 2&amp;nbsp;sister in laws, who are both pregnant (one giving birth today), who are in the same boat as myself. They are Amazing Mother's. They do what I do everyday, if not.. more! When I think of them, I'm quickly reminded of how pathetic I am being. It just NEVER gets easy! After leaving here, we won't see Nick again for another month or so.. This sucks! :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2082534744814260300-1356232440506137019?l=nicksheena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicksheena.blogspot.com/feeds/1356232440506137019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2082534744814260300&amp;postID=1356232440506137019' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082534744814260300/posts/default/1356232440506137019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082534744814260300/posts/default/1356232440506137019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicksheena.blogspot.com/2011/07/hate-goodbyes.html' title='Hate Goodbyes..'/><author><name>Sheena Tuakoi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01670792844536162572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2nTH3nIjDX4/TgrsbtuV9_I/AAAAAAAABng/9URXoqn-DL0/s220/Memories%2B406.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--smqngRJXU0/TiYTPjSHZhI/AAAAAAAABsg/cdD0YoMe4o4/s72-c/282700_1862871378511_1442782620_31569081_840763_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082534744814260300.post-6310723269780842907</id><published>2011-07-18T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T08:40:37.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dramatic much?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;No Video Games&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;+&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spencer &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;WITHDRAWALS&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Spencer is being super dramatic here in Montana. He's going crazy cause he doesn't have his video games. I told him he couldn't bring any. I told him he could bring his DSi, but he was having a moment, so I changed my mind. He's usually okay, cause I can occupy him with swimming, but not this time around. I've been calling him dramatic all week, and he's been responding by calling me.. ANNOYING! This kid has such a smart mouth, that once I can hold myself back from laughing so hard at the things he says, I'm going to smack him!! I'm glad he's such a bright boy, but sometimes he's just too smart for his own good! We went to dinner the other night, and this was him having one of his many moments about not having his video games. haha This kid! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BOSO-G4TTIE/TiRQX_0VYXI/AAAAAAAABsc/Iml154oztiE/s1600/611.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="cssfloat: right; height: 302px; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; width: 249px;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" m$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BOSO-G4TTIE/TiRQX_0VYXI/AAAAAAAABsc/Iml154oztiE/s320/611.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He didn't even eat. He was too busy, fevering up. Yes, you heard me right! He was literally making himself sick! Don't ask me how, but he did! He is so &lt;b&gt;DRAMATIC!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2082534744814260300-6310723269780842907?l=nicksheena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicksheena.blogspot.com/feeds/6310723269780842907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2082534744814260300&amp;postID=6310723269780842907' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082534744814260300/posts/default/6310723269780842907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082534744814260300/posts/default/6310723269780842907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicksheena.blogspot.com/2011/07/withdrawals.html' title='Dramatic much?!'/><author><name>Sheena Tuakoi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01670792844536162572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2nTH3nIjDX4/TgrsbtuV9_I/AAAAAAAABng/9URXoqn-DL0/s220/Memories%2B406.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BOSO-G4TTIE/TiRQX_0VYXI/AAAAAAAABsc/Iml154oztiE/s72-c/611.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082534744814260300.post-4067624879099684528</id><published>2011-07-15T23:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T23:42:22.382-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Music makes me smile.. :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Music always has its way of cheering me up and making me smile. I go through phases with songs, depending on my mood. And these two songs are currently on repeat! :)&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;This is Beyonce rehearsing one of her new songs off of her new album. This has to be one of my favorite songs of hers. Only she can give me the chills every time she performs. She's AMAZING! I LOVE HER!!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://1.gvt0.com/vi/XaGy2eBnG6k/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XaGy2eBnG6k&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XaGy2eBnG6k&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I heard this song from a friend who posted it on facebook, and I can't get it out of my head! If Nick was an alcoholic, I would be the reason why! ;)&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://3.gvt0.com/vi/PTiXz1Em0BM/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PTiXz1Em0BM&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PTiXz1Em0BM&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2082534744814260300-4067624879099684528?l=nicksheena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicksheena.blogspot.com/feeds/4067624879099684528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2082534744814260300&amp;postID=4067624879099684528' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082534744814260300/posts/default/4067624879099684528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082534744814260300/posts/default/4067624879099684528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicksheena.blogspot.com/2011/07/music-makes-me-smile_15.html' title='Music makes me smile.. :)'/><author><name>Sheena Tuakoi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01670792844536162572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2nTH3nIjDX4/TgrsbtuV9_I/AAAAAAAABng/9URXoqn-DL0/s220/Memories%2B406.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082534744814260300.post-1778247734444083332</id><published>2011-07-12T21:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T21:48:16.125-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Working Mama..</title><content type='html'>So I'm just sitting here taking a break from cleaning and doing laundry. We'll be heading back out to Montana on Thursday morning to spend a week with Nick. He'll be leaving to North Dakota in about a week and a half. So we won't be able to drive out there, as much as we do to Montana. North Dakota is about a 12 hour drive from here, I think?? Not sure, but I know it's a really long drive. One that I do NOT plan on making anytime soon! Lol &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick has been getting really homesick lately, so he's been asking for us to please drive out there. I always notice that when Nick is having a tough time being away from home, I'm usually okay. And I'll be the one to be strong for us. Then I have my days of being depressed and missing him, and he'll be the strong one. I love how it is always playing out like this. Cause I don't know how it would be, if we both had our bad days together??.. Lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from us leaving on Thursday. I've been hecka job hunting lately. It's pretty scary and nerve wrecking, thinking about jumping back into the work field. This feeling reminds me of how I felt on my first day of jr. high and high school. Not knowing what to expect, is really scary. I'm so determined to get into the airlines though! Cause then we could just fly to wherever Nick is working. But it's just not happening right now. So I've been applying for front desk(hotels) and receptionist jobs, just to keep me busy until Delta calls me back!! Hoping and praying they call me back!! haha I really need a job since Mele and Spencer will both be in school this year. I can't imagine how much time I'm going to have on my hands. I'm going to go CRAZY!! I need a job ASAP! Nick already told me, that whatever money I make from my job, is all mine! So maybe that's why I'm wanting a job even more now! Lol Even though I know, it will all probably just go to savings. I just love the thought of me being able to bring in some kind of income and just helping my little family out. I'll feel so much more useful! :) As corny as it sounds, I want to be able to spoil my husband! Without using his own money to do it. Lol So if any of you know of any jobs hiring, let me know.. :) Preferably, airline jobs! Lol &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck.. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2082534744814260300-1778247734444083332?l=nicksheena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicksheena.blogspot.com/feeds/1778247734444083332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2082534744814260300&amp;postID=1778247734444083332' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082534744814260300/posts/default/1778247734444083332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082534744814260300/posts/default/1778247734444083332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicksheena.blogspot.com/2011/07/working-mama.html' title='Working Mama..'/><author><name>Sheena Tuakoi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01670792844536162572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2nTH3nIjDX4/TgrsbtuV9_I/AAAAAAAABng/9URXoqn-DL0/s220/Memories%2B406.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082534744814260300.post-6569179632921613264</id><published>2011-07-05T20:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T23:16:31.347-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mele's Special Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MTMS_prmPco/ThPalRLJBHI/AAAAAAAABpo/t6bXRaOVuIw/s1600/269802_214191508622195_100000940431096_551754_2223297_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 246px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MTMS_prmPco/ThPalRLJBHI/AAAAAAAABpo/t6bXRaOVuIw/s400/269802_214191508622195_100000940431096_551754_2223297_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626080693316027506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as you all probably already know, Mele was baptized last Saturday. We've been talking about this day, since she was born! haha This, her graduation day, her wedding day.. :) Nick and I, knew we wanted to do something big for her. Cause being baptized is a HUGE deal. Such a big decision when you're only 8 years old. :) Nick was so nervous to baptize and confirm her. But he did a really a good job. I'm so bummed I couldn't really hear him confirming her, because all I could hear was my son playing and screaming in the foyer! Terrible! But it didn't make it any less special. I'm so very proud of the both of them! :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday, Mele wanted Nick to walk her up to the front, so that she could bare her testimony. He said okay, and when they sat up there to wait for her turn, Nick told her not to be nervous, and she turned to him and said.. "I'm not daddy, I have a really good feeling".. When Nick told me this, I couldn't help but get emotional. I asked him what did he tell her after she said that? And he said he told her that, that was the Holy Ghost.. and she just smiled. She's been learning a lot about the Holy Ghost and being baptized lately. So the thought of her having the Holy Ghost with her all the time now, is the coolest thing ever! :) She did such a great job on baring her testimony for the first time. She looked like a pro! I felt the spirit so strong, as I sat there and listened to how strong and confident she was about becoming a member of the only true church on earth! My heart was so full of joy! And for the first time in about 16 years, who would have thought that Nick would be baring his testimony too. I cried the whole time, just listening to his voice shake from being so nervous, and expressing how much love he had for the gospel and our family!! Hearing him say that when he calls me on Sundays, and just hearing that the kids and I are getting ready for church, makes him feel so Happy. He was mentioning all these little things, that I thought went unnoticed, and I just broke down. Seeing what strong testimonies Nick and Mele had, has to be one of the proudest moments of my life! It was definitely a "SPECIAL DAY".. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was even more special being able to have Nick and my family in town. I had my my mom, sisters, and my auntie Sina(2nd mom) and her family all here as well. It was so nice! I MISS them all so much! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rF4iQ6D_1UI/ThPZwybEikI/AAAAAAAABoY/BZaERaJwDnA/s1600/260098_214191588622187_100000940431096_551755_6970047_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rF4iQ6D_1UI/ThPZwybEikI/AAAAAAAABoY/BZaERaJwDnA/s400/260098_214191588622187_100000940431096_551755_6970047_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626079791708146242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ofOWiimDCs0/ThPaSdbFhXI/AAAAAAAABpg/KZv5WDaK70E/s1600/264963_214191378622208_100000940431096_551752_4531074_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ofOWiimDCs0/ThPaSdbFhXI/AAAAAAAABpg/KZv5WDaK70E/s400/264963_214191378622208_100000940431096_551752_4531074_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626080370186618226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PtklZ5GR9vk/ThPaR1XZfBI/AAAAAAAABpY/PLMxhX_LA_8/s1600/271083_214191751955504_100000940431096_551758_3879043_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 387px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Gr5BCmLSdmI/ThPZxcCLCpI/AAAAAAAABoo/Ute3dDlyFAc/s400/265143_214191868622159_100000940431096_551760_3446587_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626079802878003858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bSYSiQUzB1Q/ThPZxKqv_2I/AAAAAAAABog/liKmC9_UQkI/s1600/260256_214191638622182_100000940431096_551756_4008304_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 217px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bSYSiQUzB1Q/ThPZxKqv_2I/AAAAAAAABog/liKmC9_UQkI/s400/260256_214191638622182_100000940431096_551756_4008304_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626079798216359778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After her baptism on Saturday, we threw her a big baptism/birthday party. We worked with a friend/party planner Kassie Feinga, to get her party planned out and situated. And for the record, we definitely recommend going through Kassie and her sisters for any event!! :) We didn't stress about anything, but the food! And even that, I'm kicking myself for not having it catered!! It was absolutely AMAZING!! Kassie and her sisters did such an Awesome job on Everything!! We couldn't have been happier! But most importantly, Mele was extremely Excited and Thrilled about her party!! The look on her face, made it all worth it!! :) Pictures just don't justify how awesome this party was! We still are getting comments on how much fun everyone had, and how cute everything was. So a BIG THANK YOU to Kassie and her family!! We couldn't be more pleased with how EVERYTHING turned out!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a ton of pictures! Best Party Ever!!!!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q6NC30Jk6-A/ThPepXou8MI/AAAAAAAABsI/NCrUfsNK6QU/s1600/270246_1825712645694_1326603449_31560664_3443766_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 265px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q6NC30Jk6-A/ThPepXou8MI/AAAAAAAABsI/NCrUfsNK6QU/s400/270246_1825712645694_1326603449_31560664_3443766_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626085161816748226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GhOwuYEIbUQ/ThPcA-OVmCI/AAAAAAAABqQ/jTikD6drebw/s1600/263421_1825707165557_1326603449_31560643_6826455_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GhOwuYEIbUQ/ThPcA-OVmCI/AAAAAAAABqQ/jTikD6drebw/s400/263421_1825707165557_1326603449_31560643_6826455_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626082268777125922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Alv5Pz-UPlA/ThPcANzOPeI/AAAAAAAABqI/jNdXdyTnLuY/s1600/270656_1825709805623_1326603449_31560651_4689021_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-92VHA1wAFk4/ThVO6lFeFfI/AAAAAAAABsY/GHdAyeH_kqc/s400/270399_177432365652622_120173248045201_496300_8218151_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626490077763737074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--h0iPISZB-E/ThVO6T9LhrI/AAAAAAAABsQ/t8A7MnhCbGo/s1600/263659_177432612319264_120173248045201_496301_223326_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--h0iPISZB-E/ThVO6T9LhrI/AAAAAAAABsQ/t8A7MnhCbGo/s400/263659_177432612319264_120173248045201_496301_223326_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626490073165563570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2082534744814260300-6569179632921613264?l=nicksheena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicksheena.blogspot.com/feeds/6569179632921613264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2082534744814260300&amp;postID=6569179632921613264' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082534744814260300/posts/default/6569179632921613264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082534744814260300/posts/default/6569179632921613264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicksheena.blogspot.com/2011/07/meles-special-day.html' title='Mele&apos;s Special Day!'/><author><name>Sheena Tuakoi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01670792844536162572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2nTH3nIjDX4/TgrsbtuV9_I/AAAAAAAABng/9URXoqn-DL0/s220/Memories%2B406.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MTMS_prmPco/ThPalRLJBHI/AAAAAAAABpo/t6bXRaOVuIw/s72-c/269802_214191508622195_100000940431096_551754_2223297_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082534744814260300.post-9172289132281195254</id><published>2011-06-30T08:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T09:24:46.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Upgrade??</title><content type='html'>So Nick and I, are due for an upgrade on our phones. I tell Nick that I "REFUSE" to get another phone, unless I absolutely have to! I've had my blackberry for a couple years now, and I LOVE it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-K1Y2R5IKIFs/TgygF9NaCGI/AAAAAAAABoA/qzMbCAGzdyo/s1600/Verizon-BlackBerry-Curve-8530-Smartphone_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-K1Y2R5IKIFs/TgygF9NaCGI/AAAAAAAABoA/qzMbCAGzdyo/s400/Verizon-BlackBerry-Curve-8530-Smartphone_2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624046058869491810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick got the Droid as soon as it came out, and he LOVES his phone. He's been really studying up on all his phone options. So he gets pretty annoyed that I don't want to upgrade with him. Cause he really wants to be able to facetime with us, wherever we are. We already skype and oovoo with him, is that not enough?! haha Totally kidding.. kind of! ;) I just don't think I could ever get use to touch phones. I have such fat fingers, that I can't imagine trying to text or dial with these sausages of mine!! Lol But I guess we'll see.. I've been thinking that maybe I should upgrade?? I guess it wouldn't hurt to try something different... If I did upgrade, it would be one of these two phones. The Thunderbolt or the iPhone. Hmmmmmmmmm... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IWT6IoX_K1E/TgygGFmsJ1I/AAAAAAAABoI/YUy6ouzCCbk/s1600/thunderbolt-verizon-Support-1396.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 264px; height: 372px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IWT6IoX_K1E/TgygGFmsJ1I/AAAAAAAABoI/YUy6ouzCCbk/s400/thunderbolt-verizon-Support-1396.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624046061123020626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uU4AnUxKMtc/TgygGSlRi1I/AAAAAAAABoQ/GSS3Tzq2yyY/s1600/verizon-iphone-4.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 218px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uU4AnUxKMtc/TgygGSlRi1I/AAAAAAAABoQ/GSS3Tzq2yyY/s400/verizon-iphone-4.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624046064606743378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2082534744814260300-9172289132281195254?l=nicksheena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicksheena.blogspot.com/feeds/9172289132281195254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2082534744814260300&amp;postID=9172289132281195254' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082534744814260300/posts/default/9172289132281195254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082534744814260300/posts/default/9172289132281195254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicksheena.blogspot.com/2011/06/upgrade.html' title='Upgrade??'/><author><name>Sheena Tuakoi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01670792844536162572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2nTH3nIjDX4/TgrsbtuV9_I/AAAAAAAABng/9URXoqn-DL0/s220/Memories%2B406.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-K1Y2R5IKIFs/TgygF9NaCGI/AAAAAAAABoA/qzMbCAGzdyo/s72-c/Verizon-BlackBerry-Curve-8530-Smartphone_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082534744814260300.post-6867301558408777470</id><published>2011-06-23T07:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T08:39:47.124-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Daddy Knows Best!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uZGGJQbws38/TgNbqiTL1OI/AAAAAAAABnU/BqEtqaAmkww/s1600/260331_1783406311934_1442782620_31503649_1748940_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uZGGJQbws38/TgNbqiTL1OI/AAAAAAAABnU/BqEtqaAmkww/s400/260331_1783406311934_1442782620_31503649_1748940_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621437546208416994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's been a nice relaxing week here in Montana, but I think it's about that time to head back to Salt Lake. Nick doesn't want us to leave until Sunday, but I'm a primary teacher, so I HAVE to be back before then. I told him we'll head home today, but he said that's not going to happen! He wants us to leave Saturday. So as a compromise, we'll head home tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just keep thinking of everything I still need to get for Mele's special day. She still needs a couple of things, so that's another reason I wanted to hurry and head home. I ordered Mele a dress for her baptism, about a month ago, and it was the perfect dress!! It took about 3, almost 4 weeks to get here. And when it arrived, I almost cried!! No, I actually did cry!! It was NOTHING like how it looked online. I of course sent it back and got a refund, but ever since that dress, nothing stands out to me anymore. It was a horrible experience, and shopping online will NEVER be the same for me! I know I sound pretty dramatic, but it really was a traumatizing experience!! I didn't get a picture of the dress they sent me, and even if I did, I wouldn't post it!! It was HIDEOUS!! The dress looked like it was plucked to death!! But here's a couple of pictures of how it SHOULD have looked.. STUPID DRESS!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1cumXRPt43I/TgNVty73-AI/AAAAAAAABnE/3dhpCBuXKp0/s1600/73685.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1cumXRPt43I/TgNVty73-AI/AAAAAAAABnE/3dhpCBuXKp0/s400/73685.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621431005143889922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q-hoSv4Fawg/TgNVt6SqaPI/AAAAAAAABnM/2aAWXXDHIps/s1600/73685_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q-hoSv4Fawg/TgNVt6SqaPI/AAAAAAAABnM/2aAWXXDHIps/s400/73685_1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621431007118518514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick hated this dress anyways! He said it looked like a big bird! haha Such a HATER! He told me not to get it, but I got it anyways. So now when I bring up the dress, he just nods his head in a "I TOLD YOU SO" sort of way. haha So the dress Mele will be wearing now, is the dress her daddy chose for her. It's the dress Nick wanted all along, before I went and ordered this one! I guess her DADDY KNOWS BEST, right? Lol &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost dread heading back to Salt Lake, cause I know how hectic next week is going to be. I still need to order and pick up all the meat. And get everything else for the food at her party. Nick doesn't get in until next Friday night, so he won't have time to run around and grab anything. That's why I need to go do it all this week. I hate doing stuff like this without him. Cause that means I have to go with my father in law, which also means I have to carry the boxes of meat all by myself!! LOL.. Only cause I feel so bad for him, when he's trying to lift heavy things! And he's so tired all the time from dialysis. Poor guy. I guess I should stop complaining, cause all we're worrying about is the food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went through Kassie Feinga, to plan Mele's baptism/birthday party. And I can't imagine the stress she's going through with that! If I'm stressing the way I am, just over the food! It doesn't help that she's pregnant with twins, and has been super sick. I felt so bad for even going through with it still. :( But Kassie was always so sweet about the whole thing. We were EXTREMELY GRATEFUL that she agreed to still do Mele's birthday. Her ideas were AMAZING! And we can't wait to see it all come to life!! Thanks for all the stress and hard work Kassie (and family)!! See you all soon! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2082534744814260300-6867301558408777470?l=nicksheena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicksheena.blogspot.com/feeds/6867301558408777470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2082534744814260300&amp;postID=6867301558408777470' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082534744814260300/posts/default/6867301558408777470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082534744814260300/posts/default/6867301558408777470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicksheena.blogspot.com/2011/06/daddy-knows-best.html' title='Daddy Knows Best!'/><author><name>Sheena Tuakoi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01670792844536162572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2nTH3nIjDX4/TgrsbtuV9_I/AAAAAAAABng/9URXoqn-DL0/s220/Memories%2B406.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uZGGJQbws38/TgNbqiTL1OI/AAAAAAAABnU/BqEtqaAmkww/s72-c/260331_1783406311934_1442782620_31503649_1748940_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082534744814260300.post-7780742781749396854</id><published>2011-06-18T16:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T12:16:27.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wishing her DADDY, a Happy Father's Day!</title><content type='html'>So since I blogged about my dad for Father's Day, Mele wanted to blog a little something for Nick.. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dear dad thanks for all u do for me. i love u so much. who would ask for a better dad i know i wouldn't. he is a very special person in my life.me and you are so close. i think your so strong.you ll always be in my hart. I'm glad mom married you. the sun is shinning the sky clear I'm so glad that you live here. I'm lucky 2 have a dad like u.love your daughter mele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u0SPkuHwaS8/Tf-cKu9THgI/AAAAAAAABm0/FfqgrBsFKHg/s1600/nickmele.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u0SPkuHwaS8/Tf-cKu9THgI/AAAAAAAABm0/FfqgrBsFKHg/s400/nickmele.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620382568199429634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's Mele's little note to her dad. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick is such a Great dad. I'm so glad that my kids are so close with him. I always think of how our kids came to earth, and how they chose us to be their earthly parents. I always tell Nick, that our kids chose him. And I just happened to be part of the package. haha Nick is all about our kids. He busts his butt at work, just to be able to provide our kids with everything they want and more! Their happiness means the world to him. He doesn't care what anyone says about it either. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went around town today, to try and find Nick another Father's day gift. Cause we brought him some stuff from home, but we're thinking we could probably add a little more. Nick is one, who won't shop for himself! Even though he wants something, it's the hardest thing, to actually get him to buy it. He's always feeling guilty if he buys something for himself, cause he feels as if he's taking food out of his kids mouths. It's kind of sad actually. So we've been trying to buy him things that we know he's wanted, but he would never buy for himself. And we have had no luck! :( But us being here in Montana with him, is good enough for now.. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Father's Day Nick! We are so glad that we could come out here and celebrate Father's Day with you. We love you! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-szokP9LHRuo/Tf-cLV4V78I/AAAAAAAABm8/CB-06JqFXIg/s1600/nickspencer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-szokP9LHRuo/Tf-cLV4V78I/AAAAAAAABm8/CB-06JqFXIg/s400/nickspencer.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620382578647625666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S Spencer wants you to know, that when he gets older, he's going to buy you a new job! hahahaha So you can be home with us all the time. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2082534744814260300-7780742781749396854?l=nicksheena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicksheena.blogspot.com/feeds/7780742781749396854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2082534744814260300&amp;postID=7780742781749396854' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082534744814260300/posts/default/7780742781749396854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082534744814260300/posts/default/7780742781749396854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicksheena.blogspot.com/2011/06/wishing-her-daddy-happy-fathers-day.html' title='Wishing her DADDY, a Happy Father&apos;s Day!'/><author><name>Sheena Tuakoi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01670792844536162572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2nTH3nIjDX4/TgrsbtuV9_I/AAAAAAAABng/9URXoqn-DL0/s220/Memories%2B406.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u0SPkuHwaS8/Tf-cKu9THgI/AAAAAAAABm0/FfqgrBsFKHg/s72-c/nickmele.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082534744814260300.post-5774423946883083858</id><published>2011-06-18T14:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T16:06:38.679-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Father's Day Dad/Grandpa!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Rgt7iuu4PjA/Tf0qDPx_RhI/AAAAAAAABmc/PJ2dD1cYteM/s1600/10532_1110692334505_1442782620_30277114_1217102_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 372px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Rgt7iuu4PjA/Tf0qDPx_RhI/AAAAAAAABmc/PJ2dD1cYteM/s400/10532_1110692334505_1442782620_30277114_1217102_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619694145292420626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to my dad, I always think AWESOME FATHER, AMAZING GRANDFATHER!! Growing up, we would always hear people say that my dad was such a great father.. But a horrible husband! As sad as it sounds, it's the truth. He always put us first, and we knew it! I tend to take him for granted sometimes. But when I think back on it now? How lucky am I, to have a dad like him!! He is all about his children, and even more about his grandchildren! I don't know how many of his relationships have fallen apart, because of how he always put us first. It breaks my heart, cause I don't want him to be alone. Even when we ask him to please settle down, he always says he's okay and that Mele will take care of him. (Mele totally agrees with him too!) I feel like he's so busy worrying about us, that he can't just move on and be happy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's been in the army since he was 15 years old. So he was always a pretty strict dad. We hated it when we were younger. But now that we're grown, we understand why he was, the way he was with us. I don't think it helped that we were all GIRLS!!  Until Tueni and Fasa came along.. But that was years later. haha People still tend to get intimidated with him, but we just tease him. He's so much more kick back, and I think with everything we've put him through? He's kind of just given up on the whole ARMY DAD routine! haha &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad always taught us to put Heveanly Father first, in everything we do. He always made sure we had stability. He always made sure we were grounded and never got to prideful about anything. He taught me, how to be mindful of other people. He's such a loving and giving kind of guy. That it's no wonder, that I'm  the way that I am today. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad is a Great man, and I hope that he will be able to find someone, who will treat him the way he deserves to be treated! :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Father's Day Dad! We love you! Thanks for all you do for me and my little family!! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2082534744814260300-5774423946883083858?l=nicksheena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicksheena.blogspot.com/feeds/5774423946883083858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2082534744814260300&amp;postID=5774423946883083858' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082534744814260300/posts/default/5774423946883083858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082534744814260300/posts/default/5774423946883083858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicksheena.blogspot.com/2011/06/happy-fathers-day-dadgrandpa.html' title='Happy Father&apos;s Day Dad/Grandpa!'/><author><name>Sheena Tuakoi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01670792844536162572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2nTH3nIjDX4/TgrsbtuV9_I/AAAAAAAABng/9URXoqn-DL0/s220/Memories%2B406.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Rgt7iuu4PjA/Tf0qDPx_RhI/AAAAAAAABmc/PJ2dD1cYteM/s72-c/10532_1110692334505_1442782620_30277114_1217102_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082534744814260300.post-1531118914924924033</id><published>2011-06-18T14:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T14:49:55.097-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Longest drive of my life..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jPcNzCX7qZo/Tf0c6PUXe3I/AAAAAAAABmU/EjMJ9DvMCWY/s1600/welcometomontana.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 297px; height: 170px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jPcNzCX7qZo/Tf0c6PUXe3I/AAAAAAAABmU/EjMJ9DvMCWY/s400/welcometomontana.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619679696898194290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids and I, drove out to Montana this weekend to spend Father's Day with Nick. This was the first time I've ever driven more than 30 minutes alone. Scary stuff! Lol The whole drive, my kids were driving me CRAZY!! Our car sounded like we had 10 other kids with us, with how much they were arguing!! They fought over EVERYTHING!! Who was going to change the radio station, who was picking the next movie, who got to sit shot gun with mom, who called 'Bingo' first, who was mommy's favorite child.. the list goes on!! Nick kept calling to make sure we were okay, and I was so annoyed by his offspring, that I was being the biggest witch to him too!! He just kept telling me, to be nice. But when I wouldn't stop being mean, he asked that I please just drop his kids off and go back home! LOL.. Of course, I started laughing, but that still didn't change the fact that I wanted to strangle his kids!! LOL.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left Utah around 3, and got here to Montana around 8.. The kids were so excited to see Nick. And let's be honest, so was I! ;) No matter how annoyed I was on that drive here, it was all worth it! Nick works 7 days a week, 10 hours a day. So we're pretty much here just to greet him when he walks in and say goodbye when he leaves for the day. Lol But with him being gone so much, he LOVES just knowing that we're here. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went and explored the little city of Butte today. It was pretty cool. I've seen more isolated places. I think I'm going to take the kids to a movie and then do some swimming later. Hopefully time goes by fast today, so that Nick can be home already! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as I hate the hotel life, it definitely is all worth it when I see Nick's face!! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2082534744814260300-1531118914924924033?l=nicksheena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicksheena.blogspot.com/feeds/1531118914924924033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2082534744814260300&amp;postID=1531118914924924033' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082534744814260300/posts/default/1531118914924924033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082534744814260300/posts/default/1531118914924924033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicksheena.blogspot.com/2011/06/longest-drive-of-my-life.html' title='Longest drive of my life..'/><author><name>Sheena Tuakoi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01670792844536162572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2nTH3nIjDX4/TgrsbtuV9_I/AAAAAAAABng/9URXoqn-DL0/s220/Memories%2B406.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jPcNzCX7qZo/Tf0c6PUXe3I/AAAAAAAABmU/EjMJ9DvMCWY/s72-c/welcometomontana.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082534744814260300.post-2678283393799811885</id><published>2011-06-06T23:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T00:57:35.009-07:00</updated><title type='text'>27 years of pure AWESOMENESS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VhaCxCHaWfY/Te3Xm7dzkpI/AAAAAAAABmE/ZAqTMYPoV3U/s1600/215525_1649638887832_1442782620_31338247_7670036_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VhaCxCHaWfY/Te3Xm7dzkpI/AAAAAAAABmE/ZAqTMYPoV3U/s400/215525_1649638887832_1442782620_31338247_7670036_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615381374198583954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is Nick's 27th birthday!! I talked to him until midnight, and made sure I was the first one to wish him a "HAPPY BIRTHDAY".. Lol Usually it's his mom and sisters who beat me to it, but not this year!! Sucka's!! haha I showed them!! LOL JK.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4V5rzAeff3Q/Te3Xmq_1QhI/AAAAAAAABl8/zRzoG28qJ6w/s1600/162690_1484846808133_1442782620_31062344_587041_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 177px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4V5rzAeff3Q/Te3Xmq_1QhI/AAAAAAAABl8/zRzoG28qJ6w/s400/162690_1484846808133_1442782620_31062344_587041_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615381369777898002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always see moms posting what their babies are doing at certain ages in their lives, and I thought? I should do that for Nick! I mean, he is my BABY!! LOL So here are a few things Nick is doing now and will forever be doing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves singing (he prefers off key.. Lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is determined to become a UFC fighter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adrenaline junkie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoys watching chick flicks with me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves BIG TRUCKS! The older, the better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still falls asleep during sacrament meeting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVES playing with his kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laughs at me, whenever I get mad at him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wears flip flops EVERYWHERE! Even in the winter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is OBSESSED with working out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves being home with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gets easily distracted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes gets a little carried away with his jokes. Lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gives in to me, all the time. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can TALK for days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falls asleep when driving to West Valley, but can stay up when driving to California.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a handy man, he can fix almost anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gets super frustrated when he can't find his floss. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has the worst road rage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleeps better at night, when legs and arms are wrapped around me. (Smothering me!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secretly enjoys trying to braid Mele's hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overly protective at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A hopeless romantic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves cuddling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super affectionate. (Love that about him!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And these are just a few things that he does. The list can go on FOREVER! :) Nick is the GREATEST father, husband, son, brother, uncle, and friend. I'm forever indebted to my mother and father in law, for raising such an AMAZING guy!! :) Had to make a few tweaks here and there, but nonetheless, a GREAT guy! Lol We'll be heading out to Montana this weekend, to celebrate his and Mele's birthdays. Since her birthday is on Sunday. We can't wait!! :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n5uOyEBDOLo/Te3XnE4dRuI/AAAAAAAABmM/J7j_sZDbQPY/s1600/61921_1383832562840_1442782620_30894589_3282117_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n5uOyEBDOLo/Te3XnE4dRuI/AAAAAAAABmM/J7j_sZDbQPY/s400/61921_1383832562840_1442782620_30894589_3282117_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615381376726288098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY HANDSOME!! THE KIDS AND I, ARE SO GRATEFUL TO HAVE YOU IN OUR LIVES!! THANK YOU FOR LOVING US, AND WORKING SO HARD TO GIVE US THE BEST OF EVERYTHING! JUST KNOW THAT WHEN I'M SCREAMING AT YOU, CAUSE I'M HAVING A BAD DAY? IT'S ONLY OUT OF LOVE! ;) THROUGH ALL OUR UPS AND DOWNS, YOU WILL FOREVER BE MY EVERYTHING!! XOXO..*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K-yVcNxqEgE/Te3SdSQAOgI/AAAAAAAABlk/30vcKuAtF2I/s1600/Memories%2B251.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K-yVcNxqEgE/Te3SdSQAOgI/AAAAAAAABlk/30vcKuAtF2I/s400/Memories%2B251.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615375710957877762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2082534744814260300-2678283393799811885?l=nicksheena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicksheena.blogspot.com/feeds/2678283393799811885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2082534744814260300&amp;postID=2678283393799811885' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082534744814260300/posts/default/2678283393799811885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082534744814260300/posts/default/2678283393799811885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicksheena.blogspot.com/2011/06/27-years-of-pure-awesomeness.html' title='27 years of pure AWESOMENESS!'/><author><name>Sheena Tuakoi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01670792844536162572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2nTH3nIjDX4/TgrsbtuV9_I/AAAAAAAABng/9URXoqn-DL0/s220/Memories%2B406.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VhaCxCHaWfY/Te3Xm7dzkpI/AAAAAAAABmE/ZAqTMYPoV3U/s72-c/215525_1649638887832_1442782620_31338247_7670036_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082534744814260300.post-5420449648930712225</id><published>2011-06-06T22:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T23:09:39.647-07:00</updated><title type='text'>He's FINALLY here! :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cGMohpbeyzc/Te2_8jaAduI/AAAAAAAABlU/ZNqHC6A-88A/s1600/255662_1750434327655_1442782620_31467349_8378247_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cGMohpbeyzc/Te2_8jaAduI/AAAAAAAABlU/ZNqHC6A-88A/s400/255662_1750434327655_1442782620_31467349_8378247_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615355357418256098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister Lala gave birth early this morning to a BEAUTIFUL baby boy!! He weighed in at 7lbs 6oz. and 21 inches long. They named him, LJ BRIGHAM MOTULIKI.. He is absolutely PERFECT!! He gave us a bit of scare at first, but we are extremely grateful to have him here with us now!! :) He's all I keep thinking about. I think it's cause I already know that I'm his FAVORITE auntie!!!! haha It's been about 6 years, since we've had a baby in our family. So we can't help but to just sit and admire this beautiful being!! :) I am so in love with this little guy! I can't wait until he comes home! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6X1hJB7DfLE/Te2_82j0LUI/AAAAAAAABlc/4_UtlJclQ98/s1600/253736_1750419807292_1442782620_31467345_5610529_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6X1hJB7DfLE/Te2_82j0LUI/AAAAAAAABlc/4_UtlJclQ98/s400/253736_1750419807292_1442782620_31467345_5610529_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615355362559667522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2082534744814260300-5420449648930712225?l=nicksheena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicksheena.blogspot.com/feeds/5420449648930712225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2082534744814260300&amp;postID=5420449648930712225' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082534744814260300/posts/default/5420449648930712225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082534744814260300/posts/default/5420449648930712225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicksheena.blogspot.com/2011/06/hes-finally-here.html' title='He&apos;s FINALLY here! :)'/><author><name>Sheena Tuakoi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01670792844536162572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2nTH3nIjDX4/TgrsbtuV9_I/AAAAAAAABng/9URXoqn-DL0/s220/Memories%2B406.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cGMohpbeyzc/Te2_8jaAduI/AAAAAAAABlU/ZNqHC6A-88A/s72-c/255662_1750434327655_1442782620_31467349_8378247_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082534744814260300.post-5458908083086136951</id><published>2011-05-27T21:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T22:41:01.759-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Daddy Of The Year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Lfw8IGjh6rE/TeciMI90EKI/AAAAAAAABlI/wCW97TuMIv0/s1600/Memories%2B464.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Lfw8IGjh6rE/TeciMI90EKI/AAAAAAAABlI/wCW97TuMIv0/s400/Memories%2B464.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613493052501135522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Nick ended up coming home and surprising us yesterday!! The kids and I, were sooooo HAPPY! We've been fighting for his attention non-stop! When he's home, it's like we are always on the go. And it was no different this time around. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First thing on his agenda, was to get Mele her early birthday gift. So off to Best Buy we went. Mele's been asking HIM for a laptop. And sure enough, Nick comes and plays daddy of the year!! He buys her a little HP mini. If it were up to me, she would just get a new pair of shoes! But that's just me! haha Mele's always done so well in school, so he never hesitates to get her anything. Cause she's his baby girl. I hope she takes better care of her laptop, than she does her phone!! Cause she's always misplacing it!! It's so terrible!! Mele is such a big girl now, and she definitely has some proud parents! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xyYese3ZFuI/TeCcUjXJ42I/AAAAAAAABkI/8l3FefQrlA0/s1600/hp_mini_notebook_plaid_pink.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 257px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xyYese3ZFuI/TeCcUjXJ42I/AAAAAAAABkI/8l3FefQrlA0/s400/hp_mini_notebook_plaid_pink.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611657012607312738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R30I7OSGQAY/TeCXQkX2ifI/AAAAAAAABjo/OPLkE-GtukQ/s1600/39771_1347942105601_1442782620_30814462_1222962_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R30I7OSGQAY/TeCXQkX2ifI/AAAAAAAABjo/OPLkE-GtukQ/s400/39771_1347942105601_1442782620_30814462_1222962_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611651446601058802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, we went to Target and Toy R Us, to try and find Spencer a new bike. And that didn't go well. Somehow he ended up talking his dad into just buying him the new Mortal Combat game for his ps3!! This kid!! When we got home, he started playing his game right away. Next thing we know, he's running to our room, screaming.. "Dad, Dad.. come quick! I'm beating the "F" word out of this guy!!" We couldn't stop laughing!! He didn't swear, he literally said the "F" word. LOL It was so funny to see how serious his face was! Nick is still determined to find him a bike though. So we'll probably be back at it again tomorrow. Lol &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GnuETKyFmII/TeCcU8HBcwI/AAAAAAAABkQ/LRtmqyDLEEo/s1600/20110123-mk_kratos_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 324px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GnuETKyFmII/TeCcU8HBcwI/AAAAAAAABkQ/LRtmqyDLEEo/s400/20110123-mk_kratos_01.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611657019250537218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eUQwJ_rNnKw/TeciL25TQ1I/AAAAAAAABlA/bQbKYzexDwA/s1600/Memories%2B455.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eUQwJ_rNnKw/TeciL25TQ1I/AAAAAAAABlA/bQbKYzexDwA/s400/Memories%2B455.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613493047650370386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick will be leaving on Tuesday. It feels like this trip is already going by sooo fast. It makes me so sad to think about it! The good thing is, he'll only be going to Montana this time. Instead of North Carolina. So we're extremely grateful! I sometimes forget how safe I feel when he's home. All my stress and fears, just go away! Having my other half home, is like being able to be myself again! I'm not myself when he's away. I miss all the little things! Like holding hands while he's driving, rubbing his face, lying on his chest until I fall asleep, him hugging me and holding me.. just because! These are things that I don't take for granted when he's home! I'm so happy! Just having him sleeping next to me, as I'm writing this blog post, is super romantic! Weird, I know.. haha But it is! :) I don't even want to sleep, cause once I do? There goes another day closer for him to be leaving.. :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9NNL-lyMNag/TeCX5RDImoI/AAAAAAAABj4/7mrmkiqKyXo/s1600/222093_1665207437036_1442782620_31358660_5068800_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 390px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9NNL-lyMNag/TeCX5RDImoI/AAAAAAAABj4/7mrmkiqKyXo/s400/222093_1665207437036_1442782620_31358660_5068800_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611652145788525186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2082534744814260300-5458908083086136951?l=nicksheena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicksheena.blogspot.com/feeds/5458908083086136951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2082534744814260300&amp;postID=5458908083086136951' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082534744814260300/posts/default/5458908083086136951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082534744814260300/posts/default/5458908083086136951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicksheena.blogspot.com/2011/05/daddy-of-year.html' title='Daddy Of The Year!'/><author><name>Sheena Tuakoi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01670792844536162572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2nTH3nIjDX4/TgrsbtuV9_I/AAAAAAAABng/9URXoqn-DL0/s220/Memories%2B406.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Lfw8IGjh6rE/TeciMI90EKI/AAAAAAAABlI/wCW97TuMIv0/s72-c/Memories%2B464.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082534744814260300.post-7392031150924909698</id><published>2011-05-16T18:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T19:14:17.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Desperate Measures!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7F6k4A1HOyY/TdHZWp4xYPI/AAAAAAAABjY/ZyCRRcP6EbY/s1600/url.htm"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 156px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7F6k4A1HOyY/TdHZWp4xYPI/AAAAAAAABjY/ZyCRRcP6EbY/s400/url.htm" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607501994277298418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I can't even remember how many times I've applied for Delta airlines! It's pretty ridiculous! I'm checking the airlines everyday, to see what new position they're hiring for. So far, I've applied for ramp, ticketing agent, supply attendant, and reservations! Can you believe that?! I swear, someone in that HR office doesn't like me!! LOL So today, I saw that they were hiring for more "bilingual" ticket agents. As of today, I currently speak.. "JAPANESE".. hahahahahahaha Watch them call me for a phone interview now!! Just my luck, right? LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RmemVo5evVk/TdHZWVY1FgI/AAAAAAAABjQ/CI2G9q4aGvs/s1600/delta.htm"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 193px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RmemVo5evVk/TdHZWVY1FgI/AAAAAAAABjQ/CI2G9q4aGvs/s400/delta.htm" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607501988774614530" 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/2082534744814260300-7392031150924909698?l=nicksheena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicksheena.blogspot.com/feeds/7392031150924909698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2082534744814260300&amp;postID=7392031150924909698' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082534744814260300/posts/default/7392031150924909698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082534744814260300/posts/default/7392031150924909698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicksheena.blogspot.com/2011/05/desperate-measures.html' title='Desperate Measures!'/><author><name>Sheena Tuakoi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01670792844536162572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2nTH3nIjDX4/TgrsbtuV9_I/AAAAAAAABng/9URXoqn-DL0/s220/Memories%2B406.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7F6k4A1HOyY/TdHZWp4xYPI/AAAAAAAABjY/ZyCRRcP6EbY/s72-c/url.htm' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082534744814260300.post-7943606596510647462</id><published>2011-05-14T19:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T20:59:29.987-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick catch up!</title><content type='html'>So I'm finally able to start blogging again, and I am soooo EXCITED! There is so much that I need to catch up on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick is currently working in North Carolina, and has been there for a couple months now. So far he's missed Easter, Our anniversary, and Mother's Day. Come next month, he will be missing Mele's 8th birthday, and Father's Day. It's so depressing thinking about it! I tell everyone that I'm use to him being away, but I have my days where I just need a good cry and then I'm okay. This time around, we're actually able to ooVoo or skype with him. So it definitely makes it a lot easier. It probably sounds a little weird, but we stay connected even after he falls asleep. Lol He has this thing, where he actually feels like he's home, when he wakes up in the middle of the night, and he can see us sleeping. Ugly, right? ha ha I am so not a cute sleeper, but believe me.. I do try, now that he can see us! North Carolina is 2 hours ahead of Utah time. So I'm dying when he wakes me up for prayer. Cause it's 5:30 am, his time. And 3:30 am, our time. So I am not a happy camper! I sometimes wish I could just ignore his call, but on ooVoo or skype? He's already on and can see our every move! Lol The kids and I, Love that we can see and talk to him everyday now! Nick's birthday is next month as well, and I hate that we won't be able to spend that special day with him either. :( I tried looking up cheap tickets, so that we can fly to see him. But that's a no go! It came out to like $1,000!! So we decided to just stay. Not by choice, but because we don't have that kind of money lying around! Lol It's okay though, he'll be able to come home the first weekend of July, to baptize Mele. So we're counting down the days. I know every women has a great husband, but I truly have an AMAZING HUSBAND! :) The way he makes me smile, laugh, and just feel.. is absolutely breath taking! I am definitely one LUCKY women! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mele and Spencer, are getting bigger by the second. We still can't believe Mele will be 8 years old next month. She's so EXCITED about her baptism. I'm such a cry baby, that I catch myself getting emotional about it, and it's not even until July! LOL Spencer is always teasing her, and telling her that he's going to baptize her! haha He just LOVES getting a reaction out of her! So terrible! And she of course, LOVES telling him that he's adopted! Lol I don't know how many times a day I have to hear them telling on each other! It's so ANNOYING! Spencer is starting school with Mele in August. He'll be in full day kindergarten. So he's always telling me, to hurry and get a job before he starts school. Cause he doesn't want me to be alone. He's always been such a mama's boy. Always so concerned about my well being. :) Mele, just keeps asking me for her own house key, so that she's not waiting outside forever when I'm not home! LOL She's such a big girl now, and such a GREAT helper! She LOVES taking care of her baby cousins. She's so motherly. :) I wish time would just slow down, because they are growing way too fast! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for myself.. I'm just taking it one day at a time. I've joined Sinai's Biggest Loser competition, and I have been in obsessed/beyonce mode! LOL I youtube her everyday!! She is a HUGE motivation! I've been really pushing myself to the limit this past week. I was getting a little discouraged, cause I hate when I feel like I don't see a difference right away! I mean, it's only been about a week and a half. But that's a week an a half, of non stop working out and sticking to a low calorie diet. Lol I was sooo discouraged, that I broke my diet and ate pizza and cheese bread!! :( Boo to me! I've been so cooped up in my home, just being in the zone. That I haven't really seen anyone! Lol But today, I saw Ame and Fine. And right when they saw me, they told me that they noticed I lost weight. Hallelujah!!! And I was  back in the game!!! LOL That was all I needed to hear! Lol I LOVE that I have such an AWESOME support system around me! My family and friends, definitely help give me that extra push to keep at it! I'm trying to slim down, mainly before my husband comes home in July! I want him to be surprised when he sees me, as corny as that sounds! He's such a workout fanatic! So it doesn't help when I'm lying there, as he's working out, asking him to please pass the popcorn!! So Sad!! I've never been so mentally devoted to losing weight, the way I am now! It's crazy! I've been passing up free meals at some of the yummiest restaurant's!! I still can't believe it! LOL I'm trying to discipline myself, food wise. And so far, so good. :) Other than the whole diet and exercise.. I'm doing great! Nick's ooVoo-ing us now, so gotta go. Until next time.. :&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2082534744814260300-7943606596510647462?l=nicksheena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicksheena.blogspot.com/feeds/7943606596510647462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2082534744814260300&amp;postID=7943606596510647462' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082534744814260300/posts/default/7943606596510647462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082534744814260300/posts/default/7943606596510647462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicksheena.blogspot.com/2011/05/quick-catch-up.html' title='Quick catch up!'/><author><name>Sheena Tuakoi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01670792844536162572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2nTH3nIjDX4/TgrsbtuV9_I/AAAAAAAABng/9URXoqn-DL0/s220/Memories%2B406.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082534744814260300.post-4732156542412153912</id><published>2011-02-10T22:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T23:47:37.992-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where has the time gone?</title><content type='html'>So as you can see, it's been almost a year since my last post. So much has happened. I plan to get a computer in the near future, so that I can start blogging again. I've figured out how to blog from Nick's phone, but this can only happen so long. Lol Nick is very protective of his phone. He says it's a man's phone, which in his words means it's only made for youtubing! Lol So thank goodness he fell asleep. Lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mele and Spencer, have grown so much! Bless their little hearts. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mele is 7 years old now. She is in the 2nd grade. And doing excellent in school. She is in their ELP program.  Which is a program that offers educational opportunities for students who show high academic abilities. She is working well above her age group. And we are definitely some proud parents. She has been looking forward to turning 8 years old this summer, and being baptized in July. It is a huge accomplishment. She loves having me as her primary teacher! Lol Okay, I might have just exaggerated a little on the 'LOVE' part. Lol When she gets mad at us for sending her to her room for acting up, she likes to send Spencer upstairs with little notes. Telling us, she doesn't want dinner and she's going to bed. LOL She is so dramatic. Haha If she's not telling us how she feels that very second she feels it, she's writing it to us on a peice of paper, and sending the little messenger boy(Spencer) to bring it to us. Lol She is always making us smile. She still and forever will be a ' daddys girl'.. No matter how tall or how old she gets, she will always be our baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spencer, Spencer, Spencer... Need I say more? Lol  He is 5 years old now, and will be officially starting school this year. He is MY baby boy. He hates sleeping with me, and considers sleeping with me, pure torture. He plays video games all day long.  He is our very first pre-k dropout. Lol Not by choice either. The teachers told us, that they could tell he was very advanced for his age. So thought it would be best to just teach him how to sit still. And on top of that, they thought he had hearing problems. Cause he would cover his ears whenever they tried telling him things. Lol They even told me I need to take him in to be tested, to see if he had ADD? Ummm.. he doesn't have to be tested. I know he has it! Lol Hello? And for the whole, covering his ear part.. He does that to me all the time when he doesn't want to hear what I have to say! Lol So yeah, he complained about being bored at school, so we pulled him out. Not sure if that was such a good decision? Lol Cause he drives us nuts! Haha He talks so much and asks so many questions! He's just so curious about everything. Nick still thinks I baby him(which I do!).. and I don't care! Lol He is always making us laugh!  I don't want him to grow up! Lol &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I didn't realize how late it was, so I'll continue with Nick and I, another time. Don't be too disappointed, I'll be back soon. Haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2082534744814260300-4732156542412153912?l=nicksheena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicksheena.blogspot.com/feeds/4732156542412153912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2082534744814260300&amp;postID=4732156542412153912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082534744814260300/posts/default/4732156542412153912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082534744814260300/posts/default/4732156542412153912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicksheena.blogspot.com/2011/02/where-has-time-gone.html' title='Where has the time gone?'/><author><name>Sheena Tuakoi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01670792844536162572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2nTH3nIjDX4/TgrsbtuV9_I/AAAAAAAABng/9URXoqn-DL0/s220/Memories%2B406.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082534744814260300.post-5743085959360927075</id><published>2010-04-11T17:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T18:27:32.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shhhhhh..</title><content type='html'>I decided I'm going to start giving my blog post the most off the wall, random title's ever! ha ha Starting with this post! "Shhhhhhh.." has nothing to do with this post, but I'm sure it caught someones attention! Lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick is finally home and we are super excited! He's been home since Wednesday, and the days have just been flying by! :( I know it won't be too much longer before he gets sent out again, so every second counts! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forget how easy life is having Nick home! He works so hard while he's away, and than comes home and does everything! He's such an awesome husband and "I Love Him So Much!!".. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to pay him back for all his hard work, I decided to go ahead and let him get his tattoo that he's been wanting to get forever now. Nick's been wanting this tattoo that his cousin Soakai designed in his little comic book. And it was a tattoo that was put on his cousin Samu's character. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samu is one of Nick's first cousin's, who meant a lot to Nick. He was one of Nick's older brother's! He passed away a couple years ago, and it was really hard for Nick. So this tattoo means the world to him!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a hold of my first cousin Fred Frost, who is an "AMAZING" tattoo artist! And he agreed to hook Nick up with the tattoo. I even got a chance to meet his beautiful wife, "SHENNA".. Lol Doesn't she have such a beautiful name? ha ha They have such a beautiful family! And I'm so excited to have gotten a chance to get to know them better, and we hope to start our family group dates soon! Lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, we took Nick's cousin Soakai's idea to Fred and Fred added the design to the idea. He put both Samoan and Tongan tribal designs in the tattoo, to represent for his Samongan children!! Lol I LOVE how it turned out!! I was totally against tattoo's, but since my husband got his, I'm the biggest fan ever! Lol I know, terrible.. right? ha ha &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a picture, and Thanks again to my cousin Fred! You are truly amazing at what you do!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/S8J1MDvrauI/AAAAAAAABg0/BFXDmymRPjM/s1600/lionback.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 297px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/S8J1MDvrauI/AAAAAAAABg0/BFXDmymRPjM/s400/lionback.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459054548350626530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it still isn't done all the way yet. He goes in on Saturday to finish the rest of his tattoo. So stay tuned for that, we are so excited to see the finished product! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S This is Nick's Birthday, Valentine's Day,Father's Day, Christmas, Hanukkah, and New Year's Day.. Gift!! I think those are all the holiday's I told him this gift counts for? Lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2082534744814260300-5743085959360927075?l=nicksheena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicksheena.blogspot.com/feeds/5743085959360927075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2082534744814260300&amp;postID=5743085959360927075' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082534744814260300/posts/default/5743085959360927075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082534744814260300/posts/default/5743085959360927075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicksheena.blogspot.com/2010/04/shhhhhh.html' title='Shhhhhh..'/><author><name>Sheena Tuakoi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01670792844536162572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2nTH3nIjDX4/TgrsbtuV9_I/AAAAAAAABng/9URXoqn-DL0/s220/Memories%2B406.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/S8J1MDvrauI/AAAAAAAABg0/BFXDmymRPjM/s72-c/lionback.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082534744814260300.post-8694261900695065067</id><published>2010-04-01T14:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T15:07:45.632-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Class of 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/S7USex9--hI/AAAAAAAABgk/hD7TLIJdhQc/s1600/100_0737.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/S7USex9--hI/AAAAAAAABgk/hD7TLIJdhQc/s400/100_0737.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455286843647916562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So guessing from the photo above, you would think this post is about my little sister inlaw Melinda. Well, you guessed wrong. ha ha  Some of you may not know this, but I never finished high school.. Until now that is! I can officially say that I am a "GRADUATE".. Lol Class of 2010 baby! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took the GED test last Tuesday, and found out the results on Friday. I was so excited to see that I past with flying colors! ( Not really, but passing is passing, right?! LOL) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick was the first one I called! He was so excited to hear the good news, he was more excited than I was! Silly guy! ha ha My dad was the very next call.. These are the exact words out of his mouth, "YAY! Now go work for the airlines, so daddy can home more often. And so I can fly for free!!". Can you believe that?! ha ha  I'll deal with him later, like maybe when rent's due! ha ha ha I do plan on working for the airlines though. That way my little family can take advantage of those flying benefits. With Nick working out of state all the time, this would be the perfect job for me! That way he can fly home like every weekend, or the kids and I, can fly out to wherever he's at.. I'm so excited like I already got hired on! ha ha So if anyone has a hook up for me to get hired on to any airline, let me know.. Lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so happy to have accomplished such a huge step in life! It may have happened years after it was meant to happen, but that's just me! I like doing things out of order! ha ha ha ha.. Next up, getting my driver's license! Lol See, I don't do anything in order! That's just how I row! ha ha ha.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay me! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2082534744814260300-8694261900695065067?l=nicksheena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicksheena.blogspot.com/feeds/8694261900695065067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2082534744814260300&amp;postID=8694261900695065067' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082534744814260300/posts/default/8694261900695065067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082534744814260300/posts/default/8694261900695065067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicksheena.blogspot.com/2010/04/class-of-2010.html' title='Class of 2010'/><author><name>Sheena Tuakoi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01670792844536162572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2nTH3nIjDX4/TgrsbtuV9_I/AAAAAAAABng/9URXoqn-DL0/s220/Memories%2B406.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/S7USex9--hI/AAAAAAAABgk/hD7TLIJdhQc/s72-c/100_0737.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082534744814260300.post-3094427369119269340</id><published>2010-03-13T13:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T13:55:46.245-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Priority Mail..</title><content type='html'>So a couple of days ago, I got a package in the mail. I was really SURPRISED to see that it was from my husband! :) I was so excited, that I didn't even think of opening it! ha ha I was just happy to have the box from him! Lol &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I did finally open the box, it was a gift, wrapped in gold wrapping paper with a pretty purple bow on it.. When I opened that, it was the perfume I've been wanting FOREVER! I got so emotional! Lol Also included in my special package, was the movie Valentine's Day.. I loved both my gifts sooo much! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love and appreciate my husband for going out of his way, to make my day that much better! :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you so much babe and I'll see you soon! Mwah! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S ( My husband reads my blogs once in a while, that's why I had to give him that shout out! LOL He's hot! ha ha ha)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2082534744814260300-3094427369119269340?l=nicksheena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicksheena.blogspot.com/feeds/3094427369119269340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2082534744814260300&amp;postID=3094427369119269340' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082534744814260300/posts/default/3094427369119269340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082534744814260300/posts/default/3094427369119269340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicksheena.blogspot.com/2010/03/priority-mail.html' title='Priority Mail..'/><author><name>Sheena Tuakoi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01670792844536162572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2nTH3nIjDX4/TgrsbtuV9_I/AAAAAAAABng/9URXoqn-DL0/s220/Memories%2B406.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082534744814260300.post-4432587428981169990</id><published>2010-03-10T17:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T17:44:30.012-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daddy's Coming Home!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/S5hJNIvlfcI/AAAAAAAABfs/FWdlysc0I98/s1600-h/DSC01074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/S5hJNIvlfcI/AAAAAAAABfs/FWdlysc0I98/s400/DSC01074.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447184239338814914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Nick will be home for sure this Easter, and we are so excited! It has been too long! These next couple of weeks are going to fly by! It's crazy how fast these past couple of weeks have gone by! We can't wait to spend as much time with him, until he has to return back to work! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/S5hJPFRwIFI/AAAAAAAABf8/EMvwdOb6Gi8/s1600-h/DSC01004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 336px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/S5hJPFRwIFI/AAAAAAAABf8/EMvwdOb6Gi8/s400/DSC01004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447184272768114770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/S5hJOAFDCGI/AAAAAAAABf0/fcFlHPuhf-Y/s1600-h/DSC01075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 294px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/S5hJOAFDCGI/AAAAAAAABf0/fcFlHPuhf-Y/s400/DSC01075.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447184254192781410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We even went and visited with NIck's grandpa. He's such a loving old man, he always makes us feel so welcomed! I don't know how to speak tongan, but for some weird reason I  understand everything he says to me! Lol When I don't understand him, I just nod and smile and he thinks I'm totally understanding him! ha ha ha That silly old man, he cracks me up! I definitely plan on taking the kids to have regular visits with him from now on! I want the kids to get to know him as well as Nick does! :) We love you Pa! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/S5hKc1tJ8oI/AAAAAAAABgE/vNVaij2ZH8U/s1600-h/DSC01084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 352px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/S5hKc1tJ8oI/AAAAAAAABgE/vNVaij2ZH8U/s400/DSC01084.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447185608617882242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2082534744814260300-4432587428981169990?l=nicksheena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicksheena.blogspot.com/feeds/4432587428981169990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2082534744814260300&amp;postID=4432587428981169990' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082534744814260300/posts/default/4432587428981169990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082534744814260300/posts/default/4432587428981169990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicksheena.blogspot.com/2010/03/daddys-coming-home.html' title='Daddy&apos;s Coming Home!'/><author><name>Sheena Tuakoi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01670792844536162572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2nTH3nIjDX4/TgrsbtuV9_I/AAAAAAAABng/9URXoqn-DL0/s220/Memories%2B406.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/S5hJNIvlfcI/AAAAAAAABfs/FWdlysc0I98/s72-c/DSC01074.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082534744814260300.post-3292720428699546867</id><published>2010-03-04T15:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T16:02:57.098-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I know it's a little late..</title><content type='html'>So I just wanted to post some pictures of our 2009 Christmas and New Years with my family.. :) Don't have time to blog, but pictures will have to do for now.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/S5BD5_FZmKI/AAAAAAAABds/jvXpYyW48kE/s1600-h/DSC00895.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/S5BD5_FZmKI/AAAAAAAABds/jvXpYyW48kE/s400/DSC00895.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444926612956616866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/S5BD5VT4sYI/AAAAAAAABdk/Yija2dTcKso/s1600-h/DSC00903.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/S5BD5VT4sYI/AAAAAAAABdk/Yija2dTcKso/s400/DSC00903.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444926601743085954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/S5BD43ynHFI/AAAAAAAABdc/Z7q3NhjIv-s/s1600-h/DSC00894.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/S5BD43ynHFI/AAAAAAAABdc/Z7q3NhjIv-s/s400/DSC00894.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444926593818893394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/S5BD4UcWHsI/AAAAAAAABdU/JR967JaaUCs/s1600-h/DSC00887.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/S5BD4UcWHsI/AAAAAAAABdU/JR967JaaUCs/s400/DSC00887.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444926584330264258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/S5BD3m2l9GI/AAAAAAAABdM/7jm__JWcZBc/s1600-h/DSC00867.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/S5BD3m2l9GI/AAAAAAAABdM/7jm__JWcZBc/s400/DSC00867.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444926572092322914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/S5BE3Dgv7OI/AAAAAAAABeM/rBB88ECU6SA/s1600-h/DSC00943.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/S5BE3Dgv7OI/AAAAAAAABeM/rBB88ECU6SA/s400/DSC00943.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444927662117088482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/S5BF4fqZmoI/AAAAAAAABes/WVUSIb-qhEo/s1600-h/DSC00972.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/S5BF4fqZmoI/AAAAAAAABes/WVUSIb-qhEo/s400/DSC00972.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444928786365258370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/S5BF3qYbF2I/AAAAAAAABek/HCl34pjqKyE/s1600-h/DSC00968.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/S5BF3qYbF2I/AAAAAAAABek/HCl34pjqKyE/s400/DSC00968.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444928772062779234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/S5BF2V8cSzI/AAAAAAAABeU/COWgaKr10ik/s1600-h/DSC00951.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/S5BF2V8cSzI/AAAAAAAABeU/COWgaKr10ik/s400/DSC00951.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444928749396839218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Year's 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/S5BHNndZPQI/AAAAAAAABfU/0g-jgRgCkaY/s1600-h/DSC01005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/S5BHNndZPQI/AAAAAAAABfU/0g-jgRgCkaY/s400/DSC01005.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444930248747072770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/S5BHNMEcV1I/AAAAAAAABfM/vfwtd59sh0Q/s1600-h/DSC00991.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/S5BHNMEcV1I/AAAAAAAABfM/vfwtd59sh0Q/s400/DSC00991.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444930241394661202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/S5BHMIy92hI/AAAAAAAABfE/YX_wENl4Lnk/s1600-h/DSC00990.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/S5BHMIy92hI/AAAAAAAABfE/YX_wENl4Lnk/s400/DSC00990.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444930223336184338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/S5BHLsiQN1I/AAAAAAAABe8/7jL5J7sHdAM/s1600-h/DSC00980.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/S5BHLsiQN1I/AAAAAAAABe8/7jL5J7sHdAM/s400/DSC00980.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444930215749891922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/S5BHK8hf9WI/AAAAAAAABe0/8UyWzAqecIw/s1600-h/DSC00975.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 272px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/S5BHK8hf9WI/AAAAAAAABe0/8UyWzAqecIw/s400/DSC00975.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444930202861827426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/S5BHrNsdSJI/AAAAAAAABfk/MXTOah-UFrs/s1600-h/DSC01025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 360px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/S5BHrNsdSJI/AAAAAAAABfk/MXTOah-UFrs/s400/DSC01025.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444930757227006098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2082534744814260300-3292720428699546867?l=nicksheena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicksheena.blogspot.com/feeds/3292720428699546867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2082534744814260300&amp;postID=3292720428699546867' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082534744814260300/posts/default/3292720428699546867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082534744814260300/posts/default/3292720428699546867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicksheena.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-know-its-little-late.html' title='I know it&apos;s a little late..'/><author><name>Sheena Tuakoi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01670792844536162572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2nTH3nIjDX4/TgrsbtuV9_I/AAAAAAAABng/9URXoqn-DL0/s220/Memories%2B406.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/S5BD5_FZmKI/AAAAAAAABds/jvXpYyW48kE/s72-c/DSC00895.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082534744814260300.post-6212755976207726182</id><published>2010-03-03T09:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T09:58:24.559-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The BIG 30!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/S46iz3yXVUI/AAAAAAAABc0/kV9HtA4PCNs/s1600-h/IMG_1456.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/S46iz3yXVUI/AAAAAAAABc0/kV9HtA4PCNs/s400/IMG_1456.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444468011569730882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past week was Nick's sister Fine's 30Th birthday.  What an old fogie, huh?! ha ha We celebrated her birthday by all pitching in and paying for her hair to get done. She chopped it all off, and it looks AMAZING! We all love it so much, she is definitely one hot mama! Lol Before that though, we took her to breakfast.. I guess that's the least she can get, since she's almost 50! ha ha ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That Saturday we all got together with Taeao's boyfriends mom, Dorothy. And she taught us all how to make caramel apple's! They were so good! :) It was so much fun and I am so glad that Fine enjoyed her little birthday celebration! :) Love you Fine! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/S46i0zqjVkI/AAAAAAAABdE/exv0LdDDiBg/s1600-h/IMG_1446.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 322px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/S46i0zqjVkI/AAAAAAAABdE/exv0LdDDiBg/s400/IMG_1446.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444468027643090498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/S46i0a2F8sI/AAAAAAAABc8/rcL7JExn4Ok/s1600-h/IMG_1443.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/S46i0a2F8sI/AAAAAAAABc8/rcL7JExn4Ok/s400/IMG_1443.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444468020980609730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There is so much more going on, but I am still enjoying my internet free life! ha ha So until next time my blogging peeps.. Lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2082534744814260300-6212755976207726182?l=nicksheena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicksheena.blogspot.com/feeds/6212755976207726182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2082534744814260300&amp;postID=6212755976207726182' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082534744814260300/posts/default/6212755976207726182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082534744814260300/posts/default/6212755976207726182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicksheena.blogspot.com/2010/03/big-30.html' title='The BIG 30!'/><author><name>Sheena Tuakoi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01670792844536162572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2nTH3nIjDX4/TgrsbtuV9_I/AAAAAAAABng/9URXoqn-DL0/s220/Memories%2B406.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/S46iz3yXVUI/AAAAAAAABc0/kV9HtA4PCNs/s72-c/IMG_1456.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082534744814260300.post-5077928743174237985</id><published>2010-01-15T20:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T21:21:29.611-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick update..</title><content type='html'>So it's 2010, and so much has happened since the last time I blogged. I'll probably save all the catching up for another blog. I'll mention what recently has been going on in my life though. ha ha &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I deleted my Facebook account, and I've never felt better! Lol I hate getting caught up in every one's business, cause I honestly rather just keep to myself and my own little family! Lol No offense to all you FB lovers! ha ha  It's just that I let facebook take over my life!  It's really pathetic when I think about it now! I've been spending so much time with my family, and I've been loving every minute of it! Nick's been home since Christmas, and he'll be heading back to Kansas on Monday. I'm sad, but so glad that we were able to spend so much time together! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Nick taught Spencer how to write his whole name! :) We are so proud of him! He's such a little go getter. He sat there for a good  hour, getting sooo frustrated with himself! Lol It was so funny! But he was determined to get his name right, and he did!  We took him to the store to grab him a little toy, as a reward. And he grabbed a pack of pudding?! ha ha  Kids, so easily satisfied! ha ha  ( I'll have to post pictures of him writing his name, and how it looks!! We're so proud of him! Lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mele is all about school, homework, playing her DSi, and going to bed! Lol She's been loving how Nick walks to her school, to pick her up. Her two front teeth have finally broke through the gum! Lol And she lost two more teeth, it's so funny!  Her hair is actually growing back.. So she's been loving this new year so far! Lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick and I, have been up to absolutely nothing! Lol We work so hard throughout the year, that now that we have time together? It feels like a vacation! ha ha ha Like how I included myself working hard?! Lol Cause I do!! Nick knows it too!! ha ha ha &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my family so much!! :) Life gets hard sometimes, but I'm determined to help myself and my family become better people! :) I'm so excited for the new year! :) Whoooo Saaaaaa! Lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to my song on my page! This is my jam! LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2082534744814260300-5077928743174237985?l=nicksheena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicksheena.blogspot.com/feeds/5077928743174237985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2082534744814260300&amp;postID=5077928743174237985' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082534744814260300/posts/default/5077928743174237985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082534744814260300/posts/default/5077928743174237985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicksheena.blogspot.com/2010/01/quick-update.html' title='Quick update..'/><author><name>Sheena Tuakoi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01670792844536162572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2nTH3nIjDX4/TgrsbtuV9_I/AAAAAAAABng/9URXoqn-DL0/s220/Memories%2B406.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082534744814260300.post-5436866838789267590</id><published>2009-11-25T08:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T09:10:40.805-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home one minute.. Gone the next!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/Sw1kbT-2tCI/AAAAAAAABcE/HwQLM9Hhazs/s1600/Memorial+Weekend1+037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/Sw1kbT-2tCI/AAAAAAAABcE/HwQLM9Hhazs/s400/Memorial+Weekend1+037.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408089147924984866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick's been home for about a week now. &lt;strong&gt;It's so great having him here!&lt;/strong&gt; The kids are in heaven! ha ha I can't believe how much more work gets done around the house when's he's home! ha ha &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just got word, that he'll be leaving to Kansas next Monday. I was so sad when I listened to him talking to his boss, about all the traveling details! :( He says he should be home for Christmas, but it just seems so far away! I'm just so happy that he'll be spending Thanksgiving with us before he takes off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm &lt;strong&gt;extremely grateful&lt;/strong&gt; that he's still working, but it's never easy saying goodbye! I'm so &lt;strong&gt;THANKFUL&lt;/strong&gt; for such a &lt;strong&gt;hardworking husband!&lt;/strong&gt; He does so much for our little family! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love you so much babe! And I'm so happy we've been able to spend so much time together this year! Love you!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/Sw1ka6H6pWI/AAAAAAAABb8/0f99i47KCwM/s1600/spencer%27s+birthday+025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 382px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/Sw1ka6H6pWI/AAAAAAAABb8/0f99i47KCwM/s400/spencer%27s+birthday+025.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408089140983670114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2082534744814260300-5436866838789267590?l=nicksheena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicksheena.blogspot.com/feeds/5436866838789267590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2082534744814260300&amp;postID=5436866838789267590' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082534744814260300/posts/default/5436866838789267590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082534744814260300/posts/default/5436866838789267590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicksheena.blogspot.com/2009/11/home-one-minute-gone-next.html' title='Home one minute.. Gone the next!'/><author><name>Sheena Tuakoi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01670792844536162572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2nTH3nIjDX4/TgrsbtuV9_I/AAAAAAAABng/9URXoqn-DL0/s220/Memories%2B406.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/Sw1kbT-2tCI/AAAAAAAABcE/HwQLM9Hhazs/s72-c/Memorial+Weekend1+037.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082534744814260300.post-8179985803629329673</id><published>2009-11-25T08:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T08:35:39.693-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss. Jacob Black</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/Sw1cLYgi1wI/AAAAAAAABa8/_LWX18JGjk8/s1600/12450_182613993613_534403613_2768995_2541202_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/Sw1cLYgi1wI/AAAAAAAABa8/_LWX18JGjk8/s400/12450_182613993613_534403613_2768995_2541202_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408080078169102082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/Sw1cLCZmxcI/AAAAAAAABa0/7IgA_adyT90/s1600/12450_182613948613_534403613_2768990_1476826_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 303px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/Sw1cLCZmxcI/AAAAAAAABa0/7IgA_adyT90/s400/12450_182613948613_534403613_2768990_1476826_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408080072234419650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/Sw1cKz_TG7I/AAAAAAAABas/gcdtiZduJc8/s1600/12450_182613943613_534403613_2768989_5657726_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/Sw1cKz_TG7I/AAAAAAAABas/gcdtiZduJc8/s400/12450_182613943613_534403613_2768989_5657726_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408080068365982642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/Sw1cKn_6gwI/AAAAAAAABak/y92apzvDkt8/s1600/12450_182613928613_534403613_2768988_4654306_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 305px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/Sw1cKn_6gwI/AAAAAAAABak/y92apzvDkt8/s400/12450_182613928613_534403613_2768988_4654306_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408080065147339522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/Sw1cKBbSacI/AAAAAAAABac/wx8b-dpc5aU/s1600/12450_182613923613_534403613_2768987_4050600_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/Sw1cKBbSacI/AAAAAAAABac/wx8b-dpc5aU/s400/12450_182613923613_534403613_2768987_4050600_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408080054793169346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I know it's late, but I had to blog about our New Moon night! Lol I was able to attend the premiere at 6:00 p.m, with 2 of my beautiful sister in laws! &lt;strong&gt;Tina and Fiona!&lt;/strong&gt; :) We had so much fun! We hecka wore our &lt;strong&gt;Team Jacob shirts!&lt;/strong&gt;Lol I even decided to go a little over board with my pants, but oh well.. &lt;strong&gt;I loved it!&lt;/strong&gt; ha ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went and had dinner at Tucano's, which is my favorite restaurant by the way! Lol And it was great, as always! We then headed to our movie. I couldn't have been more pleased with our seats! They were &lt;strong&gt;AMAZING!!&lt;/strong&gt; They had pizza, cookies, drinks.. They had it all! You think that was good?? We were watching New Moon, and we were supporting the "American Cancer Association"!! It was &lt;strong&gt;GREAT!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie, as expected.. was &lt;strong&gt;AWESOME!&lt;/strong&gt; I'm the biggest &lt;strong&gt;Edward&lt;/strong&gt; fan, but when it came to New Moon and Eclipse, I was more of a &lt;strong&gt;Jacob fan!&lt;/strong&gt; Lol And in Breaking Dawn, I'm going as &lt;strong&gt;Team JEDWARD!&lt;/strong&gt; Cause I loved them both in that one! ha ha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so excited for Eclipse, that I've already started brainstorming about my outfit! LOL..&lt;strong&gt; Gooooo Team Jacob! :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2082534744814260300-8179985803629329673?l=nicksheena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicksheena.blogspot.com/feeds/8179985803629329673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2082534744814260300&amp;postID=8179985803629329673' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082534744814260300/posts/default/8179985803629329673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082534744814260300/posts/default/8179985803629329673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicksheena.blogspot.com/2009/11/miss-jacob-black.html' title='Miss. Jacob Black'/><author><name>Sheena Tuakoi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01670792844536162572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2nTH3nIjDX4/TgrsbtuV9_I/AAAAAAAABng/9URXoqn-DL0/s220/Memories%2B406.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/Sw1cLYgi1wI/AAAAAAAABa8/_LWX18JGjk8/s72-c/12450_182613993613_534403613_2768995_2541202_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082534744814260300.post-3199318631483700830</id><published>2009-10-19T17:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T18:05:24.404-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lonely</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/St0MwJLJQMI/AAAAAAAABaU/5yt_YUc9WN0/s1600-h/Tuakoifamily+037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/St0MwJLJQMI/AAAAAAAABaU/5yt_YUc9WN0/s400/Tuakoifamily+037.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394481949895639234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick left back to Colorado today.. It's been such a hard day! Our kids have been asking me if we could please follow daddy?! It's so sad! I know it won't be too much longer, before he comes home for good.. But it's still tough being apart from him! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been trying to think of things to keep busy, and it always comes back to me staring at the wall, missing him more and more every second! This sucks! :( And it's so depressing, seeing how sad our kids are without him! They cried so bad when he left! Nick was so emotional! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure people think I should be use to him leaving by now, but it just gets harder and harder every time! I cried like there was no tomorrow! Lol Nick gets a kick out of seeing me cry for him though, he says it makes him feel loved! ha ha.. Whatever that means!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love and miss you so much Nick! Please hurry home Love! :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2082534744814260300-3199318631483700830?l=nicksheena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicksheena.blogspot.com/feeds/3199318631483700830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2082534744814260300&amp;postID=3199318631483700830' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082534744814260300/posts/default/3199318631483700830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082534744814260300/posts/default/3199318631483700830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicksheena.blogspot.com/2009/10/lonely.html' title='Lonely'/><author><name>Sheena Tuakoi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01670792844536162572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2nTH3nIjDX4/TgrsbtuV9_I/AAAAAAAABng/9URXoqn-DL0/s220/Memories%2B406.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/St0MwJLJQMI/AAAAAAAABaU/5yt_YUc9WN0/s72-c/Tuakoifamily+037.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082534744814260300.post-2647847773188191740</id><published>2009-10-13T12:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T12:54:20.311-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A little update..</title><content type='html'>So while Spencer was at school yesterday, I went and took his class some cookies and little spider man goodie bags. His whole class was so excited! All his classmates were saying, " This is the best birthday ever!".. Lol It was too cute! They all made Spencer little birthday cards, and they all sang Happy Birthday to him! One of his teachers got a little emotional, cause she said they're really going to miss the Tuakoi's, when we all eventually leave! :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/StTaV0rA2uI/AAAAAAAABZ8/tlVY-2hOBJk/s1600-h/spencer%27s+birthday+011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/StTaV0rA2uI/AAAAAAAABZ8/tlVY-2hOBJk/s400/spencer%27s+birthday+011.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392174722320489186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/StTaVQS999I/AAAAAAAABZ0/KM7_VhyZuto/s1600-h/spencer%27s+birthday+013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/StTaVQS999I/AAAAAAAABZ0/KM7_VhyZuto/s400/spencer%27s+birthday+013.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392174712555960274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/StTaUxKmNII/AAAAAAAABZs/atXmfmxOSkM/s1600-h/spencer%27s+birthday+010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/StTaUxKmNII/AAAAAAAABZs/atXmfmxOSkM/s400/spencer%27s+birthday+010.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392174704199349378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/StTaUGX0lsI/AAAAAAAABZk/J-R1L216_7o/s1600-h/spencer%27s+birthday+009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/StTaUGX0lsI/AAAAAAAABZk/J-R1L216_7o/s400/spencer%27s+birthday+009.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392174692712093378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/StTaT6K6i_I/AAAAAAAABZc/A3NmLqyX0Ds/s1600-h/spencer%27s+birthday+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/StTaT6K6i_I/AAAAAAAABZc/A3NmLqyX0Ds/s400/spencer%27s+birthday+002.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392174689436732402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/StTY6fwPt0I/AAAAAAAABZM/x1VZaM-fPgs/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/StTY6fwPt0I/AAAAAAAABZM/x1VZaM-fPgs/s400/001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392173153337194306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creede has been our 2nd home for the past 2 years. And I can't imagine not being here anymore! It makes me sad! I miss Utah, but Colorado has definitely grown on me, more so our kids! They keep telling me and Nick, that they don't want to stay in Utah! They just want to visit their cousins! Lol So it'll be a hard transition for all of us! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mele and her best friend Trenei, will be pen pals when we leave here.  Trenei's grandparents are so sweet! They love Mele to death, and they hate the thought of her leaving! Trenei and Mele, have become inseparable! We know that they will not only become pen pals, but they'll be life long friends! We talked with Trenei's grandparents about Trenei visiting us, and they're all for it! Mele and Trenei, will take turns visiting each other! We're so excited for the both of them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/StTZd_841rI/AAAAAAAABZU/whyW-LIWtLs/s1600-h/0630091047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/StTZd_841rI/AAAAAAAABZU/whyW-LIWtLs/s400/0630091047.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392173763275577010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2082534744814260300-2647847773188191740?l=nicksheena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicksheena.blogspot.com/feeds/2647847773188191740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2082534744814260300&amp;postID=2647847773188191740' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082534744814260300/posts/default/2647847773188191740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082534744814260300/posts/default/2647847773188191740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicksheena.blogspot.com/2009/10/little-update.html' title='A little update..'/><author><name>Sheena Tuakoi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01670792844536162572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2nTH3nIjDX4/TgrsbtuV9_I/AAAAAAAABng/9URXoqn-DL0/s220/Memories%2B406.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/StTaV0rA2uI/AAAAAAAABZ8/tlVY-2hOBJk/s72-c/spencer%27s+birthday+011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082534744814260300.post-8411373771271839100</id><published>2009-10-13T08:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T13:02:41.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 4th Birthday Son!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/StSf27mGg_I/AAAAAAAABYc/a6pl8GejN04/s1600-h/random+021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 365px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/StSf27mGg_I/AAAAAAAABYc/a6pl8GejN04/s400/random+021.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392110419928581106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our son, Spencer Suliasi Tuakoi II.. turned four years old yesterday. He's been talking about his birthday for week's now! ha ha.. He's been anxiously waiting for us, to give  him his birthday cake and have everyone sing to him! All he wanted for his birthday was a dinosaur cake, and for all his cousins to be there to sing Happy Birthday to him!  So this Saturday, at our 2nd annual Tuakoi Halloween party.. We will be singing Happy Birthday to Spencer and Lil Nick..  And they'll have all their cousins there! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asi and Tina, bought him the coolest little cowboy set, and he loves it so much! So a big Thank You to Asi and Tina! :) You guys never forget a birthday! Lol  We also had the pleasure of having Byron(Nick's boss), Soakai(Nick's cousin), J(Nick's co-worker), and of course Asi, Tina, Lil Nick and Baby Toa  come over and celebrate Spencer's birthday with us! :) The company was great! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spencer is our wild child. He purposely annoys his sister, and me!! He has grown so close to his dad, since we've been out here! This is the longest we've ever been with Nick.. Because whenever he would get sent out, we wouldn't be able to go and stay with him, the way we do here! It's been such a blessing!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/StSf3kFmrqI/AAAAAAAABYs/T1mbgE_7k4Y/s1600-h/0718091916.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/StSf3kFmrqI/AAAAAAAABYs/T1mbgE_7k4Y/s400/0718091916.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392110430798130850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spencer loves learning new things! He loves school, except for the days he's lazy! Lol He tries to tell me and Nick, that his teacher makes him sit at the playground by himself all day! ha ha.. He's such a little character! He's always asking tons of questions!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why does the sun go down, and the moon comes up?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why do we always have to go to sleep, and not you and daddy?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When will I be older than Mele?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why do you want another baby? You don't want me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. there are so many more random questions!! ha ha.. He definitely keeps us on our toes! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our son has been such an amazing blessing! He's grown out of being a mama's boy, to now being his daddy's best friend! We look at how much he's grown, and couldn't have asked for a better son! He's my cuddle bug, and Nick's little wrestler! He brings us so much joy! And we are truly GRATEFUL to have him in our lives! WE LOVE YOU SO MUCH SON! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/StSf5HUTw_I/AAAAAAAABY8/7o8419ks6ko/s1600-h/summer+09+056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/StSf5HUTw_I/AAAAAAAABY8/7o8419ks6ko/s400/summer+09+056.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392110457434915826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/StSf4D4HcYI/AAAAAAAABY0/uqyLDKWw7I4/s1600-h/011-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/StSf4D4HcYI/AAAAAAAABY0/uqyLDKWw7I4/s400/011-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392110439331492226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/StSf3al-DGI/AAAAAAAABYk/5kKYVQJZquM/s1600-h/random+022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/StSf3al-DGI/AAAAAAAABYk/5kKYVQJZquM/s400/random+022.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392110428249525346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2082534744814260300-8411373771271839100?l=nicksheena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicksheena.blogspot.com/feeds/8411373771271839100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2082534744814260300&amp;postID=8411373771271839100' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082534744814260300/posts/default/8411373771271839100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082534744814260300/posts/default/8411373771271839100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicksheena.blogspot.com/2009/10/happy-4th-birthday-son.html' title='Happy 4th Birthday Son!'/><author><name>Sheena Tuakoi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01670792844536162572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2nTH3nIjDX4/TgrsbtuV9_I/AAAAAAAABng/9URXoqn-DL0/s220/Memories%2B406.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/StSf27mGg_I/AAAAAAAABYc/a6pl8GejN04/s72-c/random+021.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082534744814260300.post-3112430076561806910</id><published>2009-09-11T12:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T12:47:21.042-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our little artist!</title><content type='html'>Mele is going through a really funny stage, of drawing everything she sees.. And than writing a sentence or two explaining her drawing. And today, I just couldn't pass up blogging about it! Lol..  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She did this picture earlier today, when Nick came home for lunch.. ha ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/Sqqm-uDOp0I/AAAAAAAABYM/VbqRKdlFqVU/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/Sqqm-uDOp0I/AAAAAAAABYM/VbqRKdlFqVU/s400/002.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380296301291153218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She showed me and Nick, and we couldn't stop laughing! Nick has the biggest zit right under his eye, and she did a great job drawing it! ha ha We kept wondering why she was asking us to help her spell pimple??! Lol We kept telling her to just sound it out, cause that's usually what we tell her when she's trying to spell different words. Come to find out, she was drawing a picture of Nick's pimple, and writing about it! ha ha She is too funny! It's the simple things like this, that make us enjoy being parents! ha ha.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/Sqqm-O1HhmI/AAAAAAAABYE/TvMhic15cEE/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 314px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/Sqqm-O1HhmI/AAAAAAAABYE/TvMhic15cEE/s400/001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380296292910466658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept trying to get a picture of Nick's pimple, but he was not having it! ha ha.. I'll get one when he's asleep! Lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spencer on the other hand, is rockin a new hairdo! ha ha The mohawk is gone! :( I'm so sad, but the way his hawk was growing?? It was just way too curly! So we decided since his curls were so nice, that we would try to grow all his hair out.. So I can't wait to see how it'll turn out! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/Sqqm_PmB9lI/AAAAAAAABYU/tdIXLFV1IwQ/s1600-h/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 375px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/Sqqm_PmB9lI/AAAAAAAABYU/tdIXLFV1IwQ/s400/005.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380296310295492178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2082534744814260300-3112430076561806910?l=nicksheena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicksheena.blogspot.com/feeds/3112430076561806910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2082534744814260300&amp;postID=3112430076561806910' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082534744814260300/posts/default/3112430076561806910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082534744814260300/posts/default/3112430076561806910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicksheena.blogspot.com/2009/09/our-little-artist.html' title='Our little artist!'/><author><name>Sheena Tuakoi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01670792844536162572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2nTH3nIjDX4/TgrsbtuV9_I/AAAAAAAABng/9URXoqn-DL0/s220/Memories%2B406.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/Sqqm-uDOp0I/AAAAAAAABYM/VbqRKdlFqVU/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082534744814260300.post-5366895223672752684</id><published>2009-09-10T10:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T15:32:25.277-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Lebron..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/Sqk-NWYAJ0I/AAAAAAAABXE/pCJRhkRzVrk/s1600-h/Labor+Day+023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/Sqk-NWYAJ0I/AAAAAAAABXE/pCJRhkRzVrk/s400/Labor+Day+023.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379899628936243010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/Sqk-M_eSllI/AAAAAAAABW8/wjvbJoRlPN4/s1600-h/Labor+Day+022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 324px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/Sqk-M_eSllI/AAAAAAAABW8/wjvbJoRlPN4/s400/Labor+Day+022.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379899622788601426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we were back in Utah, this past weekend for the Labor Day holiday.. It was such a fun and busy weekend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main reason for our trip home, was for Nick to bless his cousin/brother Vita's baby..  Vita asked Nick about two months ago, so Nick was pretty excited. Nick wasn't able to bless our first two, so this would be the first baby blessing for him. He was really nervous, but felt really good about it at the same time. Lol &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick and Vita are first cousins. But they grew up together, so they're pretty much brothers. :) They are really close! Even though, they're both married with kids now, they always call and see how each other is doing! Lol..  Nick has told me so many stories about the things they would do, and all the trouble they would get into together! Lol They were terrible! ha ha.. Vita went on his mission, and Nick went in a different direction! Lol.. He married me and we had two beautiful babies! Best mission ever! ha ha ha..  So it was pretty crazy to everyone, that Nick would be blessing Vita's baby! ha ha.. Cause they always thought, it would be the other way around!.. Lol  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/Sqk-MJDXtvI/AAAAAAAABWs/An8xnbJNtOg/s1600-h/Labor+Day+019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 367px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/Sqk-MJDXtvI/AAAAAAAABWs/An8xnbJNtOg/s400/Labor+Day+019.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379899608180176626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Sunday came around, and Nick was ready to go! :) I didn't know I was going to get so emotional during the whole thing! ha ha..  Just watching Nick walk up to the front holding baby Lebron, made me tear up. What made me tear up even more, was that no one was there to stand in the circle, other than the bishop and a few men from the stake.  There were other family members baby blessings that same day, so not everyone could make it. :( But when Nick started blessing Baby Lebron?.. All that was forgotten! It was a beautiful blessing, and I am so proud of my husband! You could tell he was so nervous, but we felt the spirit so strong! :) I am extremely grateful to have a worthy priesthood holder in my family! And I look forward to our children to come! Just knowing that Nick will be able to bless our babies, brings me so much joy! :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All Vita's ward members were so welcoming, from the second we arrived! It made Nick feel so much more comfortable! So a big thank you to the Cannon 3rd ward! Lol.. And a big thank you to Tai, Luke, and John for also coming out to Lebron's baby blessing.. You guys are truly life long friends, and we love you guys! :) And to Vita and Oli, thank you for giving Nick the honor of blessing your son! He is such a beautiful baby! And we are so proud that you guys are trying to jump back on track with your little (growing) family! :) So many blessings are in store for your family! :) Thank you again, and we love you guys! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/Sqk8mc9vgwI/AAAAAAAABWc/93k3lHacgXg/s1600-h/Labor+Day+015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 195px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/Sqk8mc9vgwI/AAAAAAAABWc/93k3lHacgXg/s400/Labor+Day+015.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379897861178622722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/Sqk8leU5B3I/AAAAAAAABWM/wRTT3X2Cu1I/s1600-h/Labor+Day+010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 161px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/Sqk8leU5B3I/AAAAAAAABWM/wRTT3X2Cu1I/s400/Labor+Day+010.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379897844364281714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/Sqk8k6mq-hI/AAAAAAAABWE/fhpAt08hPAA/s1600-h/Labor+Day+009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 255px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/Sqk8k6mq-hI/AAAAAAAABWE/fhpAt08hPAA/s400/Labor+Day+009.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379897834775181842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/Sqk8kPTU1zI/AAAAAAAABV8/1O42CyPrEGE/s1600-h/Labor+Day+008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 244px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/Sqk8kPTU1zI/AAAAAAAABV8/1O42CyPrEGE/s400/Labor+Day+008.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379897823151314738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/Sqk-LpKIcHI/AAAAAAAABWk/ZQtLZmxcr14/s1600-h/Labor+Day+018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 306px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/Sqk-LpKIcHI/AAAAAAAABWk/ZQtLZmxcr14/s400/Labor+Day+018.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379899599618601074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/SqlTDiAYplI/AAAAAAAABXM/AnuEhQ3Iat0/s1600-h/Labor+Day+020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 269px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/SqlTDiAYplI/AAAAAAAABXM/AnuEhQ3Iat0/s400/Labor+Day+020.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379922550003902034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2082534744814260300-5366895223672752684?l=nicksheena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicksheena.blogspot.com/feeds/5366895223672752684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2082534744814260300&amp;postID=5366895223672752684' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082534744814260300/posts/default/5366895223672752684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082534744814260300/posts/default/5366895223672752684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicksheena.blogspot.com/2009/09/so-we-were-back-in-utah-this-past.html' title='Baby Lebron..'/><author><name>Sheena Tuakoi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01670792844536162572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2nTH3nIjDX4/TgrsbtuV9_I/AAAAAAAABng/9URXoqn-DL0/s220/Memories%2B406.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/Sqk-NWYAJ0I/AAAAAAAABXE/pCJRhkRzVrk/s72-c/Labor+Day+023.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082534744814260300.post-3007641165154370338</id><published>2009-09-01T14:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T16:14:38.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Little Go Getters! Lol</title><content type='html'>Where to start, where to start?! Lol.. I have so much to blog about! Let's start with Mele's first day of school. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/Sp2oNZc8I_I/AAAAAAAABVM/IenKbI4VF3g/s1600-h/summer+09+046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/Sp2oNZc8I_I/AAAAAAAABVM/IenKbI4VF3g/s400/summer+09+046.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376638478274274290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mele, started her first day of 1rst grade, here in Colorado. She started about two weeks ago, and boy was that an unforgettable morning! Lol  She woke up around 6:45 am. She got ready and ate breakfast, and than we headed to her school. :) So in Utah, it was normal to see parents in their morning looks! ha ha So being a normal parent, that's what I did! I went in my morning looks, knowing I had to drop papers off to the main office before I could leave. So terrible, right?! LOL.. When we pull up, all the parents are there dropping off their kids, and they are all dressed and ready for the day! WTH?!  I didn't care though, all I wanted to do was make sure Mele got to class okay! And pray that she wouldn't cry for me!! LOL (Mele NEVER cries for me!!LOL But for some reason, I thought this would be the day!! ha ha) So she gets out of the car, and takes off running towards her class!  While I'm running behind her, telling her to wait for me!! Lol She just turned and yelled," Just go to the office mom! I'm okay!!" I was so butt hurt! Lol She was totally embarrassed of me! I always thought of myself,  as a "COOL MOM!!"LOL..  So feeling sorry for myself, I walked to the main office! Hoodie, basketball shorts, hair trying to get away from my head, garments hanging out of my basketball shorts!! LOL It was not cute! Lol But the people here, are so nice! They hecka made me feel like I wasn't looking like a complete mess! ha ha I walked out, to find Nick waiting by our car! Lol He looked me up and down, and couldn't stop laughing! ha ha Then the words I needed to hear, came out of his mouth," Hey, hot mama! You look a mess!!" LOL.. I really almost cried! ha ha It was so bad! But I was so glad to see that Nick, made it to her school to see her off on her first day of 1rst grade. Cause he missed her first day of Kindergarten.:(  I guess while I was in the office, he was able to go in with her and meet her teacher. She could never be embarrassed of her dad! She is such a daddy's girl! I should have smacked her! LOL.. J/K.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/Sp2oMyQ_FzI/AAAAAAAABVE/S3-xtnPAqYc/s1600-h/summer+09+045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 248px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/Sp2oMyQ_FzI/AAAAAAAABVE/S3-xtnPAqYc/s400/summer+09+045.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376638467755153202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mele has school from 7:55-4:00, which is a crazy long day! Lol She has such long days, cause she only has school Monday-Thursdays. And they have no kind of sympathy for their students being in school so long either, cause they hecka send her home with tons of homework! Lol There's only 12 kids in her class, including herself. Lol Her teacher called me after her first day of school, and gave me her home number. Just in case I ever needed to get a hold of her for anything. Lol Who does that, right?? Well, the teachers here like to be super involved in their students lives! And we love it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it came down to buying Mele's school supplies, we didn't have to buy anything. The school provided it all! I even get reimbursed for driving her to school. They add up the milage I drive everyday to take her, and cut me a check at the end of every month. How neat is that?! Lol..  We're even able to go have lunch with her everyday. We are so glad that we were able to start Mele, in school out here! The education is GREAT! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mele, absolutely loves it out here! She is our fearless child! She is our little Miss.Independent! :) And we are so proud of her! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/Sp2oO0r_LBI/AAAAAAAABVk/o-eNyYA0-PE/s1600-h/summer+09+059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 246px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/Sp2oO0r_LBI/AAAAAAAABVk/o-eNyYA0-PE/s400/summer+09+059.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376638502765014034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up.. our crazy son, Spencer! Lol.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/Sp2oNzYBRxI/AAAAAAAABVU/ElgpQq67aIw/s1600-h/summer+09+056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/Sp2oNzYBRxI/AAAAAAAABVU/ElgpQq67aIw/s400/summer+09+056.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376638485232961298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had his pre-school testing last Thursday, the 27th of August. And he did GREAT! He was scoring in the 5 and 6 year olds age group. We are so proud of him. He's always been into reading and learning new things. I think we owe that to Mele! Lol He's always trying to keep up with her! ha ha.. And of course, she hates it!  Nick kept calling throughout his testing, to see how he was doing?.. Lol When I told him, he made us meet him for lunch to take Spencer out. Lol He is one proud daddy! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/Sp2oOpJWuII/AAAAAAAABVc/0o5xfaJmqlg/s1600-h/summer+09+058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/Sp2oOpJWuII/AAAAAAAABVc/0o5xfaJmqlg/s400/summer+09+058.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376638499666966658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spencer officially started his first day of pre-school, on Monday, the 31rst of August.  He and Mele, both got up with Nick, when he got up to get ready for work. He was so excited to get ready for school! :) They ate breakfast, and than we were on our way! Lol When we pulled up, Nick was already at his school.. ha ha See what I mean?? Such a proud daddy! Lol He had to see Spencer go into the school and all that good stuff! Lol  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/Sp2pfVb-sII/AAAAAAAABV0/Z2qC36PFogY/s1600-h/summer+09+060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/Sp2pfVb-sII/AAAAAAAABV0/Z2qC36PFogY/s400/summer+09+060.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376639885945778306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spencer has school from 7:55-11:00.. It's  not long at all, but he LOVES it! He gets along great with the teachers, and all the other kids. He was never a morning person, but now that he has school??.. He wakes up early all the time, without a single complaint! ha ha He's our little go getter! ha ha.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/Sp2pe6ZxHvI/AAAAAAAABVs/iXhSjO46Fcg/s1600-h/summer+09+061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/Sp2pe6ZxHvI/AAAAAAAABVs/iXhSjO46Fcg/s400/summer+09+061.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376639878688743154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love that our babies are both in school and that they're both doing so well! :) Being out here has definitely brought our little family closer together! And we are so glad that we decided to not be apart from Nick this year! Best decision ever! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2082534744814260300-3007641165154370338?l=nicksheena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicksheena.blogspot.com/feeds/3007641165154370338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2082534744814260300&amp;postID=3007641165154370338' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082534744814260300/posts/default/3007641165154370338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082534744814260300/posts/default/3007641165154370338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicksheena.blogspot.com/2009/09/our-little-go-getters-lol.html' title='Our Little Go Getters! Lol'/><author><name>Sheena Tuakoi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01670792844536162572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2nTH3nIjDX4/TgrsbtuV9_I/AAAAAAAABng/9URXoqn-DL0/s220/Memories%2B406.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/Sp2oNZc8I_I/AAAAAAAABVM/IenKbI4VF3g/s72-c/summer+09+046.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082534744814260300.post-2742922062187983157</id><published>2009-08-10T07:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T08:55:05.759-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Fishing Trip..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/SoA72cNa1oI/AAAAAAAABSc/cXzdhYGk_Xg/s1600-h/fishing+trip+046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/SoA72cNa1oI/AAAAAAAABSc/cXzdhYGk_Xg/s400/fishing+trip+046.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368356562297083522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our first fishing trip ever, took place yesterday at Love Lake. I know it was Sunday, and we did miss church. But Sunday is my husbands only day off, so once in awhile I feel like since he works so hard, why not go and do something fun and out of the ordinary.. :) So fishing it was! On Saturday, Nick made sure he went and got his fishing license. He was totally prepared! Lol He just borrowed one of his coworker J's, fishing rods. So Sunday morning we followed J and Sokai(Nick's cousin who also works with him), Asi, Tina and the kids, to Love Lake. It wasn't far at all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/SoA_aVvEsdI/AAAAAAAABUM/VFaCwvKXs8c/s1600-h/fishing+trip+039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/SoA_aVvEsdI/AAAAAAAABUM/VFaCwvKXs8c/s400/fishing+trip+039.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368360477569364434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/SoA_Z09KBYI/AAAAAAAABUE/wTGLxpsoVyE/s1600-h/fishing+trip+033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 234px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/SoA_Z09KBYI/AAAAAAAABUE/wTGLxpsoVyE/s400/fishing+trip+033.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368360468770063746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From what I hear, I guess all the locals go fishing there. And they are really secretive about this place! Lol My husband was telling me, how whenever they would ask where Love Lake was at?? The local people would just act like they didn't know.. ha ha ha..  The locals here are so funny! :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/SoBBGLkIhkI/AAAAAAAABU0/mbUB3olc7-A/s1600-h/fishing+trip+018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/SoBBGLkIhkI/AAAAAAAABU0/mbUB3olc7-A/s400/fishing+trip+018.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368362330264995394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/SoBBFjDhyeI/AAAAAAAABUs/BPahQhbFu3s/s1600-h/fishing+trip+035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/SoBBFjDhyeI/AAAAAAAABUs/BPahQhbFu3s/s400/fishing+trip+035.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368362319390820834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we finally get to Love Lake, and Nick, Mele, and Spencer couldn't wait to jump out of the car! Lol They've been waiting to go fishing, for some time now! Lol So I was just excited to sit there, and watch Nick help the kids put their bate on and cast their fishing rods into the lake. The lake was so beautiful and peaceful! Mele caught the first fish, and it was good size. Nick built a little pond thingy, surrounded by rocks, where we would keep whatever fish we caught in.Lol   Nick caught the next fish, and it was a pretty big one. So he put his fish in with Mele's fish, in the little home he had made for them! Lol  Our poor son cried thinking he wouldn't catch a fish.. and about half an hour later, I saw something tugging at his line! Lol I was excited for Spencer's fish, because I was the one who got to pull it in! Lol Well, with the help of Spencer of course! ha ha His fish wasn't long at all, but it was so fat! Lol Nick had the biggest fish, and than Mele's fish, and than Spencer's fish. It was so chunky! It was so cute! I tried to catch a picture with them all holding their fishes, but Spencer's fish jumped out of his hands and got away! Lol.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/SoA8muvuN4I/AAAAAAAABSk/eWlCqquMXqw/s1600-h/fishing+trip+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/SoA8muvuN4I/AAAAAAAABSk/eWlCqquMXqw/s400/fishing+trip+003.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368357391906518914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/SoA8nIpEtaI/AAAAAAAABSs/A7St3QlYRsQ/s1600-h/fishing+trip+008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/SoA8nIpEtaI/AAAAAAAABSs/A7St3QlYRsQ/s400/fishing+trip+008.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368357398857954722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/SoBBEZSxcrI/AAAAAAAABUU/--IiIinXt5w/s1600-h/fishing+trip+019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/SoBBEZSxcrI/AAAAAAAABUU/--IiIinXt5w/s400/fishing+trip+019.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368362299590537906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/SoA8oWtGxeI/AAAAAAAABTE/Pda3oGXzg0g/s1600-h/fishing+trip+014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/SoA8oWtGxeI/AAAAAAAABTE/Pda3oGXzg0g/s400/fishing+trip+014.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368357419812832738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/SoA8oByUqOI/AAAAAAAABS8/PWStRyzC0pg/s1600-h/fishing+trip+013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/SoA8oByUqOI/AAAAAAAABS8/PWStRyzC0pg/s400/fishing+trip+013.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368357414197569762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/SoA8npYzGjI/AAAAAAAABS0/3qJlsCpspdU/s1600-h/fishing+trip+010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/SoA8npYzGjI/AAAAAAAABS0/3qJlsCpspdU/s400/fishing+trip+010.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368357407648062002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mele's fish..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/SoA99R6aY-I/AAAAAAAABTU/KLWaAokEPuA/s1600-h/fishing+trip+020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/SoA99R6aY-I/AAAAAAAABTU/KLWaAokEPuA/s400/fishing+trip+020.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368358878815347682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/SoA982g-OII/AAAAAAAABTM/BEAnr3Ui4FA/s1600-h/fishing+trip+026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/SoA982g-OII/AAAAAAAABTM/BEAnr3Ui4FA/s400/fishing+trip+026.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368358871460886658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick's fish..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/SoA992ghZ4I/AAAAAAAABTc/pKbl_zkb6wM/s1600-h/fishing+trip+024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/SoA992ghZ4I/AAAAAAAABTc/pKbl_zkb6wM/s400/fishing+trip+024.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368358888638867330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/SoA9-YI7igI/AAAAAAAABTk/nzqg_9lrvhc/s1600-h/fishing+trip+025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/SoA9-YI7igI/AAAAAAAABTk/nzqg_9lrvhc/s400/fishing+trip+025.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368358897666722306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spencer crying cause he hasn't caught a fish yet.. Lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/SoA9-je1_rI/AAAAAAAABTs/9edgjEkKDgg/s1600-h/fishing+trip+034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/SoA9-je1_rI/AAAAAAAABTs/9edgjEkKDgg/s400/fishing+trip+034.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368358900711423666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Spencer finally got one! Lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/SoA_ZMlhnnI/AAAAAAAABT0/xBXWhDAY1gE/s1600-h/fishing+trip+042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/SoA_ZMlhnnI/AAAAAAAABT0/xBXWhDAY1gE/s400/fishing+trip+042.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368360457933528690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/SoBBFKY6cQI/AAAAAAAABUk/wlXCaKBej94/s1600-h/fishing+trip+030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 261px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/SoBBFKY6cQI/AAAAAAAABUk/wlXCaKBej94/s400/fishing+trip+030.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368362312769630466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little pond thing we kept our fishes in.. Lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/SoBBEzIQsWI/AAAAAAAABUc/_S9xtUc7U0w/s1600-h/fishing+trip+027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/SoBBEzIQsWI/AAAAAAAABUc/_S9xtUc7U0w/s400/fishing+trip+027.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368362306525770082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My babies with their fishes! Lol (Spencer's jumped out of his hands! LOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/SoBCbfSP7PI/AAAAAAAABU8/iXVZCih3pCk/s1600-h/fishing+trip+045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/SoBCbfSP7PI/AAAAAAAABU8/iXVZCih3pCk/s400/fishing+trip+045.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368363795847572722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had such a fun day fishing! We definitely plan on doing it again! I love being able to spend quality time with my family! And we are extremely grateful to be out here, enjoying the great outdoors! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2082534744814260300-2742922062187983157?l=nicksheena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicksheena.blogspot.com/feeds/2742922062187983157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2082534744814260300&amp;postID=2742922062187983157' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082534744814260300/posts/default/2742922062187983157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082534744814260300/posts/default/2742922062187983157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicksheena.blogspot.com/2009/08/first-fishing-trip.html' title='First Fishing Trip..'/><author><name>Sheena Tuakoi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01670792844536162572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2nTH3nIjDX4/TgrsbtuV9_I/AAAAAAAABng/9URXoqn-DL0/s220/Memories%2B406.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/SoA72cNa1oI/AAAAAAAABSc/cXzdhYGk_Xg/s72-c/fishing+trip+046.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082534744814260300.post-2475398258483219002</id><published>2009-07-28T07:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T07:51:11.708-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Homemade Pizza..</title><content type='html'>Everyday we're always contemplating on what to make for dinner. So yesterday, we decided to make our very own homemade pizza's. We each made our own, and they turned out soo good!  I think mine was the best, but Nick thinks differently!  The kids were so excited they were able to put everything on themselves!  They made the biggest mess too!  Unfortunately, Nick wasn't able to witness them making these delicious creations, cause he was too busy working out!  Okay, I didn't mean to make him sound like a bad guy, but that's just his normal routine.. Work, Come home, Give us kisses, and off to workout. It's an everyday routine for him! I'll have to blog about that another time! LOL..  When he did get home, he ate some of the kids pizza's and he LOVED IT!  He loved them so much, I made him make both his and mine! That was his punishment! ha ha He added extra mushrooms to mine, cause I absolutely LOVE mushrooms!  It really was soo good! Homemade pizza has to be better than any other pizza place out there! (Other than Papa Johns, of course! ha ha) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we ate, we went and walked around town. It was like 10:00, so everyone in town was already sleeping!  It was so quiet and peaceful! Until our kids started talking, and Nick starting singing! WTH?! I was so irritated! I kept, Shhhhhhhh-ing them the whole way! Lol They say there are tons of mountain lions out here, so I was scared that they would hear us and come attack!   My husband knew I was scared, so every time we saw a deer, he would yell, MOUNTAIN LION!! I would just smack him and keep walking, even though I knew I was really wanting to run  for my life! ha ha Deer are like dogs out here! Lol They are everywhere! They just walk the town, like it's an everyday thing! ha ha It's so crazy!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I have to start cleaning our cabin now, so I'll keep you updated on our lives another time.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random thought: " I think we'll have some root beer floats again after dinner! Mmmmm.. " LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2082534744814260300-2475398258483219002?l=nicksheena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicksheena.blogspot.com/feeds/2475398258483219002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2082534744814260300&amp;postID=2475398258483219002' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082534744814260300/posts/default/2475398258483219002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082534744814260300/posts/default/2475398258483219002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicksheena.blogspot.com/2009/07/homemade-pizza.html' title='Homemade Pizza..'/><author><name>Sheena Tuakoi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01670792844536162572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2nTH3nIjDX4/TgrsbtuV9_I/AAAAAAAABng/9URXoqn-DL0/s220/Memories%2B406.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082534744814260300.post-1953036629856208061</id><published>2009-07-21T13:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T14:26:53.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun/Scary kind of weekend! Lol</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/SmYpRTHkBQI/AAAAAAAABRk/mBhKOFIiHz0/s1600-h/downsized_0718091914.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 330px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/SmYpRTHkBQI/AAAAAAAABRk/mBhKOFIiHz0/s400/downsized_0718091914.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361017783597663490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we've had a pretty fun weekend, this past weekend. On Saturday, after getting pedicures with Tracy, Gail, and Tina.. they dropped me off to Nick and the kids, who were waiting for me at the carnival. The whole drive there, I was hoping Nick cleaned our kids faces, and was praying they had clean clothes on! ha ha ha.. To my surprise.. they were all clean and dressed to impress! ha ha ha.. Nick even fixed Mele's hair, and it looked as if I did it! ha ha ha.. I taught him well! Lol It wasn't a normal carnival. ha ha It had only one ride, and a couple of slides. ha ha ha But our kids had a blast! After the carnival we headed to our kids favorite restaurant here in town, Cascada Bar and Grill. They have the best fries ever! :) When we got there, they had a local band playing, it was so neat! Spencer and Mele, were dancing around with all the other people. They were hecka clapping along with the music. I have to be one of the greatest clappers around! ha ha Since I can't sing, I've become quite the clapper! ha ha ha.. When we came home, the kids were really tired, so they passed out. I, being the scaredy cat that I am, decided to watch, Haunting in Connecticut! ha ha HOLY SCARY! LOL I kept punching Nick to turn it off, but he was so passed out, he didn't hear me at all! So I started singing primary songs in my head! ha ha He finally woke up when I started pinching his back! ( not only am I a clapper, I'm a pincher too!! LOL) He was laughing so hard, cause my eyes were bigger than big, and he said I looked like I was going to cry! ha ha Which I was! ha ha But yeah, that was my traumatic night! Lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/SmYpR2208RI/AAAAAAAABRs/QvkcYI_eWIU/s1600-h/downsized_0717091214.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/SmYpR2208RI/AAAAAAAABRs/QvkcYI_eWIU/s400/downsized_0717091214.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361017793191145746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/SmYpRPpQuHI/AAAAAAAABRc/ZLqHkPM_Jx4/s1600-h/0718091916a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/SmYpRPpQuHI/AAAAAAAABRc/ZLqHkPM_Jx4/s400/0718091916a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361017782665263218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/SmYpQ5y9AgI/AAAAAAAABRU/uRn3391q_iM/s1600-h/0718091916.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/SmYpQ5y9AgI/AAAAAAAABRU/uRn3391q_iM/s400/0718091916.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361017776800334338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/SmYpQtNcRNI/AAAAAAAABRM/xBj_D3trIW4/s1600-h/downsized_0718091910.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/SmYpQtNcRNI/AAAAAAAABRM/xBj_D3trIW4/s400/downsized_0718091910.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361017773421774034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On Sunday, we slept in. It was so nice. We had a lot of laundry to do, so we went into town and did our laundry.  Later on during the day, we started making cupcakes for our ER family potluck. The food was GREAT! :) We love getting together with all Nick's co workers. And what made it even better, was that almost all of the ER employee's families were here. Mina brought her 4 wheelers again, and of course, we have our little speedster Mele! She is so crazy! Spencer and Lil Nick jumped on the 4 wheeler with her, and Nick had told her time and time again, to SLOW DOWN! Next thing you know it, I hear screaming from around the corner. All I see is Asi and Nick running towards where the kids were screaming from! So I started running. We get around the corner, and sure enough.. Mele had flipped the 4 wheeler. My heart dropped! I saw Nick running back to the cabin with both our kids in his hands, and their faces are just covered in blood! I was so scared! We get back to our cabins, to clean them up. And to make sure they didn't break any bones, or split their heads open! It had to be one of the scariest moments of my life! Mele and Spencer weren't even wearing helmets! So we were extremely GRATEFUL they weren't hurt worse! We for sure will be grabbing the kids helmets from Walmart on Friday!  The crazy thing is, that even after the crash, they were still asking Nick and I, if they can still get their 4 wheelers?! WTH??! ha ha.. Our kids are seriously so crazy! They sure keep us on our toes! ha ha ha.. Their faces are pretty banged up! :( I'm hoping it doesn't scar too bad! Mele's two front teeth are getting ready to fall out, and her whole left side of her face is swollen and scratched up! She's going to look SUPER HOT, when she starts school in a couple of weeks! ha ha ha Spencer's nose area is all that got scratched up, oh and his leg. But other than that, he's fine! Lol &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/SmYx9LIQp0I/AAAAAAAABR8/nRnIz7dVr0Q/s1600-h/wounds+085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 366px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/SmYx9LIQp0I/AAAAAAAABR8/nRnIz7dVr0Q/s400/wounds+085.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361027333460371266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/SmYx9c90ryI/AAAAAAAABSE/hDSyTcXIzbI/s1600-h/wounds+087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 387px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/SmYx9c90ryI/AAAAAAAABSE/hDSyTcXIzbI/s400/wounds+087.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361027338248433442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/SmYx9n5VRwI/AAAAAAAABSM/UetZTehX8do/s1600-h/wounds+086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 395px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/SmYx9n5VRwI/AAAAAAAABSM/UetZTehX8do/s400/wounds+086.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361027341182387970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/SmYx9zBkhqI/AAAAAAAABSU/-jTg_Nt7GFw/s1600-h/wounds+089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 160px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/SmYx9zBkhqI/AAAAAAAABSU/-jTg_Nt7GFw/s400/wounds+089.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361027344169731746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was just a fun, long, SCARY, yummy food kind a day! Lol &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S Remember people, SAFETY FIRST! It definitely was an eye opener for us! Our kids will always have their helmets with them at all times!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2082534744814260300-1953036629856208061?l=nicksheena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicksheena.blogspot.com/feeds/1953036629856208061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2082534744814260300&amp;postID=1953036629856208061' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082534744814260300/posts/default/1953036629856208061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082534744814260300/posts/default/1953036629856208061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicksheena.blogspot.com/2009/07/funscary-kind-of-weekend-lol.html' title='Fun/Scary kind of weekend! Lol'/><author><name>Sheena Tuakoi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01670792844536162572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2nTH3nIjDX4/TgrsbtuV9_I/AAAAAAAABng/9URXoqn-DL0/s220/Memories%2B406.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/SmYpRTHkBQI/AAAAAAAABRk/mBhKOFIiHz0/s72-c/downsized_0718091914.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082534744814260300.post-6771009811030759467</id><published>2009-07-13T16:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T17:05:01.468-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yaba Daba Doo! Lol</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/SlvKhuVkJWI/AAAAAAAABQ0/zW_Y3PqMbpU/s1600-h/flintstones.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/SlvKhuVkJWI/AAAAAAAABQ0/zW_Y3PqMbpU/s400/flintstones.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358098862410311010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I know it's late, but we finally got our kids use to taking their vitamins everyday! Lol They take the Flinstone vitamins, that Nick and I, use to take when we were younger. Mele, is not to fond of it, and Spencer flexes his muscles every time he takes it. We tell them it makes them stronger, and he thinks he can see himself getting stronger! ha ha  They're too funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not feeling well, and I think I should have grabbed me some vitamins! ha ha I'm dreading getting up to make dinner right now, but I promised my husband, that I would try to cook something tonight. So I decided to go with something really simple, taco salad! ha ha.. I've only had it once before, when my sister in law Ame made it for me. So I'll probably be calling her here in a second, to walk me through the process again! ha ha Not that it's hard or anything, I'm just one of those types, that has to cook exactly by the book! ha ha So wish me luck! Lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, our little journey walk tonight, will help me feel better. It's been raining on and off all day, but I can't put off our walking! Cause if I do, I probably won't ever go walking! ha ha.. So thanks for the great motivation Fay and Janice! ha ha I was so camping on your blogs today! ha ha ha.. I have the SNM diet, like no other! ( Start Next Monday!! LOL).. Love you guys! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2082534744814260300-6771009811030759467?l=nicksheena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicksheena.blogspot.com/feeds/6771009811030759467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2082534744814260300&amp;postID=6771009811030759467' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082534744814260300/posts/default/6771009811030759467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082534744814260300/posts/default/6771009811030759467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicksheena.blogspot.com/2009/07/yaba-daba-doo-lol.html' title='Yaba Daba Doo! Lol'/><author><name>Sheena Tuakoi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01670792844536162572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2nTH3nIjDX4/TgrsbtuV9_I/AAAAAAAABng/9URXoqn-DL0/s220/Memories%2B406.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/SlvKhuVkJWI/AAAAAAAABQ0/zW_Y3PqMbpU/s72-c/flintstones.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082534744814260300.post-8952270187405244144</id><published>2009-07-12T19:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T21:24:20.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today=Busy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/SlqvuvSS2zI/AAAAAAAABQc/LDV2Pyw6Zpc/s1600-h/Creede,+Colorado+121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/SlqvuvSS2zI/AAAAAAAABQc/LDV2Pyw6Zpc/s400/Creede,+Colorado+121.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357787924212669234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a day! :) So as you all know, we finally attended the branch out here. And as I expected, it was great! Everyone was so welcoming! Mele, had a bit of a hard time at first, but she adapted quick. After I sat with her in primary for a little while. Everyone kept telling us, how blessed they were to have us in their branch, but little do they know?? We are the blessed ones, to have the opportunity to attend their branch and to learn all that they have to teach us! It was such an eye opener! It's so crazy, how you could be going through tough times, and you feel like everything your learning, is directed specifically for you! It was really so humbling. They have a primary party on Wednesday, and we are so excited! We just have to come up with something really yummy to take! Lol So if any of you have any good recipes, let me know! ha ha.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After church, we decided to just drive to Alamosa. Where the Walmart is at. Lol And we stopped and grabbed a couple of things, I know it's Sunday. But we had to make that drive, since we were already half way. Cause the church we attend, is like 45 minutes away.. I know it's not an excuse, but that's what we did. Lol  We called Taeao, and talked to her for like an hour, just wishing her Happy Birthday! ha ha She said, she'll be coming out soon to visit us, so we're pretty excited! When we got back to Creede, the kids didn't want to come home yet, so we just cruised through town. We ended up seeing Tracy and Gail, two of Nick's co-workers, and they invited us over for dinner. So we ran home and changed, and headed to their cabins. Gail's daughter is in town with her husband and two boys. And they are just the cutest things. I couldn't put her one month old grandson down. Babies are just so precious! Gail made some ribs and baked potatoes, and Tracy made some southern beans and sausage over rice, with some corn bread. Man, can these ladies cook! I talked to Tracy and Mina forever! I feel like I've known these ladies my whole life. They are just so down to earth! And I love that they love my kids so much! ha ha Duper, Nick's foreman, could play with our kids all day long. He wanted Spencer to go and ride around with him tomorrow at work, but I probably will just be taking him to the playground instead! ha ha..  He'll be making us his famous seafood chowder, and I can't wait! That's going to be a whole other post on its own! Lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/Slqspr_6F0I/AAAAAAAABPk/pxV0zYoRjMU/s1600-h/Creede,+Colorado+127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/Slqspr_6F0I/AAAAAAAABPk/pxV0zYoRjMU/s400/Creede,+Colorado+127.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357784538896013122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were even able to just walk through town today. I've never just walked around in Creede. But today, was the first time. Creede, is so beautiful! I definitely have to start taking our kids into town more! Lol Once again, we only had our son though! Lol Cause Mele, practically lives with her twin(so they say! LOL) Kyana! They are inseparable! Today was definitely a great day! I'm so glad Nick was able to spend the whole day with us! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/SlqvvINH4lI/AAAAAAAABQk/Xb2E4EIdcQ0/s1600-h/Creede,+Colorado+119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 333px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/SlqvvINH4lI/AAAAAAAABQk/Xb2E4EIdcQ0/s400/Creede,+Colorado+119.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357787930901865042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/Slqsp33QFJI/AAAAAAAABPs/CUvCq1MSV7I/s1600-h/Creede,+Colorado+122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 278px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/Slqsp33QFJI/AAAAAAAABPs/CUvCq1MSV7I/s400/Creede,+Colorado+122.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357784542080930962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/SlqspNVO_nI/AAAAAAAABPc/YTR3qvISguE/s1600-h/Creede,+Colorado+128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/SlqspNVO_nI/AAAAAAAABPc/YTR3qvISguE/s400/Creede,+Colorado+128.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357784530663964274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/Slqsow_bTbI/AAAAAAAABPU/b7Eafh07Lcw/s1600-h/Creede,+Colorado+120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 238px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/Slqsow_bTbI/AAAAAAAABPU/b7Eafh07Lcw/s400/Creede,+Colorado+120.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357784523056303538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/SlqsorWL99I/AAAAAAAABPM/pBMAD-SR3AQ/s1600-h/Creede,+Colorado+117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 374px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/SlqsorWL99I/AAAAAAAABPM/pBMAD-SR3AQ/s400/Creede,+Colorado+117.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357784521541154770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/SlquAJB0LPI/AAAAAAAABQM/owAp_TWgMYs/s1600-h/Creede,+Colorado+124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 312px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/SlquAJB0LPI/AAAAAAAABQM/owAp_TWgMYs/s400/Creede,+Colorado+124.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357786024157392114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I went into town and did our laundry. There's only one laundromat in the whole town, so it was kind of busy. But the people here are so honest! I just threw my laundry in and took our kids to the playground. Lol After that, I came back and threw our laundry in the dryers and went back to the playground! Lol Nick met us there, and played for a bit. When we went to get our laundry out of the dryers, the women in there, had already folded our laundry and everything! ha ha And if you know me?? You know I hate folding laundry! ha ha I was so HAPPY! They were the sweetest ladies! So a big shout out to you three women! Whoever you are! ha ha You all are lifesavers! ha ha We had Kyana with us, so when Mina picked her up, she took Mele along with her. They ran to Walmart, and our poor son was so bored! So we took him down to the creek, and him and his dad played for a bit in the water. He was so excited for that! :) Mele, got home kind of late. And Spencer was kind of irritated. Lol Until Mina gave him the toy she bought him! ha ha ha She felt bad, that Mele and Kyana get to go everywhere, and Spencer has to stay back. Isn't she the sweetest?! I freakin love Mina! We definitely our loving are ER family more and more everyday! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/Slqt_DZhVSI/AAAAAAAABP0/V4nToPX_fJA/s1600-h/Creede,+Colorado+129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/Slqt_DZhVSI/AAAAAAAABP0/V4nToPX_fJA/s400/Creede,+Colorado+129.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357786005466338594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/SlqvvYhzWFI/AAAAAAAABQs/zXh_ikPQQdk/s1600-h/Creede,+Colorado+109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/SlqvvYhzWFI/AAAAAAAABQs/zXh_ikPQQdk/s400/Creede,+Colorado+109.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357787935283566674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/SlqrOopMm3I/AAAAAAAABPE/dnjbQgIpYjU/s1600-h/Creede,+Colorado+107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/SlqrOopMm3I/AAAAAAAABPE/dnjbQgIpYjU/s400/Creede,+Colorado+107.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357782974627355506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/SlqrOFY1QQI/AAAAAAAABO8/aPOQSWrBk0Y/s1600-h/Creede,+Colorado+114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/SlqrOFY1QQI/AAAAAAAABO8/aPOQSWrBk0Y/s400/Creede,+Colorado+114.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357782965163475202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/SlqrNOP804I/AAAAAAAABO0/3YpBHcwuB-M/s1600-h/Creede,+Colorado+096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/SlqrNOP804I/AAAAAAAABO0/3YpBHcwuB-M/s400/Creede,+Colorado+096.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357782950362272642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/SlqrMg2RQNI/AAAAAAAABOs/Fq-nbqpa-9E/s1600-h/Creede,+Colorado+115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/SlqrMg2RQNI/AAAAAAAABOs/Fq-nbqpa-9E/s400/Creede,+Colorado+115.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357782938174963922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We plan on having a game night tomorrow night, for FHE! Spencer had become quite the Jenga fanatic! And he's actually pretty good! ha ha Mele is in love with phase 10! Lol So I'll have to figure out how I can tie a lesson in with our game night! Lol We'll even be starting our family walks everyday now, and I can't wait! I've even gotten a new book to start reading, cause I really want to start a little book collection. It's called, Barefoot, by Elin Hilderbrand. I hope it's good! Lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/Slqt_7QndtI/AAAAAAAABQE/uG1s5UKdQB4/s1600-h/Creede,+Colorado+088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/Slqt_7QndtI/AAAAAAAABQE/uG1s5UKdQB4/s400/Creede,+Colorado+088.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357786020461377234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/Slqt_Qkd67I/AAAAAAAABP8/NL9_Gudb_7U/s1600-h/Creede,+Colorado+091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/Slqt_Qkd67I/AAAAAAAABP8/NL9_Gudb_7U/s400/Creede,+Colorado+091.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357786009001913266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S Thanks Tracy for my new pair of sunglasses! Lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2082534744814260300-8952270187405244144?l=nicksheena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicksheena.blogspot.com/feeds/8952270187405244144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2082534744814260300&amp;postID=8952270187405244144' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082534744814260300/posts/default/8952270187405244144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082534744814260300/posts/default/8952270187405244144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicksheena.blogspot.com/2009/07/todaybusy.html' title='Today=Busy!'/><author><name>Sheena Tuakoi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01670792844536162572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2nTH3nIjDX4/TgrsbtuV9_I/AAAAAAAABng/9URXoqn-DL0/s220/Memories%2B406.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/SlqvuvSS2zI/AAAAAAAABQc/LDV2Pyw6Zpc/s72-c/Creede,+Colorado+121.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082534744814260300.post-3083363422781575389</id><published>2009-07-11T18:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T18:29:35.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Melinda!</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow is Nick's youngest sister's birthday. Taeao(Melinda) will be turning 20 years old! I can't believe it! I look at Taeao like she is my own little sister. I've known her since she was starting the 7th grade, can you believe that??..  She was just a little girl. So innocent! ha ha ha.. Just kidding Taeao! She is definitely, one of the favorite aunties! Our kids love her to death! She is going to school up at Weber State. And she is very much Miss Independent. :) We sometimes clash, but we always manage to get through it. I can always call Taeao, whenever I just want to talk, or whenever I'm just bored! She's always there for me to bug! ha ha.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love you Taeao! And we hope you have an awesome birthday without us! Lol Not sure how much fun it'll be, but please try! We don't have a gift for you right now, but we're so excited to try our new ward tomorrow, on your birthday! YAY! LOL.. Happy Birthday Sis! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/Slk8F0627yI/AAAAAAAABOk/drzaZLci8HM/s1600-h/Easter+098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/Slk8F0627yI/AAAAAAAABOk/drzaZLci8HM/s400/Easter+098.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357379302536441634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/Slk8FiiYNLI/AAAAAAAABOc/KZ385oOZKDg/s1600-h/Easter+063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/Slk8FiiYNLI/AAAAAAAABOc/KZ385oOZKDg/s400/Easter+063.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357379297601926322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/Slk8FL5d9WI/AAAAAAAABOU/oK3vBjr3LkI/s1600-h/Easter+080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/Slk8FL5d9WI/AAAAAAAABOU/oK3vBjr3LkI/s400/Easter+080.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357379291524756834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/Slk8E4fqfuI/AAAAAAAABOM/HwfB2TMMPDw/s1600-h/7338114328a11136944708l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 314px; height: 210px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/Slk8E4fqfuI/AAAAAAAABOM/HwfB2TMMPDw/s400/7338114328a11136944708l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357379286316252898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2082534744814260300-3083363422781575389?l=nicksheena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicksheena.blogspot.com/feeds/3083363422781575389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2082534744814260300&amp;postID=3083363422781575389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082534744814260300/posts/default/3083363422781575389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082534744814260300/posts/default/3083363422781575389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicksheena.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-birthday-melinda.html' title='Happy Birthday Melinda!'/><author><name>Sheena Tuakoi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01670792844536162572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2nTH3nIjDX4/TgrsbtuV9_I/AAAAAAAABng/9URXoqn-DL0/s220/Memories%2B406.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/Slk8F0627yI/AAAAAAAABOk/drzaZLci8HM/s72-c/Easter+098.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082534744814260300.post-1618505063609920363</id><published>2009-07-11T08:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T08:29:44.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking a little journey.. to Walmart!</title><content type='html'>It looks like it's going to be a beautiful day today! :) Nick and I, decided we were going to start our journey walks today. I'm so excited! It's like 4 miles, and we plan to do it every night, after he works out. I love long drives or long walks with my husband. We talk about anything and everything. I sometimes get offended, cause we start talking about our past. Lol But it's all in good fun! Or is it?! ha ha &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We drove to Walmart last night, and usually we would have just stopped by Burger King, or Chili's. But we decided to drive a little further to the KFC. It was the best decision yet! ha ha We haven't had KFC forever! And it was so worth it. I think we kind of went over board with ordering though! ha ha It came out to like almost $65 dollars! ha ha But half the order was Nick's cousin, Sokai's! ha ha I think he ordered the whole dang menu. It was too funny! Lol &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our way back from Walmart, I couldn't stop laughing at all the stories Nick and Sokai, were telling me about how they grew up. And about all their criminal days. I'm sure they were thinking they were so tight too! ha ha They're such nerds! We love our drives to Walmart.. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2082534744814260300-1618505063609920363?l=nicksheena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicksheena.blogspot.com/feeds/1618505063609920363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2082534744814260300&amp;postID=1618505063609920363' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082534744814260300/posts/default/1618505063609920363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082534744814260300/posts/default/1618505063609920363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicksheena.blogspot.com/2009/07/taking-little-journey-to-walmart.html' title='Taking a little journey.. to Walmart!'/><author><name>Sheena Tuakoi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01670792844536162572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2nTH3nIjDX4/TgrsbtuV9_I/AAAAAAAABng/9URXoqn-DL0/s220/Memories%2B406.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082534744814260300.post-1424432211016116754</id><published>2009-07-10T15:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T15:11:49.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a Girl!</title><content type='html'>I wanted to say Congrats to Ame and Paul! Another baby girl! How exciting! I totally thought it was going to be a boy! Lol And December 2nd, is so close to my birthday! ha ha Hopefully she's born on the 4th or the 5th! Lol Congrats again, and we are so excited to have another little girl added to the Tuakoi Family! We love you guys! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2082534744814260300-1424432211016116754?l=nicksheena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicksheena.blogspot.com/feeds/1424432211016116754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2082534744814260300&amp;postID=1424432211016116754' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082534744814260300/posts/default/1424432211016116754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082534744814260300/posts/default/1424432211016116754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicksheena.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-girl.html' title='It&apos;s a Girl!'/><author><name>Sheena Tuakoi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01670792844536162572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2nTH3nIjDX4/TgrsbtuV9_I/AAAAAAAABng/9URXoqn-DL0/s220/Memories%2B406.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082534744814260300.post-1941738973734040531</id><published>2009-07-10T07:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T08:45:47.035-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We're Cool Parents! Lol</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/Sldh9sowAxI/AAAAAAAABN0/kwkcx6YCJgE/s1600-h/4th+of+July+weekend+084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 369px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/Sldh9sowAxI/AAAAAAAABN0/kwkcx6YCJgE/s400/4th+of+July+weekend+084.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356857994362487570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, turned out to be such a fun day. My husband came home and made ribs, and I must say.. they were pretty dang good! ha ha Mele was with Kyana all day, so we went over there to pick her up. And instead of picking her up, we jumped on the 4 wheelers and just cruised! ha ha Mele, told us, she thought we were so cool! Lol Yesss! It was so nice just to be out, and know that we would be coming home to some tasty ribs! ha ha By the time we were all done riding around, Mele still didn't want to come home. Lol So we came home, and ate dinner. We go to pick up Mele after, and she wasn't even there! Lol They had left on a nature walk! ha ha So we came home again, and Nick and Spencer made some cup cakes! I was in food heaven! ha ha They saved a couple for Mele though, cause Nick knew she would love to put the frosting on! ha ha.. And so when our child finally came home, she was so excited to tell us about her day! ha ha They went riding around on the 4 wheelers all day, up in the canyons. Nick said, he saw her a couple of times, but she was going way too fast! ha ha I'm telling you, this girl has a need for speed! ha ha Spencer is always telling her, when he gets home, he's going to Kota and Yeshua's house! ha ha His cousins. Lol And he tells Mele, that he's going to stay over there all day til it's dark! ha ha ha My poor son! Lol Yeshua called him last night, and he was so excited! He talked his ear off! ha ha.. We build spongebob's, and he's quite the builder that one there! ha ha.. I'm just glad our kids, think we're such fun parents! ha ha ha We don't do much, but we have so much fun, just being together! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/Sldh9clgaYI/AAAAAAAABNs/YvyZQUTo56E/s1600-h/4th+of+July+weekend+092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/Sldh9clgaYI/AAAAAAAABNs/YvyZQUTo56E/s400/4th+of+July+weekend+092.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356857990053915010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/Sldh9Lj_moI/AAAAAAAABNk/2wfyd3MitPI/s1600-h/4th+of+July+weekend+086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/Sldh9Lj_moI/AAAAAAAABNk/2wfyd3MitPI/s400/4th+of+July+weekend+086.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356857985484167810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2082534744814260300-1941738973734040531?l=nicksheena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicksheena.blogspot.com/feeds/1941738973734040531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2082534744814260300&amp;postID=1941738973734040531' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082534744814260300/posts/default/1941738973734040531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082534744814260300/posts/default/1941738973734040531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicksheena.blogspot.com/2009/07/were-cool-parents-lol.html' title='We&apos;re Cool Parents! Lol'/><author><name>Sheena Tuakoi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01670792844536162572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2nTH3nIjDX4/TgrsbtuV9_I/AAAAAAAABng/9URXoqn-DL0/s220/Memories%2B406.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/Sldh9sowAxI/AAAAAAAABN0/kwkcx6YCJgE/s72-c/4th+of+July+weekend+084.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082534744814260300.post-7101937499200176490</id><published>2009-07-10T07:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T09:48:09.114-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Extremely Grateful!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/Sldwq4q34SI/AAAAAAAABOE/o7mgYIH9ykQ/s1600-h/59.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 388px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/Sldwq4q34SI/AAAAAAAABOE/o7mgYIH9ykQ/s400/59.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356874163849519394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/SldwqcrU7XI/AAAAAAAABN8/RUhcT7xWABE/s1600-h/58.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 254px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/SldwqcrU7XI/AAAAAAAABN8/RUhcT7xWABE/s400/58.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356874156335230322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what a week's it's been! Lol.. I've had a pretty crappy week, earlier this week. And I can say, that I feel so much better now! Mele has a little friend, whose name is Trenei. She comes and plays here almost everyday, or when Mele's here of course. And her grandmother always comes and picks her up for lunch, and when it's time for them to go home at the end of the day. We don't really say to much to each other, besides hi and bye.. Just the other day when she came, I think she could tell, I was just not having a good day. So she sat and talked with me for a bit.. She asked me if everything was okay??. And of course, being the soldier that I am, told her I was fine! Lol She then asked if I was LDS??.. I answered, yes I am! She said that they've seen my husband at church before, and that they were really excited to see us at church this Sunday! I wanted to break down, but I just teared up, and said we were just as excited! She mentioned to me, that I shouldn't worry myself over whatever was wrong, and that everything would be okay! :) I nodded, cause if I spoke, I would have just broken down! I told her thank you so much for talking to me, and she gave me a hug and went on her way. It's so crazy, how much of an  impact she made on me! Heavenly father works in mysterious ways! We are extremely blessed to be surrounded with such loving strangers! Lol It sounds so corny, but it's the truth! Creede, has to have some of the nicest people, you'll ever meet! And we are so excited to try our new ward! :) I already know we're going to LOVE it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also wanted to Thank my family and friends, who have given me such great advice, and for helping me see the bigger picture of everything going on right now. My family will always come before anything or anyone else! And as long as we are HAPPY, that's all that matters! We love you all! And sorry for using all your minutes! ha ha ha..  I'll be calling you all soon, if I haven't already talked to you today! ha ha ha ha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2082534744814260300-7101937499200176490?l=nicksheena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicksheena.blogspot.com/feeds/7101937499200176490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2082534744814260300&amp;postID=7101937499200176490' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082534744814260300/posts/default/7101937499200176490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082534744814260300/posts/default/7101937499200176490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicksheena.blogspot.com/2009/07/extremely-grateful.html' title='Extremely Grateful!'/><author><name>Sheena Tuakoi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01670792844536162572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2nTH3nIjDX4/TgrsbtuV9_I/AAAAAAAABng/9URXoqn-DL0/s220/Memories%2B406.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/Sldwq4q34SI/AAAAAAAABOE/o7mgYIH9ykQ/s72-c/59.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082534744814260300.post-8595232703520709393</id><published>2009-07-08T20:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T20:49:49.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yummy cake..</title><content type='html'>So one of Nick's co-workers invited us over for some cake tonight, and she makes her cakes from scratch! She is the sweetest lady! Gail's been working with Nick for some time now, and I can't believe I never got to know her sooner! Lol She even made some spinach dip, and it has to be one of the best I've ever tasted! Mmmmm..  Spencer can't get enough of her little dog, Sammie. It's so cute! Mele on the other hand, is at Mina's cabin.  Another co-worker of Nicks. She's the one I blogged about before?? The one who brought her 4 wheelers. She also brought her granddaughter back, so Mele's been here pretty much all day riding around with her! Lol She loves having someone to play with! And so do we! Lol Nick and I, will probably be coming here more often, since Mele will be here with Kyana most of the time.. Lol And we know they'll be making some really good home cooked meals! ha ha Spencer's excited to come to these cabins too, cause the 4 wheelers and Sammie! So it'll be a lot of fun! :) I forgot my camera and phone in our cabin, so I'll have to post pictures another time.. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2082534744814260300-8595232703520709393?l=nicksheena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicksheena.blogspot.com/feeds/8595232703520709393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2082534744814260300&amp;postID=8595232703520709393' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082534744814260300/posts/default/8595232703520709393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082534744814260300/posts/default/8595232703520709393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicksheena.blogspot.com/2009/07/yummy-cake.html' title='Yummy cake..'/><author><name>Sheena Tuakoi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01670792844536162572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2nTH3nIjDX4/TgrsbtuV9_I/AAAAAAAABng/9URXoqn-DL0/s220/Memories%2B406.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082534744814260300.post-6848298705243627814</id><published>2009-07-01T13:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T13:28:58.884-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Foot Heaven</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/SkvFiSkiVQI/AAAAAAAABM8/xwdq_0PCBSg/s1600-h/downsized_0701091357.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/SkvFiSkiVQI/AAAAAAAABM8/xwdq_0PCBSg/s400/downsized_0701091357.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353589774951273730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year, my husband bought me some cowboy house shoes, and I hecka love them! They were just way too big! Lol They didn't have my size, so he got me the smallest pair they had. :) Which was like a size 11, I think?! So this year, we went back to that same shop, and I got me another pair of house shoes! I love love love these ones! They fit perfectly! ha ha ha.. They are probably the most comfortable shoes ever! Besides my Ugg's of course! ha ha.. I've been going through this house shoe phase lately??.. If you go into my closet, that's probably all you'll find! My husband hates it! ha ha.. But whoever came up with house shoes??.. Was the smartest person ever! ha ha I mean, who wouldn't spend money on keeping your feet warm and comfy all day long?! ha ha Genius, I tell you! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2082534744814260300-6848298705243627814?l=nicksheena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicksheena.blogspot.com/feeds/6848298705243627814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2082534744814260300&amp;postID=6848298705243627814' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082534744814260300/posts/default/6848298705243627814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082534744814260300/posts/default/6848298705243627814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicksheena.blogspot.com/2009/07/foot-heaven.html' title='Foot Heaven'/><author><name>Sheena Tuakoi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01670792844536162572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2nTH3nIjDX4/TgrsbtuV9_I/AAAAAAAABng/9URXoqn-DL0/s220/Memories%2B406.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/SkvFiSkiVQI/AAAAAAAABM8/xwdq_0PCBSg/s72-c/downsized_0701091357.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082534744814260300.post-8379243431306809740</id><published>2009-06-30T09:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T10:09:22.631-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To Salt Lake or Bust! ha ha</title><content type='html'>We love being out here in Colorado, but sometimes we just need to visit home! Lol And that's exactly what we'll be doing for the 4th of July weekend! We're pretty excited! We miss our families and friends. It's so quiet and peaceful out here, but sometimes??.. I miss the busy, run down the street to Walmart, or even the movies, kind of life! ha ha ha We'll be heading home on Thursday, after my husband gets off of work. He's probably more excited than we are! ha ha Any chance he gets to go home, he jumps! ha ha  So to all our family and friends.. WE'LL BE HOME ON THURSDAY NIGHT! WHOO HOO! PARTAY! LOL..  We'll only be there til Sunday, but that's enough time to spend quality time with everyone! We can't wait! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S So Nick and I, have to cement the side of our house before the summer is over. If any of you know where we can find a good, affordable price for someone to do it for us??.. Let us know! :D You will be very much appreciated! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/Sko8G9EFvtI/AAAAAAAABMk/c06eeO1_Wjg/s1600-h/downsized_0629091329.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 367px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/Sko8G9EFvtI/AAAAAAAABMk/c06eeO1_Wjg/s400/downsized_0629091329.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353157197251854034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the highlight of Spencer and Lil Nick's days! Lol Just playing, fighting, crying, teasing, being bestfriends.. all day long! Our poor ears! ha ha They probably tell on eachother, at least 100 times a day.. Lol They're so fun to watch though! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/SkpEx0_09FI/AAAAAAAABM0/uuw-ADF_ycI/s1600-h/0630091047a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/SkpEx0_09FI/AAAAAAAABM0/uuw-ADF_ycI/s400/0630091047a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353166729913889874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are Mele's new friends, here in Colorado. The blonde is Trenei, and the brunette one is Kyana. They are both 6 years old, and they come every morning to hang out with Mele. They are the sweetest little girls. Poor things have to put up with that side buster in the back trying to give them bunny ears! ha ha ha &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/SkpExhGXa0I/AAAAAAAABMs/LWaShTkKz1Q/s1600-h/0630091047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/SkpExhGXa0I/AAAAAAAABMs/LWaShTkKz1Q/s400/0630091047.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353166724572605250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mele, loves her new friends! They are all so mature for their age. I feel bad for them though, cause they are constantly being bothered by that innocent bystander on the far left! ha ha ha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2082534744814260300-8379243431306809740?l=nicksheena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicksheena.blogspot.com/feeds/8379243431306809740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2082534744814260300&amp;postID=8379243431306809740' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082534744814260300/posts/default/8379243431306809740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082534744814260300/posts/default/8379243431306809740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicksheena.blogspot.com/2009/06/to-salt-lake-or-bust-ha-ha.html' title='To Salt Lake or Bust! ha ha'/><author><name>Sheena Tuakoi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01670792844536162572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2nTH3nIjDX4/TgrsbtuV9_I/AAAAAAAABng/9URXoqn-DL0/s220/Memories%2B406.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/Sko8G9EFvtI/AAAAAAAABMk/c06eeO1_Wjg/s72-c/downsized_0629091329.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082534744814260300.post-2668696315872460751</id><published>2009-06-28T21:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T22:14:07.747-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our ER Family..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/SkhMe-fQnJI/AAAAAAAABMc/W1tslGyH120/s1600-h/downsized_0628091627.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 252px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/SkhMe-fQnJI/AAAAAAAABMc/W1tslGyH120/s400/downsized_0628091627.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352612252183731346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we  had a little BBQ for Nick's foreman, Duper. Today was his birthday, so everyone got together and just enjoyed each other's company, and ate some great food! Now I know how good the food is, when I call my husband from Utah, and he tells me they're having a BBQ! Lol I swear he goes on and on, about how good the food is! ha ha It was also the first time I actually really sat and got to know the other employee's that my husband works with. The ladies he works with, are too funny! They are so blunt! Even about them needing to run home and use the bathroom! ha ha ha  You think they would be a little shy, working with all these men, but they are just like one of the guys! Lol And they hecka know how to cook!Lol  One of the ladies Nick works with, her name is Mina. She brought her 4 wheelers over to our cabins for the kids to ride. And they loved it! Nick and I, couldn't believe how fast Mele and Spencer caught on to driving the 4 wheelers! Nick was so proud of them! Cause 4 wheeling is definitely one of Nick's favorite hobby's! We plan on getting our kids some, before Nick heads home at the end of the year. She even brought her granddaughters, and one of them is Mele's age. She's been here with us all day. Mele, is so excited to have another girl her age here. She's been stuck playing with Spencer and Little Nick for the past week or so. So she's in some desperate need of girl time! ha ha ha It was such a fun family day! I really feel so much more comfortable around them all now. We had a blast with our ER family! Lol And we can't wait to do it again! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S Sorry if the pictures are a little blurry! My camera is out of order at the moment, so I've just been using my camera on my phone.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/SkhMe1axZ3I/AAAAAAAABMU/RiEHW8wtPy4/s1600-h/downsized_0628091626.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 366px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/SkhMe1axZ3I/AAAAAAAABMU/RiEHW8wtPy4/s400/downsized_0628091626.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352612249748989810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/SkhMeqs5vyI/AAAAAAAABMM/QKW_sWRCX34/s1600-h/downsized_0628091623.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/SkhMeqs5vyI/AAAAAAAABMM/QKW_sWRCX34/s400/downsized_0628091623.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352612246872244002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2082534744814260300-2668696315872460751?l=nicksheena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicksheena.blogspot.com/feeds/2668696315872460751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2082534744814260300&amp;postID=2668696315872460751' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082534744814260300/posts/default/2668696315872460751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082534744814260300/posts/default/2668696315872460751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicksheena.blogspot.com/2009/06/our-er-family.html' title='Our ER Family..'/><author><name>Sheena Tuakoi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01670792844536162572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2nTH3nIjDX4/TgrsbtuV9_I/AAAAAAAABng/9URXoqn-DL0/s220/Memories%2B406.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/SkhMe-fQnJI/AAAAAAAABMc/W1tslGyH120/s72-c/downsized_0628091627.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082534744814260300.post-1092242796260842578</id><published>2009-06-28T20:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T21:23:13.312-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A day  with dad!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/Skg_b-BiYMI/AAAAAAAABLM/i3rJ2WHp5y4/s1600-h/downsized_0626091501.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/Skg_b-BiYMI/AAAAAAAABLM/i3rJ2WHp5y4/s400/downsized_0626091501.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352597906868297922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the other day, the weather was really bad. Nick's crew shut down early, because the rain was pretty terrible! Nick called and said, the guys would be coming home, but he would be staying back to wait for the dump trucks. When he came home for lunch, he asked Mele, if she wanted to go back to work with him??..  She didn't even hesitate, her slippers were on before he even finished the question! ha ha ha  So after they left, about an hour later, the weather cleared up. So Nick called, and asked me if Spencer and I, could drive up to the job site, and spend the rest of the day with him and Mele??.. And of course being cooped up all week from this crappy weather, we jumped in the car! Lol Morning looks and all! And we went and spent the day with Nick. It was so neat for me to just sit there and watch him take turns giving the kids driving lessons in the excavator and the front end loader. They were so excited! He even walked them around in the little creek they've been rebuilding. Spencer was so amused with Nick's hard hat. Lol He thought he was the coolest guy! Mele, was just amused with helping the towns people look for cool little rocks in the creek. Lol I was more amused by the huge dump trucks that came and unloaded tons of HUGE rocks. Lol If you couldn't already tell?.. It was a pretty amusing day! Lol It was so fun! The best part of our day, was Nick getting paid to spend the day with the people he LOVES most! :) US! ha ha ha..  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/SkhBQnWBxlI/AAAAAAAABME/jXtWn_7hpUU/s1600-h/downsized_0626091522.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 287px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/SkhBQnWBxlI/AAAAAAAABME/jXtWn_7hpUU/s400/downsized_0626091522.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352599910824920658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/SkhBQuqF-LI/AAAAAAAABL8/sTxaMavP-4M/s1600-h/downsized_0626091525.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/SkhBQuqF-LI/AAAAAAAABL8/sTxaMavP-4M/s400/downsized_0626091525.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352599912788129970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got back to the cabins, we all decided we wanted to go and watch Transformers. So we all get ready, and start our hour long  drive to the closest movie theater! Lol  So we get there, and we have Nick's cousin Sokai run in to see what time Transformer plays??.. He comes out and says: " They said there's no specific time. They just start the movie, whenever they sell out!".. Can you believe that??  We were like, okay??.. Lol It's a small town, so we figured we had a lot of time. So we ran to Burger King, and ate there for a good 20 minutes?  When we head back to the theaters, we go to buy our tickets, and guess what happens next??.. Lol They sold out! And they only have one showing a night! How terrible is that??.. We just drove from almost eighty miles away for this movie, and it's sold out! And you couldn't even just buy two tickets, if you were going to see a movie, you had to purchase at least five or more at one time! What the shanghai! Lol We were all pretty bummed out! So we just drove to Walmart, since we were already down there! Lol And back to our cabins we came! ha ha What the.. long day it was! But definitely a long day well spent! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/SkhAZAZVIRI/AAAAAAAABL0/rkNhG2KtXc4/s1600-h/downsized_0626091540.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 375px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/SkhAZAZVIRI/AAAAAAAABL0/rkNhG2KtXc4/s400/downsized_0626091540.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352598955476984082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/SkhAZI-LFhI/AAAAAAAABLs/No6BCzlQrK4/s1600-h/0626091515.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 252px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/SkhAZI-LFhI/AAAAAAAABLs/No6BCzlQrK4/s400/0626091515.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352598957778998802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/SkhAY_IGRJI/AAAAAAAABLk/KWIxOo2p0I8/s1600-h/0626091513a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 184px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/SkhAY_IGRJI/AAAAAAAABLk/KWIxOo2p0I8/s400/0626091513a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352598955136271506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/SkhAYjt5MXI/AAAAAAAABLc/Y0X_2ltmcWE/s1600-h/downsized_0626091512.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 362px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/SkhAYjt5MXI/AAAAAAAABLc/Y0X_2ltmcWE/s400/downsized_0626091512.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352598947778605426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/SkhAYQxGS3I/AAAAAAAABLU/OfYnUbYdFoA/s1600-h/downsized_0626091507.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/SkhAYQxGS3I/AAAAAAAABLU/OfYnUbYdFoA/s400/downsized_0626091507.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352598942691773298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2082534744814260300-1092242796260842578?l=nicksheena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicksheena.blogspot.com/feeds/1092242796260842578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2082534744814260300&amp;postID=1092242796260842578' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082534744814260300/posts/default/1092242796260842578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082534744814260300/posts/default/1092242796260842578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicksheena.blogspot.com/2009/06/day-with-dad.html' title='A day  with dad!'/><author><name>Sheena Tuakoi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01670792844536162572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2nTH3nIjDX4/TgrsbtuV9_I/AAAAAAAABng/9URXoqn-DL0/s220/Memories%2B406.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/Skg_b-BiYMI/AAAAAAAABLM/i3rJ2WHp5y4/s72-c/downsized_0626091501.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082534744814260300.post-6843618493129779538</id><published>2009-06-28T14:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T14:31:34.127-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday T.J!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/SkfhJ1G-JaI/AAAAAAAABLE/yj554JB3QvQ/s1600-h/Memorial2+038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/SkfhJ1G-JaI/AAAAAAAABLE/yj554JB3QvQ/s400/Memorial2+038.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352494241144513954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to do a quick shout out to my handsome nephew T.J Motuliki! He turned 7 yesterday, and I wanted to let him know how much we love him! He is such a big boy, and such a great helper! Even though, I don't appreciate his helping his younger brother, pound my poor son into the ground! ha ha But hey, what are big brothers for?! ha ha He just waits until Spencer gets another brother or sister! LOL.. T.J is such a calm and very loving little boy! Anything I ask him to do, he does it without complaining! And if he does complain?? I don't hear it! ha ha.. I love you T.J, and thank you for being such a great example to your younger cousins! Love you so much! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2082534744814260300-6843618493129779538?l=nicksheena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicksheena.blogspot.com/feeds/6843618493129779538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2082534744814260300&amp;postID=6843618493129779538' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082534744814260300/posts/default/6843618493129779538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082534744814260300/posts/default/6843618493129779538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicksheena.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-birthday-tj.html' title='Happy Birthday T.J!'/><author><name>Sheena Tuakoi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01670792844536162572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2nTH3nIjDX4/TgrsbtuV9_I/AAAAAAAABng/9URXoqn-DL0/s220/Memories%2B406.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/SkfhJ1G-JaI/AAAAAAAABLE/yj554JB3QvQ/s72-c/Memorial2+038.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082534744814260300.post-7083660086224987343</id><published>2009-06-26T08:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T08:25:53.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just another day..</title><content type='html'>It’s been raining all week, here in Colorado. And I just heard that it’ll be raining and storming 4th of July weekend! That’s the same weekend we’ll be heading home too! Just our luck! Ha ha ha.. It’s been so peaceful out here! So peaceful, I can often hear myself thinking! Not too sure if that’s a good thing yet! Lol  For some weird reason, I’ve been thinking a lot about New Moon! Lol I have no idea why either??.. I think it’s cause the scenery out here, looks so much like the Twilight scenery! I catch myself daydreaming about the Cullens living right down the street, up on the mountain! Cause Creede, is a really small town, just like Forks! And do you want to know what the next town over is called?? South Forks! Crazy, huh?? I bet you they filmed some of Twilight here! But yeah, that’s pretty much what I’ve been thinking about here in Colorado! Ha ha ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night Nick came home from work, and made dinner. It was so good! After dinner, he got ready and went out with all the guys from his job, for his boss’s birthday. Nick is always asked to go, cause he’s their designated driver! Ha ha ha I don’t think they understand, that once he’s tired??.. He’s worse than a drunk driver! Lol Seriously, it’s so bad!  On our drive back from Walmart the other day, I swear he drove the whole way with his eyes closed! You would think he would want me to take over, but nooooo! He’s a crazy man I tell ya! Lol  Usually when he gets really tired, I just start serenading him with my beautiful voice! Ha ha You would think that it would make him even more tired, from how soothing my voice is! Ha ha But it somehow keeps him more alert! Lol Thank goodness for this god given talent! Ha ha ha &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides Nick working, the kids and I, just stay in the cabin! Fun stuff, huh? Lol  I swear, I’m constantly cleaning this cabin!  Our kids, can destroy our cabin within 2 minutes!  There’s a seesaw, volleyball net, basketball hoop, sandbox, and this really cool old bus right outside. But all this rain, is keeping us cooped up inside! I don’t know how much more of this I can take! Ha ha I know, I’m getting on my kids nerves, just as bad as they are getting on mine! Ha ha  Cause as soon as Nick walks through the doors after work, we all go running for him!! Ha ha ha I swear I talk his ears off, just as bad as the kids do! It’s so sad! Ha ha But as soon as Tina heals up, we will be out and about with the kids! Busy, busy, busy! Lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2082534744814260300-7083660086224987343?l=nicksheena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicksheena.blogspot.com/feeds/7083660086224987343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2082534744814260300&amp;postID=7083660086224987343' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082534744814260300/posts/default/7083660086224987343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082534744814260300/posts/default/7083660086224987343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicksheena.blogspot.com/2009/06/just-another-day.html' title='Just another day..'/><author><name>Sheena Tuakoi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01670792844536162572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2nTH3nIjDX4/TgrsbtuV9_I/AAAAAAAABng/9URXoqn-DL0/s220/Memories%2B406.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082534744814260300.post-580262422296918876</id><published>2009-06-24T09:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T09:37:39.177-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jon &amp; Kate plus 8</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/SkJUVI9F3oI/AAAAAAAABK8/D9lgPGaDmtk/s1600-h/jon-and-kate-plus-8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 321px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/SkJUVI9F3oI/AAAAAAAABK8/D9lgPGaDmtk/s400/jon-and-kate-plus-8.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350932029427277442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last night, I watched the most recent rerun of Jon&amp;Kate plus 8. Can I just say, this episode made me more emotional, than I've ever been over a t.v show! I honestly feel as if I knew them my whole entire life! No joke! Lol I actually prayed for their little family last night! I really do hope they pull through this! I know Kate, came off as a huge control freak sometimes. But she is such an awesome mom! I totally felt for her last night, when she said,  how she doesn't want to do this alone!! My heart just broke! And Jon??.. He seems like he's dealing with everything pretty well??.. Or maybe that's just how it looked to me?..  Seriously though, what's up with the earrings??.. Lol Or was I once again, the only one who caught that?! Lol &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband at times, when I get on his nerves, would say: "chill out Kate!" LOL.. And I would go crazy!! He thinks it's the funniest thing, and I'm sitting there crying asking: " Am I really like Kate?!". Ha ha ha.. Just cause I want a clean home, and like things organized, doesn't make me a mean wife! ha ha ha After last night's episode, I had a heart to heart with my husband! I told him, there is no way we will ever get a divorce! I will cut him, if he  even tried! ha ha ha ha. Okay, maybe it didn't come out that way?.. Lol But I was totally thinking it! ha ha  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may sound a little corny, but this show has had somewhat of an impact on my life! It makes me want to work that much harder, on being a good mom, and it makes me strive to be an even better wife!! I LOVE my family, and I could never picture myself without them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our prayers our with you  Jon, Kate, Cara, Madelyn, Alexis, Aaden, Collin, Leah, Hannah, and Joel..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2082534744814260300-580262422296918876?l=nicksheena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicksheena.blogspot.com/feeds/580262422296918876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2082534744814260300&amp;postID=580262422296918876' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082534744814260300/posts/default/580262422296918876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082534744814260300/posts/default/580262422296918876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicksheena.blogspot.com/2009/06/jon-kate-plus-8.html' title='Jon &amp; Kate plus 8'/><author><name>Sheena Tuakoi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01670792844536162572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2nTH3nIjDX4/TgrsbtuV9_I/AAAAAAAABng/9URXoqn-DL0/s220/Memories%2B406.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/SkJUVI9F3oI/AAAAAAAABK8/D9lgPGaDmtk/s72-c/jon-and-kate-plus-8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082534744814260300.post-6976760728447495677</id><published>2009-06-20T23:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T16:47:20.555-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Father's Day..</title><content type='html'>I haven't blogged in so long! Lol I feel like I'm new to the whole blogging world again! ha ha.. Today is Father's Day, and my husband and kids are at home sleeping. While my little sister Tulai and I, are sitting here at Raddison Hotel, trying to plan what we're going to do for our dad today! ha ha.. And since Lala, couldn't get it off tonight, we had to come plan our breakfast for our dad here! ha ha ha.. It's actually really nice sitting here with free Internet access! Lol.. We haven't really been able to talk to her, cause I swear people are checking in like crazy! ha ha.. And she says, "It's never busy!!" ha ha.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to say, Happy Father's Day to all the amazing father's out there! Especially to my Dad, and my Husband!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad, you are such an amazing man! You've taught me so much, even if I did learn most of it after I got married!! You were always there for me, even when I know you wanted to punch me square in the face! Lol.. I'm the person I am today, because of you! You are such an awesome Grandpa! Our kids are also truly blessed to have you in their lives! :) I love you dad, and there is no other man in this world, who could fill your shoes! GOD BLESS AMERICA!  ( My dad serves in the army, so I totally had to throw that in!! ha ha)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/SkATKGB-dpI/AAAAAAAABKs/g_jlOE_QXYU/s1600-h/Memorial2+047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 209px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/SkATKGB-dpI/AAAAAAAABKs/g_jlOE_QXYU/s400/Memorial2+047.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350297421454669458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick, I am so blessed to have you in my life! Our kids are so blessed to have such an amazing father! You are such a hard worker, and I pray that our son will one day grow up to be just like you! I love how patient you are with all of us, especially me! ha ha ha.. I know I tend to be dramatic at times, but hey.. It keeps the excitement in our marriage! ha ha ha  I love you so much, and I am so grateful for everything you do for our little family! Happy Father's Day Love! Mwah! &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/SkAXtYHfH7I/AAAAAAAABK0/dCqVkdModxY/s1600-h/Memorial+Weekend1+037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/SkAXtYHfH7I/AAAAAAAABK0/dCqVkdModxY/s400/Memorial+Weekend1+037.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350302425651552178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2082534744814260300-6976760728447495677?l=nicksheena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicksheena.blogspot.com/feeds/6976760728447495677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2082534744814260300&amp;postID=6976760728447495677' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082534744814260300/posts/default/6976760728447495677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082534744814260300/posts/default/6976760728447495677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicksheena.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-fathers-day.html' title='Happy Father&apos;s Day..'/><author><name>Sheena Tuakoi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01670792844536162572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2nTH3nIjDX4/TgrsbtuV9_I/AAAAAAAABng/9URXoqn-DL0/s220/Memories%2B406.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/SkATKGB-dpI/AAAAAAAABKs/g_jlOE_QXYU/s72-c/Memorial2+047.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082534744814260300.post-5122302331613001999</id><published>2009-05-01T15:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T12:19:09.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I LOVE my HUBBY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/SiA1Jw02nDI/AAAAAAAABKM/YV9Thn-NE8Y/s1600-h/Tuakoi+bunch+047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 278px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/SiA1Jw02nDI/AAAAAAAABKM/YV9Thn-NE8Y/s400/Tuakoi+bunch+047.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341327599903087666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we have to clean house and get Nick all packed up, and ready to head to Colorado on Sunday morning! His boss called him today, and told him he needed to pack, cause he would be leaving tonight!! I started crying, as soon as I heard! ha ha ha.. Our anniversary is tomorrow, and I was really looking forward to spending it with him! The past couple of years, he's been gone on our anniversary! So I was pretty excited that this year, he would still be here with me! :) So during all my tears, his boss called back and told him that he would actually be leaving Sunday morning! ha ha.. What a waste of tears, right?! ha ha.. Even though, I'll be crying my eyeballs out come Sunday! ha ha.. I love my husband so much! I'm so GRATEFUL for such a wonderful, loving, respectful, and honest man! You always hear the saying, the women is what holds a family together! But in our family, it's Nick! ha ha ha.. True story! ha ha ha.. I am so excited for everything happening in our lives right now! :) We have been so blessed! Being positive, definitely has us looking at things in a whole different perspective! :) My husband is such an amazing man! And I want him to know, that life without him.. would be no life at all! Awwww.. ha ha ha.. Well, I have to get back to my little family, so until I get a chance to hop on the computer again.. I'll blog for you all later! ha ha ha..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2082534744814260300-5122302331613001999?l=nicksheena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicksheena.blogspot.com/feeds/5122302331613001999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2082534744814260300&amp;postID=5122302331613001999' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082534744814260300/posts/default/5122302331613001999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082534744814260300/posts/default/5122302331613001999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicksheena.blogspot.com/2009/05/such-busy-weekend.html' title='I LOVE my HUBBY!'/><author><name>Sheena Tuakoi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01670792844536162572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2nTH3nIjDX4/TgrsbtuV9_I/AAAAAAAABng/9URXoqn-DL0/s220/Memories%2B406.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/SiA1Jw02nDI/AAAAAAAABKM/YV9Thn-NE8Y/s72-c/Tuakoi+bunch+047.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082534744814260300.post-2067702026638522444</id><published>2009-04-20T09:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T09:36:47.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy Hair Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/SeyjPB0AqrI/AAAAAAAABI8/Rq-ITy1yQ_0/s1600-h/TUAKOI+FAMILY+009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 253px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/SeyjPB0AqrI/AAAAAAAABI8/Rq-ITy1yQ_0/s400/TUAKOI+FAMILY+009.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326811937852402354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is Mele's new haircut, that Spencer and Lil Nick decided she should have! It's so short, and I cried so bad when we woke up that morning and saw what they had done! Lol But it's kind of growing on me now! Lol.. We didn't yell at the boys, but we sure did lecture Spencer about touching his sister's hair! We threatened to cut off his Mohawk, cause that is like his life! ha ha ha.. But we didn't! We ended up having Red put SPARTAN on his head! Cause that's the name of Nick's rugby team!.. LOL It turned out GREAT! Red is such an AWESOME BARBER, totally recommend him to everyone! ha ha ha ha.. Thanks Red!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/SeyjPuZvc5I/AAAAAAAABJM/s6GNVTTyBKU/s1600-h/TUAKOI+FAMILY+015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/SeyjPuZvc5I/AAAAAAAABJM/s6GNVTTyBKU/s400/TUAKOI+FAMILY+015.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326811949821817746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/SeyjPcFLywI/AAAAAAAABJE/k_akWk0geJQ/s1600-h/TUAKOI+FAMILY+012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/SeyjPcFLywI/AAAAAAAABJE/k_akWk0geJQ/s400/TUAKOI+FAMILY+012.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326811944903756546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2082534744814260300-2067702026638522444?l=nicksheena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicksheena.blogspot.com/feeds/2067702026638522444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2082534744814260300&amp;postID=2067702026638522444' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082534744814260300/posts/default/2067702026638522444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082534744814260300/posts/default/2067702026638522444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicksheena.blogspot.com/2009/04/crazy-hair-day.html' title='Crazy Hair Day!'/><author><name>Sheena Tuakoi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01670792844536162572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2nTH3nIjDX4/TgrsbtuV9_I/AAAAAAAABng/9URXoqn-DL0/s220/Memories%2B406.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/SeyjPB0AqrI/AAAAAAAABI8/Rq-ITy1yQ_0/s72-c/TUAKOI+FAMILY+009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082534744814260300.post-6303378442196179268</id><published>2009-04-18T11:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T12:00:04.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Morning.. The Earth says: HELLO! LOL</title><content type='html'>I am so deprived of a computer right now! My computer has been down for the past 2 weeks, and so I had to blog and let all my fellow bloggers know that I'm okay! LOL.. Nick and I, will be getting a laptop some time in the near future! So much has happened these past 2 weeks, but I'll have to update you all another time!:) Hope you all had an awesome Easter! Love you all! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2082534744814260300-6303378442196179268?l=nicksheena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicksheena.blogspot.com/feeds/6303378442196179268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2082534744814260300&amp;postID=6303378442196179268' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082534744814260300/posts/default/6303378442196179268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082534744814260300/posts/default/6303378442196179268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicksheena.blogspot.com/2009/04/good-morning-earth-says-hello-lol.html' title='Good Morning.. The Earth says: HELLO! LOL'/><author><name>Sheena Tuakoi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01670792844536162572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2nTH3nIjDX4/TgrsbtuV9_I/AAAAAAAABng/9URXoqn-DL0/s220/Memories%2B406.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082534744814260300.post-9068675574224074925</id><published>2009-04-08T17:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T18:07:49.635-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hair Zone..</title><content type='html'>What a &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;great&lt;/span&gt; week it's been so far! We've been keeping busy, and we &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; it! I'm really so surprised with how often we've been leaving our house!! ha ha.. We're really like natural born home bodies! But being out and about, is such a nice breath of fresh air! :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also going through this hair phase with Mele! ha ha.. Every night, I'm trying a new hairstyle on her! And to my surprise, she loves it! I swear, I feel like I've missed out on so much of her life! ha ha.. Who would of thought, Kindergarten would be such a reality show?! ha ha..  These kids are just way too mature for their own good! Lol.. My husband on the other hand, isn't to fond of me and my hair obsession!!  That's what he gets for growing his hair out!! :) Cause as soon as it's time for Mele to go to bed, Nick knows that's when it's his turn! ha ha I'm so in the hair zone right now! Now only if I could figure out what to do with mine?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yeah.. haven't blogged for awhile, so I wanted to give you a little update on whats been going on in our lives! :) And if your wondering about Spencer??.. DON'T!! LOL.. That kid!! Words cannot express what Nick and I, are going through with him!! ha ha.. If you have any advice on how we can deal with the out of control child, please let me know!! ha ha ha.. Don't let that innocent face fool you!! ha ha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2082534744814260300-9068675574224074925?l=nicksheena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicksheena.blogspot.com/feeds/9068675574224074925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2082534744814260300&amp;postID=9068675574224074925' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082534744814260300/posts/default/9068675574224074925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082534744814260300/posts/default/9068675574224074925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicksheena.blogspot.com/2009/04/hair-zone.html' title='Hair Zone..'/><author><name>Sheena Tuakoi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01670792844536162572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2nTH3nIjDX4/TgrsbtuV9_I/AAAAAAAABng/9URXoqn-DL0/s220/Memories%2B406.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082534744814260300.post-8894123422992506967</id><published>2009-04-02T14:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T15:25:24.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Selena Gomez/ Hip Hop</title><content type='html'>Spencer received his very first autographed picture of a superstar today!! And do you want to know who it was??! It was &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;SELENA GOMEZ!&lt;/span&gt; Spencer is so in love with Selena! He watches &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Wizards Of Waverly Place&lt;/span&gt;, religiously! My Aunt Sina, knew what a huge fan Spencer was, so she wrote Selena Gomez and told her about how obsessed her grandson was with her!! ha ha.. So a couple months later, he received this autographed photo! Isn't it neat??! He's so in love with it! We have to run and grab a frame for it, so that he can put it up in his room! But for some reason, we can't find her picture!! ha ha ( It's under his pillow!! LOL) We wonder where it could have gone???..  He totally acts like he really doesn't know where it's at, cause he doesn't want any of us touching her picture! ha ha ha.. He is too funny! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/SdU13L-BMkI/AAAAAAAABIE/Y9TUjQQmdCk/s1600-h/scan0018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 284px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/SdU13L-BMkI/AAAAAAAABIE/Y9TUjQQmdCk/s400/scan0018.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320217757030101570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So a &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;BIG THANK YOU&lt;/span&gt;, to Auntie/Grandma Sina!! For doing that for him! He absolutely &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;LOVES IT!&lt;/span&gt; He wouldn't even let us touch the envelope it came in!! ha ha.. It had his name on it and everything! It was just too cute! :) Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! It means so much to him, and even more to us! &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;WE LOVE YOU AND YOUR FAMILY SO MUCH&lt;/span&gt;, and we know it took a family effort to write Selena for him! ha ha.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/SdU4YpeYxPI/AAAAAAAABIc/TwmsR6W4K0U/s1600-h/think_hip_hop_clr2022608020717.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 244px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/SdU4YpeYxPI/AAAAAAAABIc/TwmsR6W4K0U/s400/think_hip_hop_clr2022608020717.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320220530909431026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our baby girl, Mele.. has her &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;HIP HOP&lt;/span&gt; class tonight! She loves Hip Hop!! It's so crazy how much she enjoys it! She even beatboxes, like she's been doing it for years! ha ha.. She thinks she's so tight! She even tries to give Spencer beats, and tells him to try and copy her! Cause she already knows he can't! ha ha So this is all we hear from him, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Tickle Tickle Boom!&lt;/span&gt; ha ha.. And he thinks he's so cool!  But she gets so frustrated! She's always yelling.. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;THAT'S NOT EVEN A BEAT!&lt;/span&gt; She even tries to break dance! ha ha.. I guess we owe it all to her Uncle Paul(Ame's husband), and Hip Hop Harry for helping her find her inner hip hop-ness! I'll definitely have to post pictures of her, once I remember to take my dang camera! ha ha..&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/SdU32cbht7I/AAAAAAAABIU/Na1lFvoixes/s1600-h/Hip_Hop_Harry1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 392px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/SdU32cbht7I/AAAAAAAABIU/Na1lFvoixes/s400/Hip_Hop_Harry1.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320219943292221362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2082534744814260300-8894123422992506967?l=nicksheena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicksheena.blogspot.com/feeds/8894123422992506967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2082534744814260300&amp;postID=8894123422992506967' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082534744814260300/posts/default/8894123422992506967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082534744814260300/posts/default/8894123422992506967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicksheena.blogspot.com/2009/04/selena-gomez-hip-hop.html' title='Selena Gomez/ Hip Hop'/><author><name>Sheena Tuakoi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01670792844536162572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2nTH3nIjDX4/TgrsbtuV9_I/AAAAAAAABng/9URXoqn-DL0/s220/Memories%2B406.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/SdU13L-BMkI/AAAAAAAABIE/Y9TUjQQmdCk/s72-c/scan0018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082534744814260300.post-3383476921355362896</id><published>2009-03-31T20:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T20:47:07.358-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another day in the life..</title><content type='html'>I had such a lazy day today! I'm so drained! And if you've been following my blog, you know that I'm pretty dramatic with thinking I'm pregnant all the time! ha ha.. So today, I was sure I was pregnant!! Because both my husband and kids, were getting on my last nerve!! Lol But like before, it was another false alarm!! I'm really starting to think that I'm totally over thinking this whole pregnancy issue! I need to just chill out!! Maybe if I start thinking of Spiders or something??.. I don't know??.. It was just a thought! ha ha.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So another reason I wanted to blog today, was because we had such a great family home evening last night! We all met at Fine's house, and had a game night! We of course were missing those who weren't able to attend! But hopefully next time, we'll all be able to be there. :) We played Scattagories, and I'm not even sure if I spelled it right?! LOL.. It was so fun though! I haven't played in ages, so it was so exciting to be competitive and not worry about other people noticing!! ha ha ha.. Cause I was on a roll!! I would say I won, but I don't want to hurt anyone's feelings! ha ha.. It was just a great night! And I just really enjoyed everyone's company! :) It's so weird, I'm not one for family get togethers.. But lately, I've been really enjoying our little get togethers!! And I've noticed that if you only focus on the positive, everything will just fall into place! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2082534744814260300-3383476921355362896?l=nicksheena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicksheena.blogspot.com/feeds/3383476921355362896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2082534744814260300&amp;postID=3383476921355362896' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082534744814260300/posts/default/3383476921355362896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082534744814260300/posts/default/3383476921355362896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicksheena.blogspot.com/2009/03/another-day-in-life.html' title='Another day in the life..'/><author><name>Sheena Tuakoi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01670792844536162572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2nTH3nIjDX4/TgrsbtuV9_I/AAAAAAAABng/9URXoqn-DL0/s220/Memories%2B406.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082534744814260300.post-8226856773402866031</id><published>2009-03-30T14:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T14:31:40.592-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Special Day..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/SdE5OjtyZAI/AAAAAAAABGo/mlshYtxmrSo/s1600-h/8376699266a10466371820l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 348px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/SdE5OjtyZAI/AAAAAAAABGo/mlshYtxmrSo/s400/8376699266a10466371820l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319095557169505282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, we were able to go and witness the blessing of Asi and Tina's baby boy, Halatoa Blay Tuakoi. It was such a heart warming event! It was also the first time Nick, his brothers and their dad, were able to stand together, as Asi blessed Baby Toa! Asi and Tina have such a welcoming ward! During their wards testimony meeting, Taeao stood up and gave such a beautiful testimony! Definitely an eye opener to myself! I was so emotional! Nick is always working out of town. So he would call me every Sunday, telling me to make sure the kids and I go to church! And I would just complain that it's too hard! Especially with Spencer, being the crazy child that he is! LOL.. It's just really hard! But yesterday, totally gave me a new way of looking at things! Polu, Nick's mother.. went to church every Sunday, with all 7 of her kids all by herself! And here I am complaining about going with the 2, I have! There is NO excuse of why I can't take them!! I know that it was just plain laziness, and I need to start portraying to my kids, what's most important in life! And that's the gospel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/SdE5gt2g_RI/AAAAAAAABGw/jUFUrKF2Dm0/s1600-h/IMG_4582.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/SdE5gt2g_RI/AAAAAAAABGw/jUFUrKF2Dm0/s320/IMG_4582.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319095869128113426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the blessing, we had a little eating for Halatoa. It was so nice to see everyone, who we don't see too much! The food was great! And the company was actually pretty pleasant! ha ha ha .. I want all of you who showed up to know, how much we love you all! And we loved having you all over yesterday! So a big Thank You, to baby Toa.. for bringing everyone together on your special day! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/SdE5hpig0pI/AAAAAAAABHQ/dR-qV1_w0ZM/s1600-h/IMG_4577.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/SdE5hpig0pI/AAAAAAAABHQ/dR-qV1_w0ZM/s320/IMG_4577.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319095885150343826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/SdE5hNOKgCI/AAAAAAAABHE/po32b4UrtUs/s1600-h/IMG_4578.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 252px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/SdE5hNOKgCI/AAAAAAAABHE/po32b4UrtUs/s320/IMG_4578.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319095877548802082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/SdE5hFeEmoI/AAAAAAAABG4/ky518zxQ_cQ/s1600-h/IMG_4581.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 309px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/SdE5hFeEmoI/AAAAAAAABG4/ky518zxQ_cQ/s320/IMG_4581.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319095875468040834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/SdE5h6ksyII/AAAAAAAABHc/B1jTNrK4q6Q/s1600-h/IMG_4571.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/SdE5h6ksyII/AAAAAAAABHc/B1jTNrK4q6Q/s320/IMG_4571.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319095889722919042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2082534744814260300-8226856773402866031?l=nicksheena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicksheena.blogspot.com/feeds/8226856773402866031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2082534744814260300&amp;postID=8226856773402866031' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082534744814260300/posts/default/8226856773402866031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082534744814260300/posts/default/8226856773402866031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicksheena.blogspot.com/2009/03/special-day.html' title='Special Day..'/><author><name>Sheena Tuakoi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01670792844536162572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2nTH3nIjDX4/TgrsbtuV9_I/AAAAAAAABng/9URXoqn-DL0/s220/Memories%2B406.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/SdE5OjtyZAI/AAAAAAAABGo/mlshYtxmrSo/s72-c/8376699266a10466371820l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082534744814260300.post-8363706753056062030</id><published>2009-03-25T21:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T22:47:32.879-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Tuesday! :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/ScsCr7PqWWI/AAAAAAAABGA/TeU6qX0qMu0/s1600-h/IMG_4546.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 324px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/ScsCr7PqWWI/AAAAAAAABGA/TeU6qX0qMu0/s400/IMG_4546.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317346738702014818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, we took Spencer to get his first official haircut from his Uncle Red! :) Now Angeles, has always told us, that Red cut hair! But I never listened, until I jumped on his Myspace!! LOL.. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;HOLY TALEDO..&lt;/span&gt; I couldn't believe my eyes!! ha ha.. He is seriously, such a &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;PROFESSIONAL!&lt;/span&gt; Spencer's hair turned out &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;AMAZING!!&lt;/span&gt; We had to give him his mohawk he wanted, but Red hecka hooked him up with a sweet line up, and one cool, soccer playin design! ha ha.. Or atleast that's what Spencer calls it! LOL.. So a &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;BIG SHOUT OUT TO UNCLE RED!!&lt;/span&gt; You did an AWESOME job, and we can't wait to bring him back tomorrow, to get the soccer design on the other side!! LOL..  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/ScsCrz8_C4I/AAAAAAAABF4/hQzTxFAiGVk/s1600-h/l_9774c447417d4680b642ddd8dba35bd6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/ScsCrz8_C4I/AAAAAAAABF4/hQzTxFAiGVk/s400/l_9774c447417d4680b642ddd8dba35bd6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317346736744631170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/ScsCrtwwJpI/AAAAAAAABFw/vZpCkupfeUo/s1600-h/l_16347d7148244aa3a90e31307643813b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/ScsCrtwwJpI/AAAAAAAABFw/vZpCkupfeUo/s400/l_16347d7148244aa3a90e31307643813b.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317346735082710674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on another note, we sure had a busy day with MELE!! Yesterday, before we took Spencer to get his haircut.. Mele decided she was a little bored!! And do you want to know what she did, cause she was bored??!.. Well, let me tell you!! Lately, I've been burning candles all day long in our home. So while I was downstairs, Mele decided she wanted to see if she could lite the remote control on fire??!!.. And to her surprise, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;she did!!&lt;/span&gt; I just hear Spencer yelling from the top of the stairs," Mom, Mele made the fire go big!".. I sat there for a minute, thinking.. fire go big??! WTH?! And then I smelt it! That burning rubber smell??.. Yeah, so I ran upstairs( I was as fast as lightning!!LOL), to find her in the upstairs bathroom, running cold water on the already burnt remote control!! I was so mad!! My kids automatically, throw their hands over their ears, when they know they're in trouble!! ha ha.. Cause Nick tends to flick their ears alot! ha ha.. So that's exactly what she did! She covered her ears! I didn't know what to do??! So being as mad as I was??.. I spanked her little butt!! She didn't even cry!! It was more like a mad scream, type of cry?! ha ha.. And while I was lecturing her about it, she runs to her room and locks me out!! I couldn't even open the dang door! I was beyond mad!! I kept calling Nick, telling him to come home, cause I had an &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Emergency!!&lt;/span&gt; So he gets home(a whole hour later.. ), and I tell him the story.. He knocks on her door, and she opens it.. like nothing happened!! Can you believe that?! ha ha.. She had the nerve to tell Nick, that I was being &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;CRAZY!!&lt;/span&gt; LOL.. I laugh about it now, but you should have seen me yesterday!! ha ha.. I was not a happy camper!! Nick explained to her why it wasn't a smart decision she made, and lectured her about playing with fire. She of course kept nodding, saying she understood! I'm so glad he came home when he did!! I really was losing it with this girl!! ha ha.. I just had to blog about it, so I can show her down the line, what an  &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Awesome&lt;/span&gt; child she is!! ha ha ha.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/ScsHfo4BBfI/AAAAAAAABGI/Q0zTpGCxGhI/s1600-h/IMG_4547.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 376px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/ScsHfo4BBfI/AAAAAAAABGI/Q0zTpGCxGhI/s400/IMG_4547.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317352025170707954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2082534744814260300-8363706753056062030?l=nicksheena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicksheena.blogspot.com/feeds/8363706753056062030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2082534744814260300&amp;postID=8363706753056062030' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082534744814260300/posts/default/8363706753056062030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082534744814260300/posts/default/8363706753056062030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicksheena.blogspot.com/2009/03/our-tuesday.html' title='Our Tuesday! :)'/><author><name>Sheena Tuakoi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01670792844536162572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2nTH3nIjDX4/TgrsbtuV9_I/AAAAAAAABng/9URXoqn-DL0/s220/Memories%2B406.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/ScsCr7PqWWI/AAAAAAAABGA/TeU6qX0qMu0/s72-c/IMG_4546.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082534744814260300.post-4634774055359596186</id><published>2009-03-24T07:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T08:09:23.187-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Cute..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/Scj2FPkzzSI/AAAAAAAABFo/6_9GtTmaB6w/s1600-h/SmOOcHeSfOrThEcOOk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/Scj2FPkzzSI/AAAAAAAABFo/6_9GtTmaB6w/s400/SmOOcHeSfOrThEcOOk.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316769930051570978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never given much thought to the little things we do for our kids, because it comes so naturally. Yesterday, I was sitting in our living room.. and I can just hear my  kids screaming from the bathroom, for one of us to take them their towels. So I of course, screamed for Nick to take them their towels! Lol.. So Nick goes to the room, grabs the towels and goes straight into the laundry room.. He does this every time they take a bath! He throws their towels in the dryer for a good 5 minutes, and then he takes it to them!! Lol.. I'm always telling him to stop with the whole warming of the towels thing! Cause I'm not going to do that every time they take a bath! I'm not that nice!! Lol.. So he takes them their warm towels, and they tell him how &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;he's the best dad ever!LOL&lt;/span&gt; And he just loves it! ha ha.. So later on last night, Nick went to shower. He always leaves the door unlocked, cause Spencer always goes in there, sits on the toilet, and just talks to Nick about his day! Lol  And while he was in there, I could hear my son asking his dad if he wanted him to warm up his towel for him?! ha ha.. I was like.. Oh great! This dang kid is going to ask me to turn on the dryer for him! Lol But he never came out of the bathroom! So I just sat there, waiting for Spencer to call me. And so I can hear the shower go off, and I hear Nick asking Spencer if he warmed up his towel yet??.. And then I hear Nick laughing so hard, yelling for me to come and see what Spencer did!! ha ha.. I was really worried at this point! This kid tends to do the most random things! Lol.. I walk to the bathroom, to find that he soaked Nick's towel in hot water in our bathroom sink!! He thought I was going to be mad, so he kept telling me.. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I just warmed up dads towel?!!&lt;/span&gt; It was the cutest thing! I'm so happy that our kids are trying to do the little kind things that we/my husband, do for them! Lol It really makes me extremely grateful for all the little things we do in life! Cause seriously, it's all the little things we do, that really matter! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2082534744814260300-4634774055359596186?l=nicksheena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicksheena.blogspot.com/feeds/4634774055359596186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2082534744814260300&amp;postID=4634774055359596186' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082534744814260300/posts/default/4634774055359596186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082534744814260300/posts/default/4634774055359596186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicksheena.blogspot.com/2009/03/too-cute.html' title='Too Cute..'/><author><name>Sheena Tuakoi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01670792844536162572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2nTH3nIjDX4/TgrsbtuV9_I/AAAAAAAABng/9URXoqn-DL0/s220/Memories%2B406.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/Scj2FPkzzSI/AAAAAAAABFo/6_9GtTmaB6w/s72-c/SmOOcHeSfOrThEcOOk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082534744814260300.post-3572192044212503347</id><published>2009-03-22T20:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T21:16:26.717-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hate Free Zone!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/SccMwDrUalI/AAAAAAAABFg/MLO5wpr7NZo/s1600-h/Hate+Free+Zone+(5279).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 291px; height: 291px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/SccMwDrUalI/AAAAAAAABFg/MLO5wpr7NZo/s400/Hate+Free+Zone+(5279).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316231904894413394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I often wonder sometimes??.. Do people seriously talk crap about other people, and think it won't get back to them??! I found out some things today, that really didn't surprise me! But I was still kind of annoyed! And I'm just &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;SICK OF IT!!&lt;/span&gt; Don't act like my friend one minute, and then turn around and stab me in the back! &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I'M OVER IT, AND I'M OVER YOU!!&lt;/span&gt; Don't preach one thing, and then do the exact opposite! I'm trying to better my life, and if you don't like it??.. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I DON'T CARE!&lt;/span&gt; Cause it works for me! And I'm not being &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;FAKE!!&lt;/span&gt; Just because I'm not angry at the world still, like you obviously are.. That's not my problem!! &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I JUST DON'T CARE TO BE MISERABLE!&lt;/span&gt; And who cares if I'm friends with someone you don't like, or even I use to dislike at that!! I'm doing fine, getting along with anyone and everyone in my life right now! I'm living a &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;DRAMA FREE LIFE!&lt;/span&gt; And I am pretty dang &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;PROUD OF IT!!&lt;/span&gt; I wish that people would stop being so &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;NEGATIVE&lt;/span&gt; all the time!! I'm enjoying my &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;FAMILY AND CLOSE FRIENDS&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;NOTHING ELSE MATTERS!!&lt;/span&gt; I really hope one day you freakin &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;HATERS&lt;/span&gt; will realize what &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;HYPOCRITES&lt;/span&gt; your being, and get over whatever little/big issues you have!! I mean seriously.. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;GROW UP!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2082534744814260300-3572192044212503347?l=nicksheena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicksheena.blogspot.com/feeds/3572192044212503347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2082534744814260300&amp;postID=3572192044212503347' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082534744814260300/posts/default/3572192044212503347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082534744814260300/posts/default/3572192044212503347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicksheena.blogspot.com/2009/03/hate-free-zone.html' title='Hate Free Zone!!'/><author><name>Sheena Tuakoi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01670792844536162572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2nTH3nIjDX4/TgrsbtuV9_I/AAAAAAAABng/9URXoqn-DL0/s220/Memories%2B406.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/SccMwDrUalI/AAAAAAAABFg/MLO5wpr7NZo/s72-c/Hate+Free+Zone+(5279).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082534744814260300.post-1297486684487262459</id><published>2009-03-21T22:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T23:52:11.688-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid Ladies!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/ScXYA6knPSI/AAAAAAAABFQ/aAHrcH3EyQ0/s1600-h/Pissedoffwoman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/ScXYA6knPSI/AAAAAAAABFQ/aAHrcH3EyQ0/s400/Pissedoffwoman.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315892445415161122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Nick's rugby game today, we ran to Walmart to grab some things we needed to make dinner.. We pulled into a parking, and we get out and start walking in. Right next to us was an elderly couple, who just finished loading all their groceries into their car. Now right behind this elderly couple, were two ladies who were also getting into their vehicle. So at this point, we're still walking across the parking lot to go into the store. And we see the elderly couple starting to reverse. We all know that elderly people do tend to drive a little slower then normal people would! Lol But that's only because they're more cautious of their surroundings! :) So this poor elderly couple start reversing, and not paying attention to their surroundings, are these two ladies also reversing!! Now these two ladies are probably a little older then I am?? And they start honking like the &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;FREAKIN MANIACS&lt;/span&gt; they are at this poor couple, who were obviously reversing first! The poor old man stops to let these &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;PHSYCO&lt;/span&gt; women go first, and the dang &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;MAD WOMEN&lt;/span&gt; jumps out of her car, telling this poor old man off!! I was so &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;MAD!&lt;/span&gt; All I could hear was this poor old man, apologizing for something he wasn't even at fault for!! I was &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;HULK MAD&lt;/span&gt;, at this point! I kept trying to make my way back to these women, to give them a piece of my mind!.. and then some!! Lol  But my husband kept telling me to leave it alone, cause they were already driving off!! I was throwing around cuss words I didn't even know existed! Lol.. Trying to flip them off, but being as mad as I was, all my fingers were going up!! I think I threw up the Glendale sign, somewhere in there! ha ha ha ha.. My husband was probably so embarrassed?! He's one of those husbands that kind of just sit back, while your freakin out on someone. And then once he gets the slightest idea that your in danger, jumps in and handles everything from there!! And I'm not talking about calming people down, kind of handle! ha ha I'm talking more like a.. one hitter quitter kind of handle!! ha ha ha.. Those dang women are so lucky!! I don't act like I'm all tough or anything like that!! But I don't understand why people think they can treat or even talk to people like that?! Especially to elderly people! That is definitely one of my pet peeves! I can't stand seeing people treating elderly people wrong!! Especially when it's not even their fault! I mean yeah, I get mad when their driving hecka slow on the highway!!.. Lol But they're elderly.. so I just pass them up and that's it! There is no need to stop and swear at them! And I don't even think the poor guy heard her swearing at him, he was probably wearing a hearing aid?! That dumb lady is so &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;MODED&lt;/span&gt;, if he was! ha ha ha.. Ahhhh.. I feel so much better now that I've vented about it! LOL.. I've been venting to my husband non-stop since we left Walmart.. and that was like 5 hours ago!! ha ha ha.. Okay, thanks for listening! Have a great night! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S And if you two &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;EVIL LADIES&lt;/span&gt; from the parking lot incident, are reading this: &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;BE AFRAID! BE VERY AFRAID!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.S I don't care to have your opinion on this one Angeles Mahe!! ha ha ha.. The whole world knows how you feel about elderly people driving! ha ha ha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/ScXfmP_Mh6I/AAAAAAAABFY/QzmyYhUZlqU/s1600-h/rhm067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/ScXfmP_Mh6I/AAAAAAAABFY/QzmyYhUZlqU/s400/rhm067.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315900783400355746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This isn't the elderly couple from earlier, but I just wanted you to all get a visual of how they looked! ha ha ha.. Cause this picture of this random couple, is pretty dang close to how they really looked! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2082534744814260300-1297486684487262459?l=nicksheena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicksheena.blogspot.com/feeds/1297486684487262459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2082534744814260300&amp;postID=1297486684487262459' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082534744814260300/posts/default/1297486684487262459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082534744814260300/posts/default/1297486684487262459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicksheena.blogspot.com/2009/03/stupid-ladies.html' title='Stupid Ladies!'/><author><name>Sheena Tuakoi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01670792844536162572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2nTH3nIjDX4/TgrsbtuV9_I/AAAAAAAABng/9URXoqn-DL0/s220/Memories%2B406.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/ScXYA6knPSI/AAAAAAAABFQ/aAHrcH3EyQ0/s72-c/Pissedoffwoman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082534744814260300.post-6977626388734185020</id><published>2009-03-20T08:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T11:14:23.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I??..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/ScO3P3oidEI/AAAAAAAABFI/LuYM9RNoG0o/s1600-h/51Q06QKPWWL._SL500_AA280_PIbundle-2,TopRight,0,0_AA280_SH20_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 280px; height: 280px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/ScO3P3oidEI/AAAAAAAABFI/LuYM9RNoG0o/s400/51Q06QKPWWL._SL500_AA280_PIbundle-2,TopRight,0,0_AA280_SH20_.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315293468487218242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love blogging, cause you can blog about the most random things!! ha ha.. So here is one of my many random posts!LOL For the past couple of months, I would wake up in the middle of the night, and swear I was pregnant!! LOL.. So I would make Nick run to Walmart and grab me a pregnancy test!! It actually happens &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;alot!!&lt;/span&gt; I could get a craving, and be like, OMG.. I'm PREGNANT! HA HA HA.. And send Nick off to Walmart!! ha ha.. So the other night, he was just sick of it! Cause every time he gets me a test, it's &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;always negative!!&lt;/span&gt; He's always telling me , that he just goes to work to buy my pregnancy tests! Lol So anyways, a couple nights ago, I made him run back to Walmart for the 100th billionth time!! ha ha.. And he came back with 4 boxes of the cheapest pregnancy test he could find!! ha ha.. Cause with me, it could be a pregnancy test from a vending machine, and it would still detect if I was prego!! LOL.. And low and behold, it was &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;negative!!&lt;/span&gt; After I came out of the bathroom, Nick didn't even bother waiting up to hear the results! He already knew! ha ha  The next day, he was like, "So what are we having??! A girl or a boy?!" ha ha.. It was the funniest thing! ha ha.. I'm so glad that he still has a sense of humor, with my dramatic butt! ha ha.. It's not fun stressing out about getting pregnant!! ha ha..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2082534744814260300-6977626388734185020?l=nicksheena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicksheena.blogspot.com/feeds/6977626388734185020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2082534744814260300&amp;postID=6977626388734185020' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082534744814260300/posts/default/6977626388734185020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082534744814260300/posts/default/6977626388734185020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicksheena.blogspot.com/2009/03/am-i.html' title='Am I??..'/><author><name>Sheena Tuakoi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01670792844536162572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2nTH3nIjDX4/TgrsbtuV9_I/AAAAAAAABng/9URXoqn-DL0/s220/Memories%2B406.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/ScO3P3oidEI/AAAAAAAABFI/LuYM9RNoG0o/s72-c/51Q06QKPWWL._SL500_AA280_PIbundle-2,TopRight,0,0_AA280_SH20_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082534744814260300.post-1996961911554887470</id><published>2009-03-20T07:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T08:12:19.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate this time of the month!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/ScOwfs-qCVI/AAAAAAAABE4/-KIbcTHAftc/s1600-h/s70093880.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 261px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/ScOwfs-qCVI/AAAAAAAABE4/-KIbcTHAftc/s400/s70093880.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315286043923712338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've been &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;PMS-ing&lt;/span&gt;, for the past couple days now!! And I am such a grouch! I swear when it's that time of the month, you go through more emotions then you would, if you were to be pregnant!! ha ha.. I haven't cleaned my house for the past couple of days now, cause I've been so lazy! I haven't cooked dinner at all this week, cause I've been so tired! Nick gets home from work, cooks and cleans.. just so he doesn't have to hear my complaining of how bloated or irritated I am!!&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; My poor husband!!&lt;/span&gt; I know he wants to tell me to do something, but he really doesn't want to unleash the beast in me!! ha ha.. So one more day of these &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;awful&lt;/span&gt; mood swings, and I'll be back on track!! Lol.. Although, I've been really moody, I don't let it effect my daily workouts with Ame!! ha ha ha..  She's an &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;awesome&lt;/span&gt;, and very motivating workout buddy!! :) She pushes me to the limit! Not even joking, my legs could be on the verge of giving out.. and she's still going!! ha ha.. So what can I do??.. I keep going too!! ha ha ha.. Well, I'm off to clean my house before Nick gets home, he's lucky I'm not as moody today! ha ha.. Plus, he deserves a break!! So today is his day to just relax!!.. and massage me!! ha ha ha.. My back is killing me! (Does anyone get these kind of back pains, this time of the month??! Or am I just abnormal??! LOL) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/ScOwl0XOdTI/AAAAAAAABFA/MrIjFWW1ibc/s1600-h/Image1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 339px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/ScOwl0XOdTI/AAAAAAAABFA/MrIjFWW1ibc/s400/Image1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315286148985025842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;This is seriously, how dramatic I am!! LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2082534744814260300-1996961911554887470?l=nicksheena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicksheena.blogspot.com/feeds/1996961911554887470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2082534744814260300&amp;postID=1996961911554887470' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082534744814260300/posts/default/1996961911554887470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082534744814260300/posts/default/1996961911554887470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicksheena.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-hate-this-time-of-month.html' title='I hate this time of the month!!'/><author><name>Sheena Tuakoi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01670792844536162572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2nTH3nIjDX4/TgrsbtuV9_I/AAAAAAAABng/9URXoqn-DL0/s220/Memories%2B406.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/ScOwfs-qCVI/AAAAAAAABE4/-KIbcTHAftc/s72-c/s70093880.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082534744814260300.post-6668822942735039996</id><published>2009-03-15T21:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T22:03:53.234-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TAG: My Hubby..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/Sb3bpXe5-8I/AAAAAAAABCI/KQpxLK6ovXw/s1600-h/IMG_1901.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 261px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/Sb3bpXe5-8I/AAAAAAAABCI/KQpxLK6ovXw/s400/IMG_1901.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313644639091817410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What is his name? Nick Paras Tuakoi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Who eats more? Definitely him! I just like to nibble here and there! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Who said "I love you" first? Of course he did! He couldn't let me get away, now could he?! ha ha ha ha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Who is taller? He is.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Who is smarter? I think we're about the same in this department! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Who is more sensitive? ME!! I cry about ANYTHING and EVERYTHING! I'm an emotional wreck! ha ha ha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Who does the laundry? I usually do it, but Nick has to fold and put away! ha ha But I thought he could handle a little more, so he does the laundry and folds and puts away! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Who sleeps on the right side of the bed? I do..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Who pays the bills? He does! He sure is Superman! ha ha  He does laundry and pays the bills! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Who cooks more? I'm not liking this survey too much anymore!LOL.. But Nick definitely cooks more! ha ha ha.. If it helps, I clean up after he cooks?! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Who is more stubborn? That would have to be ME! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Who is first to admit they are wrong? I never admit I'm wrong!! That's a rule! ha ha.. (just kidding!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Who has more siblings? Well, I guess I do??.. If you count all the half sister and brothers! ha ha ha.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Who wears the pants in the relationship? Don't make me laugh!! Ha ha ha.. Do I really need to answer this?! ha ha ha.. I DO!! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What do you like to do together? Nick likes to massage my feet, hands, back, and legs!! ha ha We really enjoy his massaging technique! ha ha ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Who eats more sweets? Have you seen me?! LOL I like live in SWEETS CITY! ha ha ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. His Guilty pleasures are: Working on his blazer, camping on KSL, looking at 4 wheeling magazines, and playing with me!! ha ha ha ha.. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. How did you meet? We met in Jr.High.. He was one of those kids you knew, cause he was always getting into trouble! He was such a Rebel! ha ha ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Who asked whom out first? He asked me, and after he did??.. He was hooked! ha ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Who kissed who first? It was a mutual thing! ha ha It just happened! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Who proposed? He did, or should I say, my belly did?! ha ha ha.. He totally trapped me! ha ha ha J/K..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. His best features and qualities? His best feature would have to be his smile! His best quality would have to be his big heart!! It's flippin huge! ha ha ha.. No, he's so caring! He's always helping anyone and everyone out! He's such a great guy! I love him so much! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Tag your it : Anyone reading this blog!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2082534744814260300-6668822942735039996?l=nicksheena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicksheena.blogspot.com/feeds/6668822942735039996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2082534744814260300&amp;postID=6668822942735039996' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082534744814260300/posts/default/6668822942735039996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082534744814260300/posts/default/6668822942735039996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicksheena.blogspot.com/2009/03/tag-my-hubby.html' title='TAG: My Hubby..'/><author><name>Sheena Tuakoi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01670792844536162572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2nTH3nIjDX4/TgrsbtuV9_I/AAAAAAAABng/9URXoqn-DL0/s220/Memories%2B406.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/Sb3bpXe5-8I/AAAAAAAABCI/KQpxLK6ovXw/s72-c/IMG_1901.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082534744814260300.post-1722889176195472073</id><published>2009-03-15T21:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T12:23:14.629-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Busy Busy Saturday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/Sb_23D3eN1I/AAAAAAAABDY/uh0VB3bRXkU/s1600-h/IMG_4454.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 247px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/Sb_23D3eN1I/AAAAAAAABDY/uh0VB3bRXkU/s400/IMG_4454.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314237511111685970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Saturday, was Spencer's first soccer game! It was the funniest soccer game I've ever been to! I've never been to a soccer game where little boys act like dinosaurs, play in the goal net, chase each other around instead of chasing the ball, and just being dramatic! Lol.. Even though Spencer was so distracted by everything going on around him.. he did a pretty good job at kicking the ball a couple of times! He is so excited to be a part of &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Team Dynamo!&lt;/span&gt; The whole time he was playing, he kept thinking about the raspberry filled donuts, that were sitting in his dads truck waiting for him! LOL.. He thinks that every time he plays good, he'll get a donut! ha ha.. He's such a silly kid, and we loved watching him bounce off the walls! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/Sb_2hEqI4EI/AAAAAAAABDQ/lcRtcCS_B_s/s1600-h/IMG_4504.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/Sb_2hEqI4EI/AAAAAAAABDQ/lcRtcCS_B_s/s400/IMG_4504.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314237133367074882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/Sb_2gvtcK-I/AAAAAAAABDI/U68GzTp72VM/s1600-h/IMG_4503.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/Sb_2gvtcK-I/AAAAAAAABDI/U68GzTp72VM/s400/IMG_4503.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314237127743777762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/Sb_2gi2wtII/AAAAAAAABDA/LWJwNZCNjvg/s1600-h/IMG_4494.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/Sb_2gi2wtII/AAAAAAAABDA/LWJwNZCNjvg/s400/IMG_4494.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314237124293211266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/Sb_2gWmyA5I/AAAAAAAABC4/IIzCC9FO6BU/s1600-h/IMG_4488.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/Sb_2gWmyA5I/AAAAAAAABC4/IIzCC9FO6BU/s400/IMG_4488.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314237121004962706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/Sb_2NfnoOaI/AAAAAAAABCw/q1-hPkEwLx4/s1600-h/IMG_4487.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 355px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/Sb_2NfnoOaI/AAAAAAAABCw/q1-hPkEwLx4/s400/IMG_4487.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314236797006920098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/Sb_2NHcWK1I/AAAAAAAABCo/ZE8Ch0cKgM8/s1600-h/IMG_4485.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 220px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/Sb_2NHcWK1I/AAAAAAAABCo/ZE8Ch0cKgM8/s400/IMG_4485.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314236790517148498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/Sb_2NHQ7WSI/AAAAAAAABCg/91YuXVXfndY/s1600-h/IMG_4469.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/Sb_2NHQ7WSI/AAAAAAAABCg/91YuXVXfndY/s400/IMG_4469.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314236790469253410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/Sb_2MgPcjBI/AAAAAAAABCY/a1kXLBLTyGA/s1600-h/IMG_4457.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 335px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/Sb_2MgPcjBI/AAAAAAAABCY/a1kXLBLTyGA/s400/IMG_4457.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314236779994057746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/Sb_3BELD-3I/AAAAAAAABDg/_LsLyklIutc/s1600-h/IMG_4524.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 217px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/Sb_3BELD-3I/AAAAAAAABDg/_LsLyklIutc/s400/IMG_4524.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314237682992544626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right after Spencer's soccer game, Mele and I, rushed over to The Paul Mitchell School for hair.. They were having a &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Princess Day&lt;/span&gt;, and donating all the proceeds to a charity! We met up with Fine and Analeah, and it was so much fun! The girl's had their nails, hair, and makeup done! It was such a fun little mother daughter day for us! I know at times Mele, tends to think we pay too much attention to Spencer! But we can't help it, when the dang kid is doing things, that he shouldn't be doing! LOL He scares us, he's so fearless!! ha ha.. With Mele, we don't have to worry about her! She does what she's suppose to!! She's such a good girl! Spencer is the total opposite! ha ha..  So it was nice to just spoil her for the day, and let her know how &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;SPECIAL&lt;/span&gt; she is!!.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/Sb_3ee_eyhI/AAAAAAAABEI/w2PY4ZqHwfs/s1600-h/IMG_4523.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/Sb_3ee_eyhI/AAAAAAAABEI/w2PY4ZqHwfs/s400/IMG_4523.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314238188407933458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/Sb_3eLYrgsI/AAAAAAAABEA/3Pjed_CizxI/s1600-h/IMG_4522.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/Sb_3eLYrgsI/AAAAAAAABEA/3Pjed_CizxI/s400/IMG_4522.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314238183144915650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/Sb_3d_0LGWI/AAAAAAAABD4/Wuh-Ub554fk/s1600-h/IMG_4514.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 251px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/Sb_3d_0LGWI/AAAAAAAABD4/Wuh-Ub554fk/s400/IMG_4514.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314238180039006562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/Sb_3d5Z8YBI/AAAAAAAABDw/xQTBSwJJHLM/s1600-h/IMG_4509.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 343px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/Sb_3d5Z8YBI/AAAAAAAABDw/xQTBSwJJHLM/s400/IMG_4509.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314238178318376978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/Sb_3duLOAPI/AAAAAAAABDo/Dt74y3aStxE/s1600-h/IMG_4505.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 275px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/Sb_3duLOAPI/AAAAAAAABDo/Dt74y3aStxE/s400/IMG_4505.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314238175303827698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/Sb_4ELTE-3I/AAAAAAAABEw/6RYmuv3TCuk/s1600-h/IMG_4542.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 372px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/Sb_4ELTE-3I/AAAAAAAABEw/6RYmuv3TCuk/s400/IMG_4542.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314238835956448114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/Sb_4Dnns0II/AAAAAAAABEo/2zjGy1haPJk/s1600-h/IMG_4541.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/Sb_4Dnns0II/AAAAAAAABEo/2zjGy1haPJk/s400/IMG_4541.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314238826379268226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/Sb_4DQZXy0I/AAAAAAAABEg/1iOVtr6sTxo/s1600-h/IMG_4539.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 315px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/Sb_4DQZXy0I/AAAAAAAABEg/1iOVtr6sTxo/s400/IMG_4539.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314238820145154882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/Sb_4DM9nm7I/AAAAAAAABEY/lQUFIveuCmA/s1600-h/IMG_4532.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 374px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/Sb_4DM9nm7I/AAAAAAAABEY/lQUFIveuCmA/s400/IMG_4532.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314238819223444402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/Sb_4CkgZpJI/AAAAAAAABEQ/eBw0rFDIzac/s1600-h/IMG_4531.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 388px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/Sb_4CkgZpJI/AAAAAAAABEQ/eBw0rFDIzac/s400/IMG_4531.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314238808363476114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after Mele's princess day, we head over to Kearns Park, for Nick's rugby game. It was such a great game! I don't understand the game, as well as I would like too.. but I know they won!! LOL.. Nick actually got the ball a couple of times in this game!! ha ha.. With the position he plays, he doesn't really get the ball too much.. He just hits other guys &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;a whole lot!!&lt;/span&gt; LOL.. And he loves it!! That's the only reason he actually plays!! He loves to hit and tackle guys, and he doesn't get in trouble for it!! LOL.. It was really fun to just sit there and really watch him play! ha ha Usually, I just go to talk with the other wives, and watch all our kids play together! Lol.. So I'm so going to watch my hubby more often!! LOL.. He was totally trying to show off for me too!! ha ha What a stud!! ha ha ha.. He cracks me up! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that was about it, for our busy, busy Saturday!!.. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2082534744814260300-1722889176195472073?l=nicksheena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicksheena.blogspot.com/feeds/1722889176195472073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2082534744814260300&amp;postID=1722889176195472073' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082534744814260300/posts/default/1722889176195472073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082534744814260300/posts/default/1722889176195472073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicksheena.blogspot.com/2009/03/our-busy-busy-saturday.html' title='Our Busy Busy Saturday!'/><author><name>Sheena Tuakoi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01670792844536162572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2nTH3nIjDX4/TgrsbtuV9_I/AAAAAAAABng/9URXoqn-DL0/s220/Memories%2B406.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/Sb_23D3eN1I/AAAAAAAABDY/uh0VB3bRXkU/s72-c/IMG_4454.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082534744814260300.post-5243785982264145951</id><published>2009-03-13T20:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T21:03:08.917-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Movie..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/SbsrwY_rScI/AAAAAAAABCA/OZViWxTqzY8/s1600-h/stripedpajamas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 269px; height: 398px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/SbsrwY_rScI/AAAAAAAABCA/OZViWxTqzY8/s400/stripedpajamas.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312888295756876226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The Boy In The Striped Pajamas&lt;/span&gt;.. was such a heartbreaking movie! I just got done crying over it! I couldn't imagine my family going through what the &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Jews&lt;/span&gt; went through, how many years ago!.. I can't even really type right now, I'm tearing up still! It's such a good movie, but so so so sad! It really makes you &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;EXTREMELY GRATEFUL&lt;/span&gt;, for all the freedom we have now! I can't even explain the movie,I'm so emotional! So you'll have to watch it for yourself!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2082534744814260300-5243785982264145951?l=nicksheena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicksheena.blogspot.com/feeds/5243785982264145951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2082534744814260300&amp;postID=5243785982264145951' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082534744814260300/posts/default/5243785982264145951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082534744814260300/posts/default/5243785982264145951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicksheena.blogspot.com/2009/03/great-movie.html' title='Great Movie..'/><author><name>Sheena Tuakoi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01670792844536162572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2nTH3nIjDX4/TgrsbtuV9_I/AAAAAAAABng/9URXoqn-DL0/s220/Memories%2B406.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/SbsrwY_rScI/AAAAAAAABCA/OZViWxTqzY8/s72-c/stripedpajamas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082534744814260300.post-1201667441781925812</id><published>2009-03-13T10:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T11:02:31.809-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New hair..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/Sbqdi6OqO8I/AAAAAAAABB4/4j-ljS4P7-Y/s1600-h/8631780205a10325550711l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 301px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/Sbqdi6OqO8I/AAAAAAAABB4/4j-ljS4P7-Y/s400/8631780205a10325550711l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312731933508778946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here is Lee's new haircut! Doesn't she look &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;GREAT!&lt;/span&gt; We're so proud of her, for actually going through with the whole haircut! Isn't peer pressure a beautiful thing?! ha ha.. Lol.. She is such an &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;AMAZING&lt;/span&gt; friend, and I hope she now realizes how &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;BEAUTIFUL&lt;/span&gt; she really is! Love you Lina! If ya want to see more of Lee's whole hair cutting process.. go here:http://angeredmahe.blogspot.com/.. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ENJOY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2082534744814260300-1201667441781925812?l=nicksheena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicksheena.blogspot.com/feeds/1201667441781925812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2082534744814260300&amp;postID=1201667441781925812' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082534744814260300/posts/default/1201667441781925812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082534744814260300/posts/default/1201667441781925812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicksheena.blogspot.com/2009/03/new-hair.html' title='New hair..'/><author><name>Sheena Tuakoi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01670792844536162572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2nTH3nIjDX4/TgrsbtuV9_I/AAAAAAAABng/9URXoqn-DL0/s220/Memories%2B406.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/Sbqdi6OqO8I/AAAAAAAABB4/4j-ljS4P7-Y/s72-c/8631780205a10325550711l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082534744814260300.post-8494204404282957525</id><published>2009-03-11T23:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T23:29:22.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Twilight!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/SbirghVi3YI/AAAAAAAABBw/OQWuQleyye0/s1600-h/moviecover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 332px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/SbirghVi3YI/AAAAAAAABBw/OQWuQleyye0/s400/moviecover.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312184335676398978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twilight is coming out on DVD this Saturday night, can you believe it??! I'm so &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Excited!&lt;/span&gt; My husband just told me today, and I am so glad that he looks out for these kinds of things! Lol..  He's flippin &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;AWESOME!&lt;/span&gt;Lol.. It's already Thursday, so two more days and my &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Cullen Boys&lt;/span&gt; will be here in my very own home! Lol.. Oh yeah! ha ha ha.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, Lee's new hair looks &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;AMAZING!&lt;/span&gt; She looks like a whole new person! She looks so &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;BEAUTIFUL!&lt;/span&gt; I can't wait for Ange to post the pictures, so that I can jack them, and post them on my page too! Lol..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2082534744814260300-8494204404282957525?l=nicksheena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicksheena.blogspot.com/feeds/8494204404282957525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2082534744814260300&amp;postID=8494204404282957525' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082534744814260300/posts/default/8494204404282957525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082534744814260300/posts/default/8494204404282957525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicksheena.blogspot.com/2009/03/twilight.html' title='Twilight!'/><author><name>Sheena Tuakoi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01670792844536162572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2nTH3nIjDX4/TgrsbtuV9_I/AAAAAAAABng/9URXoqn-DL0/s220/Memories%2B406.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/SbirghVi3YI/AAAAAAAABBw/OQWuQleyye0/s72-c/moviecover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082534744814260300.post-6230331795058636590</id><published>2009-03-11T07:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T13:54:02.544-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My day with My Litte Roo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/SbgjzNszhXI/AAAAAAAABBY/WoMSmCmTaJQ/s1600-h/Claire%27s+Birthday+072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/SbgjzNszhXI/AAAAAAAABBY/WoMSmCmTaJQ/s320/Claire%27s+Birthday+072.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312035123241387378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday, I spent pretty much the whole day with some of my favorite gals! Angeles, Lina, and Baby Riana.. Now, Riana didn't like me very much when we went to lunch! But by the end of the night, she didn't want to leave my side! Lol.. I call Riana, my &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;LITTLE ROO! Lol When you sit her on your lap, she kicks and bounces around like a little kangaroo! Lol.. And she's forever doing her lips as if she's making a &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Roo&lt;/span&gt; sound! She hecka reminds of me of the little kangaroo on Whinnie the Pooh! Lol She's so cute! I can't believe she loves me so much! I mean, I don't blame her! ha ha.. She is the funniest little girl! I stayed with her the whole time, while Ange and Lina, were discussing what kind of haircut Lina will be getting today! ha ha.. And that reminds me.. if any of you know Lina, you know she has the longest hair ever! Lol.. She has never cut or colored it! So tonight at 6, is her hair appointment! Ange and I, will be taking her of course! To make sure she doesn't try to take off, before chopping it all off! ha ha.. So we're pretty excited to see the outcome! YAY LEE! :) Now back to Riana!! ha ha ha.. I'll be seeing my &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Litte Roo&lt;/span&gt; , again tonight! I bet she's so excited to see me?! Lol.. She's probably up right now, telling her mom to get her ready! ha ha ha.. I had such a great time with the girls! I really needed to hang out with them, cause I swear I was going into depressed mode!(since my mom and sisters left!).. So thank you Ange, Lina, and &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;My Little Roo&lt;/span&gt;, for an awesome day! And I'll see you guys later on today! 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/SbdZX1Vd2AI/AAAAAAAAA-w/8kI1wwK464Y/s320/IMG_4421.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311812551495768066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a slumber party on our last night together. We all tried to pull an all nighter??.. But yeah, that didn't happen! ha ha ha.. We had so much fun! We all teamed up with our little matching buddies! Lol.. It was Mom and Damianah(the cheetah's), Candice and Lala(the flakes), and best but not least.. Tulai and myself(the polkadots! ha ha)  It was so much fun! We danced, stuffed our faces, sang, and played games! Such a memorable night, one we will definitely never forget! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S Can you tell we really enjoyed hanging out at Walmart?! 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height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/Sbdao9bcjVI/AAAAAAAABAA/gBPKaZRoI3g/s320/IMG_4377.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311813945237736786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2082534744814260300-6110094695998132572?l=nicksheena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicksheena.blogspot.com/feeds/6110094695998132572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2082534744814260300&amp;postID=6110094695998132572' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082534744814260300/posts/default/6110094695998132572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082534744814260300/posts/default/6110094695998132572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicksheena.blogspot.com/2009/03/our-slumber-party.html' title='Our Slumber Party..'/><author><name>Sheena Tuakoi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01670792844536162572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2nTH3nIjDX4/TgrsbtuV9_I/AAAAAAAABng/9URXoqn-DL0/s220/Memories%2B406.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/SbdZX1Vd2AI/AAAAAAAAA-w/8kI1wwK464Y/s72-c/IMG_4421.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082534744814260300.post-4517029491207251634</id><published>2009-03-10T22:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T23:16:53.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So sad..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/SbdWdMqyw4I/AAAAAAAAA9Y/c6-DFTXAmNs/s1600-h/7916179752a10269582162l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 173px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/SbdWdMqyw4I/AAAAAAAAA9Y/c6-DFTXAmNs/s320/7916179752a10269582162l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311809345123697538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm back and ready to jump back into the blogging world! ha ha.. I've been so lazy since my sisters left. I think I cried all day, on Sunday??.. It was such a sad day for me! I wish they could have stayed a little longer! I love my mama troll so much, and my sister's??.. I feel so lost without them! :(.. I'm really thinking they should all just move back to Utah?! ha ha.. It was an amazing week! We talked, laughed, and cried together! We made so many more new memories, something we will definitely be talking about for years to come! Tulai and I, showed everyone what champs we are at, Apples to Apples, and  Mad Gab! ha ha ha.. I've never laughed so hard in my whole entire life! ha ha ha.. To all my sisters.. Thank you all so much, for the awesome memories! I love you all, and can't wait to see you guys again! Mom, I miss you more than words could ever explain! You help us out so much! And for that, we owe you everything! You are an amazing women, and we love you! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/SbdWdvx-XFI/AAAAAAAAA9o/r9bHnu6q_94/s1600-h/IMG_4354.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/SbdWdvx-XFI/AAAAAAAAA9o/r9bHnu6q_94/s320/IMG_4354.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311809354549058642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/SbdWdJEDtWI/AAAAAAAAA9g/Y6nfPXp9czs/s1600-h/IMG_4350.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 103px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/SbdWdJEDtWI/AAAAAAAAA9g/Y6nfPXp9czs/s320/IMG_4350.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311809344155923810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/SbdWc8XTDnI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/1Y1S-voyeuA/s1600-h/7916179752a10269582141l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 179px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/SbdWc8XTDnI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/1Y1S-voyeuA/s320/7916179752a10269582141l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311809340746960498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2082534744814260300-4517029491207251634?l=nicksheena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicksheena.blogspot.com/feeds/4517029491207251634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2082534744814260300&amp;postID=4517029491207251634' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082534744814260300/posts/default/4517029491207251634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082534744814260300/posts/default/4517029491207251634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicksheena.blogspot.com/2009/03/so-sad.html' title='So sad..'/><author><name>Sheena Tuakoi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01670792844536162572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2nTH3nIjDX4/TgrsbtuV9_I/AAAAAAAABng/9URXoqn-DL0/s220/Memories%2B406.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/SbdWdMqyw4I/AAAAAAAAA9Y/c6-DFTXAmNs/s72-c/7916179752a10269582162l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082534744814260300.post-2997995416768356507</id><published>2009-03-07T15:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T15:32:33.645-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Candice..</title><content type='html'>Candice, our little pooh bear, is 22 years old today! The humble, emotional, booty shaking, goggle wearing, beautiful sister of mine.. is one of the greatest sisters, anyone could ever ask for! :) I love this girl so much, and I am so glad that we are lucky enough to have her here!  We love you Candy Cane! Hope your day is filled with wonderful memories of MUAH! LOL..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2082534744814260300-2997995416768356507?l=nicksheena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicksheena.blogspot.com/feeds/2997995416768356507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2082534744814260300&amp;postID=2997995416768356507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082534744814260300/posts/default/2997995416768356507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082534744814260300/posts/default/2997995416768356507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicksheena.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-birthday-candice.html' title='Happy Birthday Candice..'/><author><name>Sheena Tuakoi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01670792844536162572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2nTH3nIjDX4/TgrsbtuV9_I/AAAAAAAABng/9URXoqn-DL0/s220/Memories%2B406.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082534744814260300.post-7306614077103668823</id><published>2009-03-06T13:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T13:35:58.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No more rental's!</title><content type='html'>After a whole year of getting rental, after rental! We finally got a car! YAY! We are so excited, and so GRATEFUL for everything my mom and the Hosea brother's, have done to help us finally get one! We LOVE  them so much, and we owe them all..BIG TIME! Thank You! Thank You! Thank You!..  We'll have to take you all for a ride sometime.. Lol..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2082534744814260300-7306614077103668823?l=nicksheena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicksheena.blogspot.com/feeds/7306614077103668823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2082534744814260300&amp;postID=7306614077103668823' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082534744814260300/posts/default/7306614077103668823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082534744814260300/posts/default/7306614077103668823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicksheena.blogspot.com/2009/03/no-more-rentals.html' title='No more rental&apos;s!'/><author><name>Sheena Tuakoi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01670792844536162572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2nTH3nIjDX4/TgrsbtuV9_I/AAAAAAAABng/9URXoqn-DL0/s220/Memories%2B406.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082534744814260300.post-8906993149934345487</id><published>2009-03-05T22:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T22:40:08.383-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We're going to the POINT, of no return! LOL</title><content type='html'>So my sister's and I are headed to the POINT!.. My sister's have been waiting to go and see the city lights, for some time now!  So tonight, they've been bitten by the lucky bug!! Cause we're going to see the lights! Woo Hoo! This week is going by so fast, I wish time could just freeze for a day or so.. Well, they're all waiting for me at Lala's house, cause I'm the designated driver for tonight.. LOL..  So until we get back.. enjoy  anticipating my return! ha ha ha ha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Go Quest Crew!! ha ha ha!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/SbDFBg59XKI/AAAAAAAAA9I/hzlBr5IAW98/s1600-h/IMG_4281.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/SbDFBg59XKI/AAAAAAAAA9I/hzlBr5IAW98/s320/IMG_4281.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309960590473387170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/SbDFBDbPGAI/AAAAAAAAA9A/frT1dZaeeZY/s1600-h/IMG_4280.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 270px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/SbDFBDbPGAI/AAAAAAAAA9A/frT1dZaeeZY/s320/IMG_4280.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309960582559897602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2082534744814260300-8906993149934345487?l=nicksheena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicksheena.blogspot.com/feeds/8906993149934345487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2082534744814260300&amp;postID=8906993149934345487' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082534744814260300/posts/default/8906993149934345487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082534744814260300/posts/default/8906993149934345487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicksheena.blogspot.com/2009/03/were-going-to-point-of-no-return-lol.html' title='We&apos;re going to the POINT, of no return! LOL'/><author><name>Sheena Tuakoi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01670792844536162572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2nTH3nIjDX4/TgrsbtuV9_I/AAAAAAAABng/9URXoqn-DL0/s220/Memories%2B406.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/SbDFBg59XKI/AAAAAAAAA9I/hzlBr5IAW98/s72-c/IMG_4281.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082534744814260300.post-6678308276737170716</id><published>2009-03-04T07:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T08:16:03.477-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I KEEP'S IT GANGSTAH! LOL..</title><content type='html'>So yesterday I was unsuccessful at giving my husband the silent treatment, cause by time he got home.. I was so busy having Candy Cane(little sister Candice! LOL) teach me how to dance, that I totally forgot I was mad! ha ha ha.. He is so lucky! Lol..  My dance lesson's on the other hand, are becoming quite the shizzzz! ha ha ha! Can't wait to try out for America's Next Best Dance Crew, as a solo performer! LOL..  I've been working really hard on my thizz face, and can I just say.. who would of thought it'd be so hard to make a face as if you were smelling something terrible?! Your supposed to do your face, as if you were smelling urine?? How the heck does that face look?! I am so not hood! LOL I wanted to go across the street tonight to the tennis courts, and dance my little heart out!! LOL My other little sister Anna Bee(Damianah) does it every night, and she comes back GLOWING! I can see myself now, spinning in circles hysterically, singing: She's a maniac.. maniac!! ha ha ha ha.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick's little sister Lola and her handsome son Maddox, left yesterday! It was so fun having them here! If Nick is still here by the 18th, we're going to try to make our way down to California for Maddox's first birthday party! :) He is such a goofy little boy! He's so beautiful! :) Hope to see them again very soon! My sister's are still here.. YAY! :) I love having Candice and Damianah here! We haven't even been out to do anything! We just stay home or go and eat, and just laugh for hours! It's so fun to laugh that hard, and then when that pain hits your stomach from laughing so hard.. you laugh even harder, cause you look so ugly trying to catch your breath! ha ha ha.. Good time's! Good time's! LOL.. My sister's really make me want to be a better person! And not to worry about little things, and people who are FAKE! I use to always feel, like I had to please everyone! They reminded me of how, I can't please everyone! And just to be myself! So here I am.. The new and totally improved.. SHEENA(DON'T GIVE A DAMN!!) TUAKOI! LOL I just don't care for little high school games ! If you like me, you like me! If ya don't.. that's fine, cause I probably don't like you either! ha ha ha ha.. Or more importantly.. I just don't care!  Okay, that's all for now..  as Candy Cane and Anna Bee would say: DEUCES! LOL..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2082534744814260300-6678308276737170716?l=nicksheena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicksheena.blogspot.com/feeds/6678308276737170716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2082534744814260300&amp;postID=6678308276737170716' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082534744814260300/posts/default/6678308276737170716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082534744814260300/posts/default/6678308276737170716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicksheena.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-keeps-it-gangstah-lol.html' title='I KEEP&apos;S IT GANGSTAH! LOL..'/><author><name>Sheena Tuakoi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01670792844536162572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2nTH3nIjDX4/TgrsbtuV9_I/AAAAAAAABng/9URXoqn-DL0/s220/Memories%2B406.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082534744814260300.post-7765899894396656251</id><published>2009-03-03T17:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T17:21:48.885-08:00</updated><title type='text'>He drives me crazy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/Sa3XNVYBTVI/AAAAAAAAA8o/gKkuN67X4kU/s1600-h/wife.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 302px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/Sa3XNVYBTVI/AAAAAAAAA8o/gKkuN67X4kU/s320/wife.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309136159815847250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband is getting on my nerve's so bad today! Just thought I'd write that, and nope.. doesn't make me feel any better!! ha ha ha.. He is the only person in this whole entire world, who can irritate me like this! LOL.. Don't get me wrong, I love my husband.. but there's just those days!! ha ha ha.. And today, is definitely one of those days! LOL.. I find myself plotting on what to do to him when he walks through our front door..  I'm thinking I'll throw a shoe at him or something??.. But then again, the silent treatment kills him!! ha ha ha.. So therefore, the silent treatment it is! ha ha ha ha.. Maybe throw the shoe after the silent treatment??! LOL.. ha ha ha..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2082534744814260300-7765899894396656251?l=nicksheena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicksheena.blogspot.com/feeds/7765899894396656251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2082534744814260300&amp;postID=7765899894396656251' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082534744814260300/posts/default/7765899894396656251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082534744814260300/posts/default/7765899894396656251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicksheena.blogspot.com/2009/03/he-drives-me-crazy.html' title='He drives me crazy!'/><author><name>Sheena Tuakoi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01670792844536162572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2nTH3nIjDX4/TgrsbtuV9_I/AAAAAAAABng/9URXoqn-DL0/s220/Memories%2B406.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/Sa3XNVYBTVI/AAAAAAAAA8o/gKkuN67X4kU/s72-c/wife.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082534744814260300.post-6370948317351565081</id><published>2009-03-03T16:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T17:04:56.219-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Riana's Special Day..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/Sa3SBvHxkiI/AAAAAAAAA8I/EliHo9SaAEM/s1600-h/IMG_4129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/Sa3SBvHxkiI/AAAAAAAAA8I/EliHo9SaAEM/s320/IMG_4129.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309130463010460194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday, we were able to attend Angeles and Red's beautiful daughter,  Riana's baby blessing. She is such a beautiful baby! The eating was so cute! Ange and Red's  families did an amazing job! The decor was so cute! Fit for a little princess! And the food??.. Even better! Lol It was a great day, and we are so glad that we were able to share a part in Riana's special day! We love you Riana! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S If your wondering why we didn't get any picture's holding Riana??.. It's cause her dramatic mother wouldn't take her out of her car seat, cause it was too cold! LOL.. So that's the only picture I could get of her! Lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/Sa3TD8xT6aI/AAAAAAAAA8g/KR1kh7Jij8U/s1600-h/IMG_4128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 228px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/Sa3TD8xT6aI/AAAAAAAAA8g/KR1kh7Jij8U/s320/IMG_4128.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309131600545704354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/Sa3SCFbLiJI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/K5GAvkB7TDY/s1600-h/IMG_4130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/Sa3SCFbLiJI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/K5GAvkB7TDY/s320/IMG_4130.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309130468997433490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/Sa3SCZu9LhI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/jR7MTGovJwA/s1600-h/IMG_4135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/Sa3SCZu9LhI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/jR7MTGovJwA/s320/IMG_4135.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309130474449088018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2082534744814260300-6370948317351565081?l=nicksheena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicksheena.blogspot.com/feeds/6370948317351565081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2082534744814260300&amp;postID=6370948317351565081' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082534744814260300/posts/default/6370948317351565081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082534744814260300/posts/default/6370948317351565081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicksheena.blogspot.com/2009/03/rianas-special-day.html' title='Riana&apos;s Special Day..'/><author><name>Sheena Tuakoi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01670792844536162572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2nTH3nIjDX4/TgrsbtuV9_I/AAAAAAAABng/9URXoqn-DL0/s220/Memories%2B406.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/Sa3SBvHxkiI/AAAAAAAAA8I/EliHo9SaAEM/s72-c/IMG_4129.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082534744814260300.post-7313296002223310646</id><published>2009-02-28T22:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T23:14:14.882-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our sister's are here! :)</title><content type='html'>My sister's are here! Candice and Damianah just got in today! I'm so excited to have them here for the week! I've been waiting so long for them to come back to Utah, but they're always trying to avoid my dad! ha ha ha.. Weirdo's! LOL.. I mean, who cares that he's always lecturing them about church, kids, husband/boyfriends, getting a job, getting a GED(Me, Lala, and Damianah..LOL).. He does it all out of love! LOL I know, I've had years of experience! ha ha ha.. So far, our first day has been pretty productive! ha ha Nothing but ab workouts! LOL.. We've been laughing non stop since they got here! I forgot how hard you could laugh with other people, other than your husband! ha ha ha..  Ria couldn't make it, but she is greatly missed! We love and miss you Ria! :).. Lala on the other hand, is stuck in Hawaii! ha ha She was supposed to be here this morning, but she was bumped off the flight yesterday! She's at the airport again tonight, and she was already bumped off the first flight. Now she's waiting to see if they can get on the next and last flight out for the night..:( Her boys miss her and Toa so much! I feel so bad for them, but I'm glad we were able to spend the weekend with my handsome nephew's! :) Hopefully she makes it on the flight! We also have Nick's little sister Lola, and her handsome son Maddox, staying with us! :) I'm so glad they're here too! It's so nice to see what a great mother she is! Her son is such a goofy little boy! He keeps Nick and I, laughing! He is too cute! :) We are so blessed to have such amazing sister's!(blood related or not!!LOL).. We love you all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S Hey, Fay.. Guess who we ran into today??.. We ran into Ruta!! ha ha ha.. It was great seeing her! It's been too long! :) Just thought I'd share that! LOL..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2082534744814260300-7313296002223310646?l=nicksheena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicksheena.blogspot.com/feeds/7313296002223310646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2082534744814260300&amp;postID=7313296002223310646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082534744814260300/posts/default/7313296002223310646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082534744814260300/posts/default/7313296002223310646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicksheena.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-sisters-are-here.html' title='Our sister&apos;s are here! :)'/><author><name>Sheena Tuakoi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01670792844536162572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2nTH3nIjDX4/TgrsbtuV9_I/AAAAAAAABng/9URXoqn-DL0/s220/Memories%2B406.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082534744814260300.post-182082846775153827</id><published>2009-02-26T15:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T15:56:36.805-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So I tried a new style.. LOL</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/SacsADV6m4I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/V1o_NPoI4CU/s1600-h/IMG_4098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/SacsADV6m4I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/V1o_NPoI4CU/s320/IMG_4098.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307259065288268674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's another Baby Bouquet.. I decided to try a different style this time, and I love how it turned out! :) So here it is! I hope you like.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/SacsA_dU4hI/AAAAAAAAA7o/HWpGXyyA-Ng/s1600-h/IMG_4086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/SacsA_dU4hI/AAAAAAAAA7o/HWpGXyyA-Ng/s320/IMG_4086.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307259081425478162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/SacsAiHnQyI/AAAAAAAAA7g/nYM1gfKstuA/s1600-h/IMG_4095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/SacsAiHnQyI/AAAAAAAAA7g/nYM1gfKstuA/s320/IMG_4095.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307259073549779746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/SacsAvG8JDI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/bIhjnAmZmVw/s1600-h/IMG_4091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/SacsAvG8JDI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/bIhjnAmZmVw/s320/IMG_4091.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307259077036614706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2082534744814260300-182082846775153827?l=nicksheena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicksheena.blogspot.com/feeds/182082846775153827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2082534744814260300&amp;postID=182082846775153827' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082534744814260300/posts/default/182082846775153827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082534744814260300/posts/default/182082846775153827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicksheena.blogspot.com/2009/02/so-i-tried-new-style-lol.html' title='So I tried a new style.. LOL'/><author><name>Sheena Tuakoi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01670792844536162572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2nTH3nIjDX4/TgrsbtuV9_I/AAAAAAAABng/9URXoqn-DL0/s220/Memories%2B406.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/SacsADV6m4I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/V1o_NPoI4CU/s72-c/IMG_4098.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082534744814260300.post-3439244497475390095</id><published>2009-02-25T16:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T16:39:44.825-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something Fun.. :)</title><content type='html'>I saw this on my friends blog and I wanted to do the same.&lt;br /&gt;The first five people to respond to this post will get something made by me!&lt;br /&gt;Made with tons of love just for you! It might be a fun sewing project, a sweet letter to you from me, or some yummy goodies, you might be surprised what you get! Give it a try!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The catch?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You must re -post this on your blog and offer the same to the first 5 people who do the same on your blog. The first 5 people to do so and leave a comment telling me they did win a lovely little treat for themselves! Have Fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ready........Set............Go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**P.S. If you would be so kind to leave your address in your comment that would be great!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2082534744814260300-3439244497475390095?l=nicksheena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicksheena.blogspot.com/feeds/3439244497475390095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2082534744814260300&amp;postID=3439244497475390095' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082534744814260300/posts/default/3439244497475390095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082534744814260300/posts/default/3439244497475390095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicksheena.blogspot.com/2009/02/something-fun.html' title='Something Fun.. :)'/><author><name>Sheena Tuakoi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01670792844536162572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2nTH3nIjDX4/TgrsbtuV9_I/AAAAAAAABng/9URXoqn-DL0/s220/Memories%2B406.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082534744814260300.post-3259769595890331197</id><published>2009-02-25T14:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T14:54:39.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'>He's an even bigger boy now!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/SaXLXWGZfWI/AAAAAAAAA64/Or7nWOZeM1I/s1600-h/IMG_4073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 278px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/SaXLXWGZfWI/AAAAAAAAA64/Or7nWOZeM1I/s320/IMG_4073.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306871337855843682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So lately Spencer's been telling us, that he's too big for his Car's themed room now! ha ha ha.. Nick and I, always just look at him like.. whatever son, go away! LOL.. But we just never hear the end of it! He's always saying, it's Sake's room! It's Sake's room! ha ha ha.. Cause Sake, who is our nephew.. LOVES CAR'S, TRUCK'S, and TRAIN'S!.. So we decided we would change his room up. We wanted to go with a cheap, but cool theme! ha ha.. So we decided to go with the Bob Marley/Reggae theme! Nick had alot of Bob Marley things, from when he was younger. So we decided just to go with that.. We worked on his room for about a day and a half, and he LOVES IT! :).. He's always telling us, he's a RASTA MAN! ha ha ha.. It's too cute! We are so HAPPY with the turn out! We are so PROUD of our INEXPENSIVE room makeover! ha ha ha.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/SaXLXi4d7NI/AAAAAAAAA7A/PRW8EWA25T0/s1600-h/IMG_4061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/SaXLXi4d7NI/AAAAAAAAA7A/PRW8EWA25T0/s320/IMG_4061.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306871341287075026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/SaXLXIYg0WI/AAAAAAAAA6w/4Sr59PT3g4A/s1600-h/IMG_4069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/SaXLXIYg0WI/AAAAAAAAA6w/4Sr59PT3g4A/s320/IMG_4069.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306871334173725026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2082534744814260300-3259769595890331197?l=nicksheena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicksheena.blogspot.com/feeds/3259769595890331197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2082534744814260300&amp;postID=3259769595890331197' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082534744814260300/posts/default/3259769595890331197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082534744814260300/posts/default/3259769595890331197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicksheena.blogspot.com/2009/02/hes-even-bigger-boy-now.html' title='He&apos;s an even bigger boy now!'/><author><name>Sheena Tuakoi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01670792844536162572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2nTH3nIjDX4/TgrsbtuV9_I/AAAAAAAABng/9URXoqn-DL0/s220/Memories%2B406.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/SaXLXWGZfWI/AAAAAAAAA64/Or7nWOZeM1I/s72-c/IMG_4073.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082534744814260300.post-4470366248709729243</id><published>2009-02-18T10:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T11:28:42.389-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Daddy Tuakoi! ha ha ha..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/SZxgXL4zq4I/AAAAAAAAA6g/nvkS8vwr5BY/s1600-h/oldies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/SZxgXL4zq4I/AAAAAAAAA6g/nvkS8vwr5BY/s320/oldies.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304220412579916674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to say Happy Birthday to my father in law, Manase Tuakoi! This past month or so, has been a very difficult time for him! He has lost a brother and a sister, all within a 3 week period! I just hope he knows how much we love him! I know at times, I can get really annoyed by this man.. But he has helped us out so much over the years! It may not be financially!.. But he will give the shirt off of his back for anyone and everyone! I've never expressed to him, how much he means to me.. He is like a father to me! I love this old fart, with all my heart! Lol.. I couldn't imagine our lives without him! He is an AMAZING GRANDFATHER! He may have a hard time getting along with his own children?! ha ha ha.. But he LOVES his grandchildren to death! He is such a hard worker, or atleast he use to be! ha ha ha.. He is a great man! And I hope he realizes that! We Love You Manase, and Thank you for everything! :) HAPPY BIRTHDAY! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/SZxfcAofNaI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/QUqCyLDV66M/s1600-h/IMG_3965.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/SZxfcAofNaI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/QUqCyLDV66M/s320/IMG_3965.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304219395946395042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/SZxbbrjNZ4I/AAAAAAAAA6Q/P9Oy_nhriwA/s1600-h/IMG_2775.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/SZxbbrjNZ4I/AAAAAAAAA6Q/P9Oy_nhriwA/s320/IMG_2775.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304214992240600962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2082534744814260300-4470366248709729243?l=nicksheena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicksheena.blogspot.com/feeds/4470366248709729243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2082534744814260300&amp;postID=4470366248709729243' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082534744814260300/posts/default/4470366248709729243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082534744814260300/posts/default/4470366248709729243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicksheena.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-birthday-daddy-tuakoi-ha-ha-ha.html' title='Happy Birthday Daddy Tuakoi! ha ha ha..'/><author><name>Sheena Tuakoi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01670792844536162572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2nTH3nIjDX4/TgrsbtuV9_I/AAAAAAAABng/9URXoqn-DL0/s220/Memories%2B406.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/SZxgXL4zq4I/AAAAAAAAA6g/nvkS8vwr5BY/s72-c/oldies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082534744814260300.post-614346418839395050</id><published>2009-02-14T15:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T10:40:04.661-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We Love You Ota'ota..</title><content type='html'>Isapeli Otoota Ehau Tu'akoi Finau &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/SZxVrVDHThI/AAAAAAAAA6I/s4lMR5aDROY/s1600-h/02_18_Finau_Isapeli.jpg_20090218.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 229px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/SZxVrVDHThI/AAAAAAAAA6I/s4lMR5aDROY/s320/02_18_Finau_Isapeli.jpg_20090218.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304208664008543762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5/28/1945 ~ 2/14/2009 Isapeli Otoota Ehau Tu'akoi Finau died while serving a mission in Tonga for The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints.She was born in Tokomololo, Tonga to Viliami Makamaile Tu'akoi and Lisia Vea. In 1968, she married Suliasi Lilo Finau and they were later sealed for time and all eternity in the Aukland, New Zealand Temple. She moved with her husband and her then five children, to Salt Lake City, Utah in 1979. She was loved by all who knew her. She was always serving God and her family. She served in various callings in the church; her favorite calling was as a primary teacher. She also attended the temple regularly. She served four full-time missions in Tonga throughout her life. Her last transfer has taken her to serve with her Heavenly Father. Her life is a testimony that God lives and that He loves His children. Those who heard her share her testimony felt the truthfulness of it. Her greatest desire is to see all her posterity in the temple of the Lord. Isapeli was preceded in death by her mother, Lisia Vea and daughter Fipe Fetu'u. She is survived by her father, Viliami M Tu'akoi; husband Suliasi L Finau; sisters, Melesisi, Melevi, Meliame, Fine, Sila, and brothers, Sione Kongaika and Manase; and children, Myrna (Bill) Clark, Ngalu (Dean) Huhane, Lynda (David) Brown, Susana (Mike) Ika, Roger (TaNika), Sia (Brett) Hessler, Litea (Ra) Sitake, Soakai, Lloyd Jr, and 20 grandchildren. In lieu of flowers, the family requests donations be made to the general missionary fund of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. A viewing will be held Friday, Feb. 20th, 7-10 p.m. at the Liberty 3rd Ward, 2465 S. 800 E. Funeral services will be held Saturday, 10 a.m. at the Salt Lake Utah Tongan Stake Center, 4440 W. 3325 S. Interment, Redwood Memorial Cemetery. Services under the direction of Redwood Memorial Mortuary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/SZdOmWw1PyI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/zKe1KDbeHqA/s1600-h/7641781384a8641162879l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/SZdOmWw1PyI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/zKe1KDbeHqA/s320/7641781384a8641162879l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302793507104440098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick's beautiful aunt, passed away yesterday. His aunt Ota'ota, was the sweetest woman! She always had such a big smile when we would see her, her smile was so contagious!:) She was such a great women, and definitely someone we all looked up to! Our hearts go out to the Finau family at this time! Our thoughts and prayers are with you all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2082534744814260300-614346418839395050?l=nicksheena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicksheena.blogspot.com/feeds/614346418839395050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2082534744814260300&amp;postID=614346418839395050' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082534744814260300/posts/default/614346418839395050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2082534744814260300/posts/default/614346418839395050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicksheena.blogspot.com/2009/02/we-love-you-otaota.html' title='We Love You Ota&apos;ota..'/><author><name>Sheena Tuakoi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01670792844536162572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2nTH3nIjDX4/TgrsbtuV9_I/AAAAAAAABng/9URXoqn-DL0/s220/Memories%2B406.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/SZxVrVDHThI/AAAAAAAAA6I/s4lMR5aDROY/s72-c/02_18_Finau_Isapeli.jpg_20090218.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2082534744814260300.post-4511930560896196702</id><published>2009-02-14T11:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T12:14:46.231-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cutest thing ever! :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4c5EGD3q7uw/SZchWJuLFyI/AAAAAAAAA4o/WM6FB_66hVU/s1600-h/IMG_3989.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 1
