tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-78717913331369084982024-03-18T20:08:45.007-07:00If you ever wanted to know, you just need to readSayitwithanHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17812415055011143553noreply@blogger.comBlogger34125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871791333136908498.post-5024254543319977662010-07-10T10:46:00.000-07:002010-07-10T11:09:11.235-07:00Flowers Chasing Bees...Oh MySo, one of my mother's favorite sayings regarding dating rituals is "the flower doesn't chase the bee." Hello, thank you early 20th Century dating advice Mom. The flowers these days have grown legs and don't wait around for the bees to find them. They go right up to the beehive, introduce themselves and screen the bees for possible medical history problems, mental illness and STDs.<br /><br />Also, they don't just look pretty for one bee, I mean why do you need one bee when the whole hive would like to get near your stem and piston? Know what I'm sayin. They go to the latest hive hot spots and act like they love all the pollen sports and drink all the fermented honey just like bees. Those of us flowers that still keep our 33 year old roots are left wilting wondering when our next bee is coming. I mean when is the bee that isn't ridiculous coming already right.SayitwithanHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17812415055011143553noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871791333136908498.post-55846888329894270172010-05-17T20:20:00.000-07:002010-05-17T20:26:00.912-07:00Its Been Quite a WhileSo, I am not a good blogger. Sorry about that. My parents are on an LDS Mission, I have been very busy at work. My niece and nephew have moved away. I have new roommates, my aunt and her kids.<br /><br />The other day I was thinking about this blog and thought about my posts and how long it has been. Well, I will try to do better, but I'm not making any promises.<br /><br />The other day I went to a networking event. These things are always awkward, its like going to a job interview. "Hi, I'm Hola. I work at XXXX and I would love to get to know all of you." You can definitely tell who can work a room and who is just coming because they know they should. Social Networking is much easier.SayitwithanHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17812415055011143553noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871791333136908498.post-34814254045072730122009-07-08T18:54:00.000-07:002009-07-08T19:17:57.875-07:00Vote for #6My sister <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Lu'isa</span> just took a photography class from my cousin's wife <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Seini</span>. I love photography and the process. However, I love the old school developing with the chemicals and fixing it. The developing process was always my favorite part along with playing with the light and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">aperture's</span>.<br /><br />She has some of her examples here at <a href="http://www.seinis.com/">www.seinis.com</a>. Click on to the link and vote for #6. I love the angle and the use of color and space. Its soft and subtle. Great job <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Lu'isa</span>.SayitwithanHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17812415055011143553noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871791333136908498.post-78149244640444173022009-05-10T16:01:00.000-07:002009-05-10T16:11:14.324-07:00Mother's DaySome of my friends have said that "every day is mother's day." I'm not sure what that means. Does it mean that every day you are a mother and you're glad? Or, does it mean that every day you're a mother and you're <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">under appreciated (I know the word unappreciated, but I mean under)</span>? I smile and don't say anything. Awkward.<br /><br />I hope those of you who are mother's of young children, know that your children love you and that you are their world, no pressure. Those of you with grown children need to know that, your children love you and you are still their world, even if their world has gotten a little more crowded and sometimes they get busy (Its hypothetical, not me). I love you, Mom.SayitwithanHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17812415055011143553noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871791333136908498.post-11084531640739687622009-05-06T19:31:00.000-07:002009-05-06T19:43:32.784-07:00Oprah and ChickenOprah is amazing. Whether you agree with her politics or think her shows have too many dramatic pauses during the teasers (that's what I think). She knows what women want. Whether its book club reading or giving America a new President. She has an instinct about what women want that many corporations wish they had.<br /><br />This week she gave away FREE Chicken coupons to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">KFC</span>. However, it was "grilled" chicken. So, once again my feelings are mixed. Grilled Chicken and KFC...I think I'll pass. Thank you for the thought Oprah.SayitwithanHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17812415055011143553noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871791333136908498.post-23320074687677771212009-04-26T22:51:00.000-07:002009-04-26T22:58:48.530-07:00Denial is not just a river in EgyptIn let's say...January, I bought a weight watcher scale. I just took it out of the box about a month a go and I just put in the batteries, TODAY! So, I put it on the ground and tapped it, then stepped on it. YES! I have officially re-entered the no weightloss zone. Which means that I weigh exactly the same about as I did last year BEFORE I lost 42.4 lbs.<br /><br />I was in denial that my habits had fallen so terribly. But, its true I am back to square one. I think this is like any goal whether its music, fitness or spirituality. It needs constant diligence to keep something up. Its a let down and I can't believe that I was in denial for so long. Last night I bought the frozen meals, I'm going to sign up again. I need to, its no use pretending I look good or I feel good. Okay, maybe I look good, but I can always look better. ;)SayitwithanHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17812415055011143553noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871791333136908498.post-60961681794710398472009-04-19T23:39:00.001-07:002009-04-20T00:05:20.956-07:00Some things that make me slightly differentBefore you think this is going to be some <span style="font-style: italic;">expose</span> post on my life. Just go ahead and click out. Its not. I was just having conversation with my cousin's wife Felecia and she made a comment that some girls don't like Jane Austen Movies. Which is a shocker to me since my sisters and I love them. So, here are some things that I think might be unusual or make me feel different from many other people. Feel free to share what you think makes you feel different or unusual.<br /><br /><ol><li>Garth Brooks sounded better as Chris Gaines.<br /></li><li>Twix should not have done away with the peanut butter twix.</li><li>I hate guys with long hair, especially pony tails.<br /></li><li>I hate raw onions and sometimes say I'm allergic in restaurants because I don't want them near my food.</li><li>I hate when I hear that they may do away with the penny because, how can I ever come out with exact change. I don't understand.<br /></li><li>When I donate to the "Fill in child's name" for "Fill in organ" transplant fund, wonder if I'm being suckered.<br /></li><li>Like a Hannah Montana song and I'm over 30.</li><li>Wonder if Elvis and Tupac are really alive, I doubt it but still am intrigued.<br /></li><li>Worry about a world that gets more of their news from housewife blogs than from credible journalists.</li><li>I am blogging at 1:00 AM and work early tomorrow.</li><li>Like lists to end in multiples of 5, but also like to break conformity rules.<br /></li></ol>So, tell me what is something that you don't know if other people feel the same way about something as you do.SayitwithanHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17812415055011143553noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871791333136908498.post-89867425391163057022009-03-24T22:47:00.000-07:002009-03-25T14:01:15.818-07:00Death and Taxes...The saying goes that in life there are only two things that you can be certain about, death and taxes. It is a somewhat comforting statement in an uncertain time. We lived in an era where people thought buying and selling homes like we used to sell candy to our relatives for some school organization, was a sound investment strategy. People watch the stock market like its a game of blackjack and that you should move your stocks daily. Fear, becomes our motivation.<br /><br />That is more depressing than an economic depression. So, I would like to say that there are more things you can be certain about than death and taxes. Here is my list.<br /><br />1. <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">McDonald's</span> will always sell a cheeseburger and I will always order it with no pickles and no onions.<br />2. Reality game shows like survivor and the Amazing Race should not show during the dinner hours of 7-8pm. *sound of gagging.*<br />3. I will always wonder how a chain smoker like Anthony <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Bourdain</span> can also be a food critic. Smoking and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">taste buds</span> don't mix. <br />4. I will always yell at the movie screen and close my eyes when the people go into a dark room or go walk alone down an abandoned road. ARE YOU CRAZY!<br />5. Oreo cookies are always better with milk.<br />6. Celebrities will always get divorced and magazines will always cover them on the front page and we will always say, "I could have told you that wasn't going to work out."<br />7. 100 calorie snack packs will never <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">assuage</span> my appetite for the real stuff.<br />8. Money doesn't make people kind or mean. They either are or they aren't.<br />9. I will never understand politics no matter how much I study or think about it.<br />10. I will always love my family and friends no matter how long we go without speaking or seeing one another.SayitwithanHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17812415055011143553noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871791333136908498.post-77487835032240458332009-02-28T17:14:00.000-08:002009-03-01T18:32:03.095-08:00How much does it cost to be pretty???I know, I haven't written in a while and I apologize for the delay. I have been crazy, busy, but really who isn't. This lack of time has made me spend money on things I would have been hesitant to ever consider in the past. I eat out more, I buy clothes without browsing as much and considering the cost. But, last week I bought a pair of tweezers for TWENTY-FIVE DOLLARS!! I couldn't believe how much until I left the beauty supply shop. I thought that the wax I usually purchase had increased. When I looked at the receipt and saw that it was the tweezers, I was floored. It made me think about what am I spending my money on and why?<br /><br />Is it the way that owning something makes us feel or is it really the quality. Take name brand jeans for example. As a 13 year old girl I had my heart set on a pair of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Girbaud</span> jeans. I knew that if I could just have a pair, then I would be happy. I begged and pleaded with my mother for a pair. Finally, Santa heard my pleas and I was given some for Christmas.<br /><br />I felt so fantastic, I wore them almost every other day. However, it really didn't change my social status or my friends thoughts about me. It changed the way I felt about myself. I think sometimes we identify with things like purses and shoes or make-up (I am a recovering <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">sephora</span> addict) to make us feel better. Even our jobs can try to define us.<br /><br />I went to a networking lunch a few weeks ago with new <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">BYU</span> Alumni. I had never been to one before and it was only $8.00!!! Usually I spend a minimum of $25.00. Going to this lunch I realized I have been working with seasoned networking pros for too long.<br /><br />I went to this lunch and the first thing you do at any networking function is to AVOID talking about business, unless you know that person already. Why? Because you have nothing to build on. Business is done through relationships. You have to first have one to build on, otherwise you're just a car salesman. These new alums, the first thing they did was ask me "what do you do?" I of course, knew what they meant and I answered. However, then I began asking them about had they been to an alum lunch before, how long had they been a graduate. They are all hard working kids, who had probably been to very few if any lunches, yet they flashed their cards in my face and asked me about my insurance/investing. They were eager to talk about their "positions." Because they are still new and a title defines them. They've probably never been fired, laid off, downsized or let down--yet.<br /><br />Sometimes we all get caught up and let others define us. We let what car we drive, where we live and even what our church positions define us. We buy $25.00 tweezers because there is no price and you like <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">leopard</span> print. But, its just a pair of <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">tweezers</span>/job/car. A better title to define me is, friend, sister, daughter, best looking person you know. (come on do you really thing I wouldn't crack a joke).SayitwithanHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17812415055011143553noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871791333136908498.post-28187325786412535302008-12-30T17:51:00.000-08:002009-01-02T22:10:18.726-08:00New Years ResolutionsEvery year I make the same resolutions, lose weight, get in shape, run a marathon, pay off debt and graduate from college. This year I lost weight and gained it back, got in shape and ran two 5K's, now I'm out of breath walking up stairs. I finally graduated from College (Thanks for coming Dane, even thought I didn't get to see you) <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">LOL</span> Paid off (with the help of my parents who I'm paying back) all my debt. So, I thought I should make the lose weight goal, get in shape and run a real marathon my goals. BO-RING! I know, so instead of focusing on me, I think I'll make New Years Resolutions for others.<br /><br /><br />MTV - To make music videos or find REAL stars to make reality TV shows about. It was funny with the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Osborne's</span> and we laughed at the first couple of Real Worlds, but seriously. You hit a low with Celebrity Fit club and Dr. Drew Celeb rehab. Lets go back to, oh I don't know, music television. Crazy, I know.<br /><br /><br />Paris Hilton - Retire. We get it your family has money and you are a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">hoochie</span>. No one wants to be your <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">BFF</span> except crazy girls.<br /><br /><br />Stephanie Meyers - write something that doesn't make girls sound <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">whiny</span> and boys sound like dark, obsessive, prone to violence <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">adolescents</span>. I'm still a little bitter.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Brittany Spears - Get it together girl. Millions of dollars and lots of fame and you are still crazy. Life is not drama, you are. Take your <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">meds</span>.<br /><br />Fox TV - you have two good shows, the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Simpsons</span> and House. Everything else is NBC re-runs, whats up with that! <br /><br /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">BYU</span> Football team, can we get a good o-line next year! PLEASE! Help your quarterback.<br /><br />Happy New Years Everyone!SayitwithanHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17812415055011143553noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871791333136908498.post-81434394243041887232008-12-06T16:08:00.000-08:002008-12-06T16:34:08.987-08:00Sometimes I can cook too...My father is an excellent cook. I am a believer that cooking is not hard, however excellent cooking is a gift. I have not been blessed with that talent. However I do make a few things well and I did it by trial and error. So, I'll share one of my famous recipes with you, please keep in mind that I make these dishes by sight and so while I am saying a certain amount of ingredients you may have to add or reduce based on how it looks and the consistency you like.<br /><br />Garlic Mashed Potatoes:<br /><br />This recipe I made up based on an Tyler's ultimate mashed potatoes and Spencer's Garlic Smashed potato recipes that I mixed together. This dish serves either 7 Tongans or 20 <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">palangi's</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">LOL</span>.<br /><br />Ingredients:<br /><br />5lb bag of Golden potatoes - wash them.<br />3tbs of olive oil<br />2 twigs of fresh rosemary<br />3 whole minced garlic cloves<br />2 cups of half & half milk (you can use regular milk, but its not as tasty)<br />1 cup of salted butter<br />2-packages of cream cheese softened<br /><br /><p>wash and then boil (1) Five pound bag of unpeeled potatoes until fully cooked. While the potatoes are boiling, in a separate pan place the chopped cloves of garlic and rosemary twigs and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">saute</span> them in olive oil until lightly brown. In another pot place the half and half milk and a stick of butter and place over medium heat until the milk begins to simmer then immediately remove from heat. Once the potatoes are done boiling remove them from heat and drain the water. begin to smash the potatoes together either in a kitchen aid or with a tool of some sort, combine the potatoes with soften cream cheese. Slowly add the garlic and rosemary with the olive oil into the potatoes while stirring. Then add the milk and butter until you reach the consistency of the potatoes that you like remember you can always add more, but you can't remove it if its too runny. I like mine a little lumpy, but that's just me. Add salt and pepper to taste.</p><p>That's it! Make it and your family will LOVE it! </p>SayitwithanHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17812415055011143553noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871791333136908498.post-81523044897979501782008-11-23T20:29:00.000-08:002008-11-23T20:50:48.287-08:00What doesn't kill us will only make us stronger...I don't buy it.It is with a heavy heart that I report that the mighty <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">BYU</span> cougars...lost, <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">that's</span> the good news. The bad news, it was to to... the *cough* *gagging sound* Utes. What is up with THAT! I would like the Ute fans to remember that I did not rub anything in last year, or the year before.<br /><br />Some people ask why I am such a cougar fan. The only response is that I was raised this way, the right way. In all seriousness, I am glad that we still have something to cheer or get excited about. College sports is a great diversion when the outlook for the economy and job losses can seem so down.<br /><br />A friend of mine, who is a cougar, and I were talking and she doesn't see the point of college football. I was a bit speechless, but here is my response. Competitive sports are traditional in every culture. It is a way of binding a society together. It helps to identify a hero and a villain. Us versus them. People can get aggression out in a way which will help them to move beyond cultural differences and break barriers, sometimes without the violence associated. We can see this in Jesse Owens during the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Olympics</span>, Jackie Robinson and baseball, Tiger Woods and the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">PGA</span>. Societies that aren't necessarily ready to accept change socially can accept it through athletics. Then eventually they will ask themselves, I cheer for them in sports, why can't I cheer for them outside of the sport.<br /><br />Which is why I still like Max Hall. We still had a great season and I'm still a cougar.SayitwithanHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17812415055011143553noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871791333136908498.post-19806263661936315282008-11-18T18:43:00.000-08:002008-11-18T19:01:36.494-08:00I don't have TiVo but I love TVIt seems that everyone has <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">TiVo</span> or <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">DVR</span> these days. I WISH I had either of them. However, I do not. Instead, I watch many of my shows on Sunday on my laptop. I love it!<br /><br />Television viewing used to be either you snooze you lose. However, now people can make their TV fit <em>their</em> schedule. I don't know if this is dangerous idea or not. I'll give you an example.<br /><br />My cousin Larry <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Moeaki</span> (shout out <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">whoo</span>! <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">hoo</span>!) and I lived in my family's home in Provo when I first got back from my <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">LDS</span> mission. He was addicted to two shows at the time, The Practice and The Sopranos. I was not allowed to talk or even think about coming home during those two shows. WHY, you ask because he had formed "The Practice" club. To which he was the only member. On Sunday's I had to either go home to Salt Lake or stay at a friends house. If I did not, for the rest of the week Larry would not talk to me. So, to get around this rule, I petitioned to join the practice club. I wrote a formal letter and all. I was accepted only after a series of what can only be describes as hazing. We did bond and I know I am his second favorite roommate EVER, after his wife.<br /><br />If I had owned a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">TiVo</span> we may not have been able to have those hazing/bonding experiences.<br /><br />I watch the following shows on the poor mans <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">TiVo</span> the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Internet</span> full episodes: Greys Anatomy, Ugly Betty & HOUSE.<br /><br />P.S. Shout out to Jacqueline <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">Crowther</span> (who is not black) my Grey's Anatomy buddy and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">facebook</span> complicated relationship friend. ;)SayitwithanHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17812415055011143553noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871791333136908498.post-77347177631775913732008-11-09T21:04:00.000-08:002008-11-09T21:32:40.419-08:00Bad Boys vs. Good GuysI was having a conversation with a cousin of mine this weekend. She was telling me that she is in love with this guy. He is always drunk, he's a gang banger and basically a "bad boy." She told me that she has always been attracted to "bad boys." While I was trying to tell her about her options and that she can do better, I found myself having <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">dejavu</span>. I have had this conversation with other friends and cousins about "bad boys." Why do women like them?<br /><br />I have no idea. I think it might have to do with the idea of taming them or rebelling. I've always been attracted to good guys. I like the idea that I won't go through an emotional <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">roller coaster</span>. Maybe girls that like bad boys like drama. While we were having this conversation she told me about three other cousins who like bad boys. I guess I'll be having <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">dejavu</span> again.<br /><br />P.S. I promised my cousin Larry <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Moeaki</span> he would get a shout out in my blog. He's a good guy, sometimes. ;)SayitwithanHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17812415055011143553noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871791333136908498.post-83405696965215179882008-11-03T18:58:00.000-08:002008-11-03T19:19:54.525-08:00Am I :D or :( ... emoticons...why I can't type without them. ;)It all began with simple ha! ha! ha!'s at the end of my sentences. Then I started writing <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">lol</span>. Later it was <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">WTH</span>-k. (I try not to swear even in text form, <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">although</span> I am not perfect). Now, I don't know how to type without them or worse...emoticons.<br /><br />I just get nervous and question myself, will they know I'm kidding if I don't write <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"><a href="mailto:LM@O">LM@O</a></span> or ;). A friend of mine who holds degrees in English and French Literature chastised me a while back after I sent her a sarcastic email with a "<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">LOL" &</span> :D at the end of the sentence. She commented that I had become "one of them." By "them" she meant the masses who do not know how to express themselves properly through punctuation and diction.<br /><br />My main form of communication between clients is through email. I usually only speak with them when I am actually in negotiations, even then usually I type to clarify. However, I find that many of them use emoticons in business language. It makes me uncomfortable, however I feel as if I HAVE to return the LOL or <a href="mailto:ROFLM@O">ROFLM@O</a>.<br /><br />It must be indicative of the sarcastic nature of our society that we really can't just say what we mean. Our humor can be so biting and our punctuation so <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">lackadaisical</span> that we can not decipher what the other person means or is trying to say without them adding a :o) or a >:). I enjoy a good joke, but where does that leave our language if we can not properly punctuate. How will we understand one another? Is the English language doomed or am I just going to have to make up new ways of expressing myself. :-P.SayitwithanHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17812415055011143553noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871791333136908498.post-50869250601008328462008-10-27T18:24:00.000-07:002008-10-27T18:34:33.807-07:00Man Hands...yeah that's me ;)So, in a previous post I discussed that a physical feature I like about myself are my hands. What I failed to tell you, is that my hands are pretty big. My friend and work and I laugh about our hands and if you've ever seen the Jerry Seinfeld episode, we call them our "Man hands."<br /><br />I wear a size 9 in ring. YEAH! I know. Crazy. I can't buy any of the nice feminine gloves because one size does NOT fit ALL!<br /><br />I conjure up images of "So, I Married an Axe Murderer" and say "Hand move now" and laugh. One of my mahu (gay male feminine) cousins tried to make me feel better, he said "They are not Man Hands, they are elegant and graceful, like Queen Salote." That's why I love my mahu cousins.<br /><br />I really don't mind that they're big, its funny how some things make you sensitive and others you just brush your shoulder. Now, if they made fun of my old red-framed glasses it would be ON! ;)SayitwithanHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17812415055011143553noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871791333136908498.post-43227707876067018952008-10-14T21:13:00.000-07:002008-10-14T21:41:07.780-07:00Confessions of a Social Network AddictHello, my name is <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Hola</span> and I am a social network <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">addict</span>. It started out as just something fun and casual. I thought, hey all my friends are doing it. It began with a casual profile on <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">myspace</span>. Then my cousins all told me they were on <span style="color:#000000;">bebo.</span> Then all my classmates and siblings were on <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">facebook</span>. Next thing I knew, I was writing on other peoples walls. I couldn't even go a whole day without checking on my phone. While I was in line at the grocery store, I would check on other peoples walls. When sitting in doctors appointments I would be facebook stalking. Then people began poking me. At first, I thought it was strange and then I started to like it. *sobbing* I couldn't stop.<br /><br />I told myself, I could handle it. I mean, I wasn't hurting anyone. All of the games were free. However, I started comparing myself to others. Are we "best friends," are we "soul mates." Who did I need to cut out because our pet peeves are "same difference" or worse..."miles apart." I began avoiding my friends because I know that they would wonder why I did not accept their flowers. *screams* I can only save so much rain forest a day.<br /><br />SO, I lost my phone. (I don't want to hear it) It has forced me to re-evaluate my life. I have had to take a hard long look at how many of my 192 really close friends can I keep in touch. How many pieces of flair really mean something to me. One day at a time. One day at a time.SayitwithanHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17812415055011143553noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871791333136908498.post-27879799228814871642008-10-06T23:26:00.000-07:002008-10-06T23:51:15.123-07:00Am I being too picky????I have an Uncle, well I have many actually. But, this one particular Uncle, <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">every time</span> I see him tells me to tell my mother to stop being so picky. He is referring to my marital status. He thinks I should just get married. As if I can just pick a husband up at the local <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">McDonald's</span>. Well, he actually may not be too far off.<br /><br />This past weekend, I had to open the store as usual. However, I also had to make the bank deposit from the night before. The store opens at 8:30am and the bank opens at 9:00 am. We always try to have two people in the store. I told my cousin I didn't think it would be that busy this morning because of the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">LDS</span> General Conference, later definitely, but only between sessions. So, I told her I would drop off the deposit and I needed to weigh in at <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">weight watchers</span>. I said, it would take me about 30 minutes and I would buy her some <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">McDonald's</span>. She agreed and so I ran my errands. When I pulled into the McDonald's parking lot, the line to the drive in was <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">waaay</span> to long. I thought for sure the line inside would be shorter, plus I try not to idle my car, for the environment and my wallet...ha. Next time I'm going to let the car idle and cause a hole in the ozone. Here is what happened.<br /><br />So, I parked the car and went inside. I was standing in a huge crowd and trying to get to the line. A small hispanic man with a strong accent, told me I could go ahead of him. I smiled and said thank you. Then we proceeded to have the following conversation.<br /><br />Him: Where is your husband?<br />Me: huh?<br /><br />Him: Boyfriend?<br />Me: (When will I learn to lie) *Awkward smile*. No.<br /><br />Him: Do you want a boyfriend?<br />Me: (the lady in front of me kept making the guy repeat back her order, he hardly spoke <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">English</span> and the line was taking FOREVER, I wanted to kill them) Not really.<br /><br />Him: Are you sure?<br />Me: Yeah, I'm good.<br /><br />Him: So, am I. (He started to laugh, ick)<br />Me: ( I Quickly turn to the cashier and give her my order and money and feel sick to my <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">stomach</span> and move to the side to wait for my food. As I am waiting a kid comes up to the man and says, "Dad is the food done yet?")<br /><br />Don't ever be picking up girls at <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">McDonald's</span> while your KIDS are waiting for their food. Am I being too picky...I don't think so. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">Sheesh</span>!SayitwithanHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17812415055011143553noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871791333136908498.post-82359203143902769742008-09-29T19:03:00.000-07:002008-09-29T19:30:29.191-07:0010 Signs You're too OLD for the SINGLES WARD.I attend a singles <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">LDS</span> Ward. For those who do not belong to the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">LDS</span> Faith, many of these wards are to "help" single <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">LDS</span> people go to church with people who have a similar outlook on life and have shared experiences. It can be a good thing, however it is mainly for people in their 20's and there is a time when people may "hint" that maybe you should go to the "regular" <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">family</span> wards. These are all hypothetical, however they may hit close to home for some. The characters and situations are all fictional. ( just needed to add my Law & Order clause in case some of you seek royalties or compensation for public humiliation.) ;)<br /><br />1. The Bishop starts asking members to pray specifically for you to find "a special spirit" during the monthly fast.<br /><br />2. Other ward members start referring to you as "wise" and "more mature" when trying to set you up with THEIR single parent.<br /><br />3. When you go to a church dance you request the DJ to play your favorite song, he smiles at you and says, "I love the oldies too."<br /><br />4. The newly appointed counselor in the bishopric says in his first address to the ward, that he is happy to see some familiar faces. Especially yours because you used to teach him in PRIMARY!<br /><br />5. You mention to your family home evening group that you went to the Cheers bar when you were in Boston, they all look at you with blank stares and judge you for going to a bar.<br /><br />6. The year that you graduated from High School is the year that many of them were born.<br /><br />7. The bishop gives you a calling as Ward Historian, because all of the ward members think that history started with you.<br /><br />8. You attend a new singles ward with your sister/brother and the bishop tells them that its so nice to have their "MOTHER/FATHER" attend church with them.<br /><br />9. You find yourself telling other ward members that you remembered going to the ward with their parents. Good times.<br /><br />10. You make some movie suggestions to the ward activity committee and they turn you down because they don't watch <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">TCM</span> they watch <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">TMZ</span>.<br /><br />Remember this is fictional, I am not that old...I think. ;)SayitwithanHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17812415055011143553noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871791333136908498.post-65811693427321202332008-09-22T22:31:00.000-07:002008-09-22T22:43:26.534-07:00Why I have the greatest roommates in the WHOLE WORLD!I have the GREATEST <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">ROOMIES</span> in the WORLD! Here are some reasons.<br /><br />1. My Roommates share a room and bathroom, I get my own room and bathroom. (Jealous, I know)<br /><br />2. I get along with my roommates "boyfriend" as I like to call him. He is quite the handsome guy, but really not my type. He's so "<span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">patriarchal</span>."<br /><br />3. I'm so comfortable with my <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">roomies</span>, I feel like we've known each other my whole life.<br /><br />4. My roommates charge me the perfect rent rate. It is very affordable.<br /><br />5. My only hang up is my roommates family. They are not always my favorite people. Especially the ones that call from Hawaii. You are 4 hours behind. We're already in BED!<br /><br />That's about all. I hope you all are enjoying your <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">roomies</span> as well. Remember its not the destination, its the journey! That's how you find happiness. ;)SayitwithanHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17812415055011143553noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871791333136908498.post-80823077022725266932008-09-16T18:51:00.000-07:002008-09-16T19:14:21.431-07:00Hawaiian Hut...or Hawaiian NutRecently, I began helping out at my uncle and father's store. It has been very entertaining to say the least. (I'm still at the hotel)<br /><br />So much drama and craziness. If there were bilingual reality shows on Polynesians, it should be Tony's Hawaiian Hut. It would have to be a USA television series, because characters are all welcome.<br /><br />If you come to the store, it is not like <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Wal-Mart</span> or Kmart where you know where everything is. When you come into the store one day, it will be completely changed and remodeled the next day. The store has been remodeled and dry walled more times than I can remember. I laugh at this because the last time we re-painted our house was when it was almost burned down due to my mother leaving a candle lit on the staircase(Maybe another blog, I'll think about it). Before that, it was painted when we moved in...1996. Yeah, I know.<br /><br />It is like watching an episode of Who's the Boss at times. Everyone has an opinion on everything and Tongan's are aggressive on the football/rugby field, not so much with each other. My father, the least of all. My mother on the other hand is a tiger. Do not mess with her.<br /><br />My aunt is the fashion consultant for all the clothing and merchandising. She is very serious about it and does a great job. Her daughter and my cousins help out with the store. They are hilarious and we laugh more than we work sometimes. If you're on the west side you should come and visit us at Tony's Hawaiian Hut...or Nut sometimes I forget.SayitwithanHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17812415055011143553noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871791333136908498.post-20132620501733082262008-09-14T22:00:00.000-07:002008-09-14T22:42:27.397-07:00My Write In Campaign<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMYYkOd9sOnahpBIVSR566MWvxYwMiBOZwQALJ2b3Ie69nofMuP_XmZI2RGg4AfPzQnvxMxCjB08Dd4iWm5HVaH0SXjNHDIReAMpObatwigNfA1qelB3UP6Pi5jioCdaa96JFwELXu8oM/s1600-h/Gov_Romneyfree_image-798232-3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246113193664800146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMYYkOd9sOnahpBIVSR566MWvxYwMiBOZwQALJ2b3Ie69nofMuP_XmZI2RGg4AfPzQnvxMxCjB08Dd4iWm5HVaH0SXjNHDIReAMpObatwigNfA1qelB3UP6Pi5jioCdaa96JFwELXu8oM/s320/Gov_Romneyfree_image-798232-3.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>I think that conservatives deserve a conservative President to protect them from the liberalisation of the world. We all know that Vice Presidents have only two jobs. To inquire on the health of the President and to go to dinner with foreign heads of State. So, all this discussion on Vice Presidential candidate is irrelevant. Therefore I am starting a write in campaign for President. </div><br /><div></div><div>Neo-cons deserve a President Reagan, who cares about foreign war experience. He was govenor of a large State and lead the U.S. Olympics in Salt Lake als, he speaks French. So, he can understand when President Sarkozy is talking about us behind our backs. We know that's what all foreign tongues do is talk about how they hate American.</div><div></div><div>Why waste your vote on someone who in the past has supported immigration reform, which included allowing illegal immigrations a pathway to citizenship.</div><div></div><div></div><div>Eagle Scouts were made for Presidency. I am encouraging all my conservative friends to vote for change and write in Mitt Willard Romney for 44th President of the United States. </div>SayitwithanHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17812415055011143553noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871791333136908498.post-72715921828840651292008-09-07T18:47:00.000-07:002008-09-07T19:27:47.245-07:00I love technology...always and foreverOne of my all time favorite movies has to be <em>Napoleon Dynamite</em>. It still makes me laugh every time I watch it. I know that you are not all fans, for that I am truly sorry, for you. In the movie, Kip sings a song to his "soul mate" <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">LaFawnduh</span> whom he met online. "I love technology...always and forever." The song makes me crack up.<br /><br />The reason I thought of this song is that a while back I went to a salon in Provo and I was speaking to the lady that was working on me. I had gone to her a couple of times, she was getting married and was excited to move out of her singles Stake. She told me that her Stake President had asked the members of the ward to go on a "technology fast." This did not mean that they became Amish or anything, but that they spend time doing other things instead of going to the movies or watching TV or surfing the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Internet</span>. They could do this by speaking to their roommates, reading books, taking walks, etc. They could do things that their job required and could read the paper for news and things. I thought at the time. "I'm glad I'm not in your Stake." However, lately I've been thinking about doing a self-imposed "fast." I think sometimes, I am so bombarded with technology that I forget to connect with people that I care about personally. I text message them all the time. I write on their <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">facebook</span>, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">myspace</span> or <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">bebo</span> walls. Its easier and I can do it on my own time table. I can devote as little or as much time as I want to this conversation.<br /><br />I just was thinking that sometimes having easy accessibility to talk to a person makes us take conversation for granted. All day long, I am on email, messaging, text and online. Having discussions with my family seems obsolete at times, because I read their wall, blog and other family discussions. Maybe this will make me appreciate how disconnected we sometimes are when we think we're "linked." Just a thought. Until then, Peace out Napoleon.SayitwithanHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17812415055011143553noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871791333136908498.post-45870169590345064812008-08-31T19:20:00.001-07:002008-09-04T09:40:23.468-07:00Keeping Up Appearances...I work in a sales environment and therefore I have to dress very conservatively so that I do not distract from the product that I sell. I wear suits and nylons every day at work. It can be a pain, but unfortunately people do care about what I look like. I enjoy my job and so I must conform, even though I would prefer to wear sweats. Which brings me to my topic today of how much do we judge other's appearance and make assumptions?<br /><br />Both of my parents attended Brigham Young University in Provo and Hawaii. My mother earned a masters degree in library science and is very well read. She <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">received</span> her degrees in a language that is not her native tongue. To this day she is very self-<span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">conscientious</span> of her accent and her <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">English</span> diction is better than most Americans who are raised with <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">English</span> as their first and only language. It annoys me when I go to places with her and as soon as people see her and hear an accent they automatically assume they can not understand her. I will illustrate a point by using a personal experience with an Aunt of mine.<br /><br />My Aunt was coming to Salt Lake City to visit and attend a conference. I work in a downtown hotel and therefore I invited her to stay at my hotel instead of where the conference was being held. My aunt has a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Ph</span>.D. She is fluent in English and Tongan. She was checking into the hotel and speaking to her brother who lives in Salt Lake in Tongan. Whether they didn't notice that they were at the counter or what happened prior to coming to the counter, I don't know. The front desk agent began to speak loudly...and slowly.<br /><br />"DO YOU HAVE A RES-ER-VA-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">TION</span>?" To which they replied with an odd look at her,<br />"Yes." they gave her their confirmation number and credit card. They must have begun speaking in Tongan again. Because from what I heard, she began to motion in large sweeping hand movements. "YOU NEED TO SIGN." They signed and started laughing. My friend who supervised the front desk came and spoke to her afterwards and apologized to me. She told me that my aunt spoke perfect <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">English</span>, with a slight British accent (most Tongans in Tonga have British or New <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Zealanders</span> as teachers and it is mandatory to speak only <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">English</span> in schools). I suppose the agent only saw and heard what she wanted to hear. I was horrified, my Aunt just laughed when I apologized, she said it was no big deal.<br /><br />My favorite line in the movie <em>Selena, </em>is when she is discussing with her father what growing up in America is like versus Mexico. Her father tells her "Just because I speak with an accent doesn't mean I think with an accent." I try to avoid making judgements on people based on appearance, however I am human. What about you?SayitwithanHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17812415055011143553noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871791333136908498.post-51882208518730761362008-08-26T21:30:00.000-07:002008-08-27T14:49:54.240-07:00Travel Should Take You Places...I'm <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">BAAAAACK</span>! I just got back from a very fun mini vacation in New York City with one of my dearest friends who is more like a sister to me than just a friend. We saw Mary Poppins, ate great food hung out with my cousin who lives in Boston and a friend I haven't seen in years. It was all great. However, as you know, my blog is not a travel log of my exploits. I mean, it would only be so interesting if it was just a travel log. So, as usual, here are some things I've learned since coming back.<br /><br /><br /><p>1. You need to ask the street vendors if their food is fresh BEFORE you purchase it. </p><p>We found this out when on our first day we bought our beloved roasted coconut. Yeah, not so good if its not fresh. So we asked the next time and were much happier. </p><p>2. Cab Drivers do not know addresses....</p><p>When we were trying to find the Mesa Grill, which was Bobby <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Flay's</span> restaurant, we gave the cab driver the address and he dropped us off at 102st Street we needed to be between 15<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">th</span> and 16<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">th</span> Street. Yeah, we never depended on them to get us to our destination before we <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">mapquested</span> and looked at a map. It saved us a couple of times.</p><p>3. Everyone loves F.A.O. Schwartz....</p><p>Everyone is a kid at heart. People from all over the world assemble in New York City, which is one of the reasons I love it. However, when they are at F.A.O. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Schwartz</span> we are all childlike it doesn't matter what our religion is or where we are from, we all can't wait to see the child's face when we give them our present and are excited to play with their toys. Its all about the kids right? P.S. I loved the BIG PIANO from BIG. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Soooo</span>, fun! ;)</p><p>4. Cell phones can be the bane of our love life and the cell phone dealers our mortal enemies...</p><p>A cousin stayed with us a few days, her cell phone had a problem, it wouldn't charge. She was waiting for a VERY important call. It came, however her phone was DEAD. We went to a dealer to get it fixed. Some 18 year old kid who told us to go to another dealer and refused to help. DORK! I think they shouldn't let kids under 21 in ANY customer service capacity. </p><p>5. Traveling with only one check in bag, is TOUGH!</p><p>Even though my friend and I were only gone for five days, we are ladies and must prepare for any event. Limiting our luggage to under 50 lbs and only with ONE checked bag is torture for us. We had to think twice before all of our purchases and used the bathroom scale to weigh before we left for the airport. We packed and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">strategized</span> in a manner that would make those who prepare to hike K2 (I say K2 because we only <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">strategized</span> seriously the morning we left, so not Mount Everest) proud. Her bag came in at 49 lbs. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">Yay</span>! Mine, they didn't weigh because it looks so small. However, although I believe mine was heavier. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">hehehe</span>! Take that Major Airline Carrier!</p><p>6. Coming home is LOVELY!</p><p>I love to travel and visit friends and places, but coming home to family and friends is always the best. Except when you're room is a mess from packing the morning of because you were preparing for a work talent show. Yeah, that will have to wait for another blog. </p>SayitwithanHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17812415055011143553noreply@blogger.com7