tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-60621039024420652772024-03-08T03:33:26.489-08:00Niva Diva Diariesnivadivadiarieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03697951261115392924noreply@blogger.comBlogger259125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062103902442065277.post-64863093548613678602024-03-07T13:34:00.000-08:002024-03-07T15:14:12.719-08:00Felila Schwenke Tanuvasa<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwqlL7gESiJVGCsShX2rWYhBwRtkEOtn5gtcFKAoTZnR8msy6ZfzaK0Q_4GpyOLwv26OjSXzhjBTRODP0DMJrpiHbb72y9x1HT9nE1QBboviXKBMYoi4r33ykBZMMEz_RtBtRd5LGDSJUK2t2RcwkqfgEo0U200SUWnKy4teIgXDl38tffYDbUgYPXu_g/s1440/IMG_3536.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwqlL7gESiJVGCsShX2rWYhBwRtkEOtn5gtcFKAoTZnR8msy6ZfzaK0Q_4GpyOLwv26OjSXzhjBTRODP0DMJrpiHbb72y9x1HT9nE1QBboviXKBMYoi4r33ykBZMMEz_RtBtRd5LGDSJUK2t2RcwkqfgEo0U200SUWnKy4teIgXDl38tffYDbUgYPXu_g/s320/IMG_3536.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p>My mother's sister, my Aunt Freda passed peacefully on February 08, 2024, in her home, surrounded by her loving children and grandchildren. Although she was a beautiful human being, her exterior was absolutely gorgeous. My Aunt Freda was like a second mother to my brothers and me. We were raised as children in the City of Downey, California. My aunt was fierce, straightforward, highly educated, and deeply rooted in her culture. She was an adventurer, a go-getter, and quite the jet-setter. She had such a beautiful singing voice. She was smart, sharp, and talented. She loved her life. She loved her family, her friends, and her gospel. She was one of a kind. A true gem and a great loss to this world. Her presence will definitely be missed. She was special. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4CwsWKGDZ7CXfXFIw4e5RoJ6p_2-m0URguzxJ0To3WXemfpOQYUm400ISxnYFUPsoGvcOZqP50wHfPMdlumTUe_r9XIYQMlAbylIpJbvX4WlZOEkHyXrMrhZXhv769VXUOYOvQY4qvB7OQ0o-dl-NSotdcyRHs_VlrhrMPbE3Y2gityAIXcn1Vmpw_tQ/s1440/IMG_3537.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4CwsWKGDZ7CXfXFIw4e5RoJ6p_2-m0URguzxJ0To3WXemfpOQYUm400ISxnYFUPsoGvcOZqP50wHfPMdlumTUe_r9XIYQMlAbylIpJbvX4WlZOEkHyXrMrhZXhv769VXUOYOvQY4qvB7OQ0o-dl-NSotdcyRHs_VlrhrMPbE3Y2gityAIXcn1Vmpw_tQ/s320/IMG_3537.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><p>My brothers and I traveled together to LA to bid farewell to our second mother. The woman we remember as our disciplinarian, our supporter, and our cheerleader. It was a hard trip to take because our mother wasn't with us. Our mother is ill in a Rehabilitation Center in Salt Lake City, Utah for Lewy Body Dementia. Her condition is slowly progressing. Her sister Felila was her favorite visitor. My Aunt was always so good at flying out here to be with our mom. During trips she made for her kids and grandkids, she always found time to stop by and see our mother. I would watch as my Aunt would hold my mom's hand and rub her back. They would speak in Samoan about family. My mother loved to talk about their parents, together. If Mom was able to bid her sister farewell, she would've told everyone that they were rivals, always arguing about something. Mom would also let everyone know that she had her back always. She would fight tooth and nail for her sister from anyone and anything. They had a special bond. A funny almost love-hate relationship. Mom would have also thanked her sister for everything. Mom would have thanked Aunty for being our second mom. She would have thanked Aunty for all that she was and the example she always set for our mother. Mom would also tell her sister not to worry about her kids cause if she could she would look after them and make sure they're always fed. Mom would have expressed her undying love for her sister and her endless gratitude for the life her sister lived.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiE9uZUMt1ZELexeU-uMFjyiLfgd9Naj-8OPsb0kFB9hXFQfc0V_XoVdB8di1e3EzVPbymLDEIY0vCKxpv72BO4JeKIOVz2KcyO9fb-koANsALAHVYOFyksztnYLCb39scN9EqDMIDxJ4mobw4OLfHsENvaDWH34piDl5GPuOoogzgHu940ItckaOYdB0Q/s1500/IMG_3538.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1500" data-original-width="1200" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiE9uZUMt1ZELexeU-uMFjyiLfgd9Naj-8OPsb0kFB9hXFQfc0V_XoVdB8di1e3EzVPbymLDEIY0vCKxpv72BO4JeKIOVz2KcyO9fb-koANsALAHVYOFyksztnYLCb39scN9EqDMIDxJ4mobw4OLfHsENvaDWH34piDl5GPuOoogzgHu940ItckaOYdB0Q/s320/IMG_3538.jpeg" width="256" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3i1yLUrVMsHI_la2XjBcdXYzJhu4bqOUqRBvmTQD3FTyVj4_RaxVYXB6HJeHMBoS-Ig10oYC68Y1ta-7DnVmJuLbsUYnEZs-2Sx5wp_aUD3IYF-duCeUTECw55wH3bAJpIEcxr_3p2kt74AYx-hyequ1RHJzVW4holJXacRHPnTE6Pq9vrUCcFNLPb2k/s1254/IMG_3539.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; 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text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhV2TFOIkSXS3CfxthrcMJgEQXakvtSrPy_Ggpl5Vp4tKvkZvcpq40IastHEL8pQI7mUHLoR1JjoWL4evqMLmwmCdrW3Y5-sVFI45f4dH7d_k_vfKo87za5g4r4w6linvYOsQij4ZZDdaUNsdtZLASYl7LGGoWiX4aMEm3Rqkd3F2lG5il3HlW5WOjFKvY/s720/IMG_3552.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="540" data-original-width="720" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhV2TFOIkSXS3CfxthrcMJgEQXakvtSrPy_Ggpl5Vp4tKvkZvcpq40IastHEL8pQI7mUHLoR1JjoWL4evqMLmwmCdrW3Y5-sVFI45f4dH7d_k_vfKo87za5g4r4w6linvYOsQij4ZZDdaUNsdtZLASYl7LGGoWiX4aMEm3Rqkd3F2lG5il3HlW5WOjFKvY/s320/IMG_3552.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><p>On our last visit together, my aunt had called me to meet her at the Rehab Center to see Mom. We met, she spent some time talking with mom and then we left together. Aunty had invited my daughter and me to join her, her two daughters, and her granddaughter for dinner at Olive Garden. As we sat, we caught up on family matters and then she started to tell me a story. Aunty was one of the best storytellers in my life. Her brain held so many stories from her lifetime, from the past. It was insane how much she knew. This story was sad. It had to do with the passing of one of their eldest brothers. It was a complicated situation that left her hurt. I won't spare any details as it includes some family drama. The point is she was hurt. Her feelings were valid. She just loved her siblings so much. As Aunty continued to tell me her story, I witnessed her pain. She cried. It was the first time I had ever seen my aunt so vulnerable. It was a moment for me that could not go unappreciated. The look on her face when she cried, stayed with me. I was upset for her. I grieved with her. I understood her. It was the last time I would ever hug and kiss her. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpu1mkSd_CC403ZdilYKWxv7gPHm5BQo3ICNUya2Ush4xF_dg7GZ5tB0tryFxrL46JHL7-J76zSAWMpCiV-yWWATvkIsHyoV12Jmbr4jq9iRGUDhleD6HDC6Utc1graXc-jUSigVLoVeeMJI4oGIeU0R3MpCIwwhOK2m2j3HFFKROOOnypl5B0T-hFAyE/s1125/IMG_3561.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1108" data-original-width="1125" height="315" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpu1mkSd_CC403ZdilYKWxv7gPHm5BQo3ICNUya2Ush4xF_dg7GZ5tB0tryFxrL46JHL7-J76zSAWMpCiV-yWWATvkIsHyoV12Jmbr4jq9iRGUDhleD6HDC6Utc1graXc-jUSigVLoVeeMJI4oGIeU0R3MpCIwwhOK2m2j3HFFKROOOnypl5B0T-hFAyE/s320/IMG_3561.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQXL0ZeqMov0LvqzgcP1ihrmJtBdD43AUaGbRrA-0A-Gpk-B6vjTRUlwqU2HIi24TAbQe_AAIBCbeyGatqHOLrVe8IeTYzhUU8Ve0OCyc6TFtTFu6rBACnt7_fREm7vIAxcXAOyLg4_sooGlUcKi16xUQtROKcNc4vajvLmByADOI7DHWreOmscuZaKQs/s960/IMG_3544.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="721" data-original-width="960" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQXL0ZeqMov0LvqzgcP1ihrmJtBdD43AUaGbRrA-0A-Gpk-B6vjTRUlwqU2HIi24TAbQe_AAIBCbeyGatqHOLrVe8IeTYzhUU8Ve0OCyc6TFtTFu6rBACnt7_fREm7vIAxcXAOyLg4_sooGlUcKi16xUQtROKcNc4vajvLmByADOI7DHWreOmscuZaKQs/s320/IMG_3544.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><p>As a child, I was a horrible adolescent. I always did as much as I could to cause trouble. Sometimes, even pushed to see how much I could get away with. I was a hardhead. Stubborn like most of the women in my family, on mom's side. Still today, I cannot explain what was going through my young brain. I just remember it always leads to trouble or ends in disaster. As a child going into my tween years, I was a curious child. Curios of the wrong things. I had gotten myself suspended from school so many times for so many stupid reasons, that I'm sure at one point, my aunt felt I was a menace to society. When mom couldn't handle my mess, she would send me straight to her sister. If my dad was not home, it was my Aunt disciplining me. I was so scared of Aunty. Her words could cut through you with a knife. I would rather get spanked by my father than sit through a lecture with Aunty Felila. She was so good at putting me in my place. My mother was the total opposite of Aunty. Aunty was strict and to the point. She could finesse the heck out of anyone. Aunty could make you feel like you're the worst person alive at that moment, all while making you feel so loved by her and everyone else around you. She would tear me down, then pick me up and dust me off. Her words in her own voice stuck like glue. I held everything she ever said to me. As I navigated storms in life, her words played in my head as a constant reminder of life's choices, their consequences, and their rewards. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgt7SyTk9d0HsV0-WA_L2T5PPfWqfeQKJwIjKN3p8ZXdquRZtYjLAztzYCRi0u6a_AA4w8sUoFeOcJx-pDIVjvCwOaVOfLkLF82qaau5PJXjagcbSKXtqtYnA_y17Pc4tGzMHIbasuHtl2ViUP0fr2yEIhQ9ZbjyI-ulIDD93tsLH_7DGjQ-drCjGXnaZQ/s720/IMG_3549.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="540" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgt7SyTk9d0HsV0-WA_L2T5PPfWqfeQKJwIjKN3p8ZXdquRZtYjLAztzYCRi0u6a_AA4w8sUoFeOcJx-pDIVjvCwOaVOfLkLF82qaau5PJXjagcbSKXtqtYnA_y17Pc4tGzMHIbasuHtl2ViUP0fr2yEIhQ9ZbjyI-ulIDD93tsLH_7DGjQ-drCjGXnaZQ/s320/IMG_3549.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvoGHAUwP-yYPDCq_40Av4ws2zpZWb6OPtyIn9GZv9HM7jpFcSYWcS_1RtCcWv4EWkCq7Kg_rJGGDsGVV5wnhciqoqtphJVws4pDY85isjJjMM5IN3n4c6Okx_kGRlvOem7V5zRwpZ6AmLlEYeNYQNdirVo5U8oPa3AyvBP3ei33Dmmp3ay_f8bgfnD1o/s720/IMG_3550.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="540" data-original-width="720" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvoGHAUwP-yYPDCq_40Av4ws2zpZWb6OPtyIn9GZv9HM7jpFcSYWcS_1RtCcWv4EWkCq7Kg_rJGGDsGVV5wnhciqoqtphJVws4pDY85isjJjMM5IN3n4c6Okx_kGRlvOem7V5zRwpZ6AmLlEYeNYQNdirVo5U8oPa3AyvBP3ei33Dmmp3ay_f8bgfnD1o/s320/IMG_3550.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrLg5RqUO-QdUlj7GE4v4irpzI5AD70KaJV6QKvD9AQ081mu8BDsBlg7S-cDdB5ou49NB4EyuWTTT8k8Y9841GkOJeqohjXW5DI5shLpoLKG4TqhCFgOE9hV5Vt-6zvWN3QhEO32Uk1xHtH4OMnibtPyvgFit41x7e-0m2XZTtvjdk5fRE3_G6mc-W9hA/s640/IMG_3555.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="640" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrLg5RqUO-QdUlj7GE4v4irpzI5AD70KaJV6QKvD9AQ081mu8BDsBlg7S-cDdB5ou49NB4EyuWTTT8k8Y9841GkOJeqohjXW5DI5shLpoLKG4TqhCFgOE9hV5Vt-6zvWN3QhEO32Uk1xHtH4OMnibtPyvgFit41x7e-0m2XZTtvjdk5fRE3_G6mc-W9hA/s320/IMG_3555.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguVJVUJ_d5fy-JJbA4BUq9b2lHexAnM_uDfMWoSJ08w1OPVODpUNoXI94rjDn5OEtVMZNc9MubgDgNNuic66v0-Eb_3o9_G7iS8KMtz4SzY7yLIDHaFWK78QeyPRBic2O9iOih2I_oj4fU5PKYQksv4d_HSyayn1Av66M-L__meaUA88mVvh3IwApGM00/s640/IMG_3559.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="640" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguVJVUJ_d5fy-JJbA4BUq9b2lHexAnM_uDfMWoSJ08w1OPVODpUNoXI94rjDn5OEtVMZNc9MubgDgNNuic66v0-Eb_3o9_G7iS8KMtz4SzY7yLIDHaFWK78QeyPRBic2O9iOih2I_oj4fU5PKYQksv4d_HSyayn1Av66M-L__meaUA88mVvh3IwApGM00/s320/IMG_3559.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><p>During my last conversation with Aunty, I had already been made aware of her diagnosis. I Facetimed Aunty to speak with Mom because her health would not allow her to fly back over for a visit. Aunty was really good at keeping up with her siblings, especially my mom. They talked for what seemed like hours about Samoa and their family. After they spoke, it was my turn. Me and Aunty talked for a long while about Mom's condition, possible treatments, and everything she hoped for Mom. Aunty always asked the right questions and was so good at researching things. I could tell Aunty really missed my mother when she was normal. We also spoke about Aunty's diagnosis and treatments that she was looking into. She was so optimistic and hopeful. However, when I looked at her face, I could see how tired she was. You could tell my dear Aunty was sick, but her beauty was exquisite. Aunty had lost weight and it was obvious her cancer was aggressive, but her face was brilliant and her skin still glowing. She always had dazzling sharp features. She was always from birth up to the day she left us a catch. Aunty wasn't just good-looking, she was attractive. I remember thinking, during our Facetime, I hope to look half as good as Aunty when my time comes. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9m_Zs8uMFjVe7iYVTzPpzTmtUx-V2tDqmkJELO1Qb_rxBq-_CcwsBXsr9RbR5XvrivrnYPJnquF5BSuCrdLZeRQWvCyn-1BVs_rUD5XOQffdfg-jk2WNnGsjKYALgl3wlbKvODy99ktuH1lVkhl54oGVWI4ADmLSGIRuWIgH28vO0C6NLFY0FItCRLY8/s720/IMG_3547.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="540" data-original-width="720" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9m_Zs8uMFjVe7iYVTzPpzTmtUx-V2tDqmkJELO1Qb_rxBq-_CcwsBXsr9RbR5XvrivrnYPJnquF5BSuCrdLZeRQWvCyn-1BVs_rUD5XOQffdfg-jk2WNnGsjKYALgl3wlbKvODy99ktuH1lVkhl54oGVWI4ADmLSGIRuWIgH28vO0C6NLFY0FItCRLY8/s320/IMG_3547.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrVSdPduNb8ZWHQRa6dGDN-6QQPDt98Yn0vo8scKN1fo6cRTW2KrWkHAd52xMNgxmG9XbGURvBL2k5DXl472DS1HmY7WA1Q7RDcjGxup69ZSGkUS9FLdOLQJO-39xCdd7OrSeOrSh3jhKMZI-_uB0q2l9qfkCUCE_IYdawZwgOzYKcLreKTreW48mqTTc/s640/IMG_3554.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="640" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrVSdPduNb8ZWHQRa6dGDN-6QQPDt98Yn0vo8scKN1fo6cRTW2KrWkHAd52xMNgxmG9XbGURvBL2k5DXl472DS1HmY7WA1Q7RDcjGxup69ZSGkUS9FLdOLQJO-39xCdd7OrSeOrSh3jhKMZI-_uB0q2l9qfkCUCE_IYdawZwgOzYKcLreKTreW48mqTTc/s320/IMG_3554.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFXWkhn6w1tNx-AGI-6YBrKPb_FmlBRc9jSG_7v3mZrfIv83QHLeOSDMICSulcyugHWSuhwS8AM9HQmLqtQLrhl2ennZ2Ch9zd7zgjYHV4cqvPQ8T6e0gG41z0BfwOf-vHHvdKWu1UgtO9HfZFRyTw-BtwURIIcVwZ8QE1R9bkjxBvqnV7twdG_n5pq3Q/s797/IMG_3557.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="797" height="257" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFXWkhn6w1tNx-AGI-6YBrKPb_FmlBRc9jSG_7v3mZrfIv83QHLeOSDMICSulcyugHWSuhwS8AM9HQmLqtQLrhl2ennZ2Ch9zd7zgjYHV4cqvPQ8T6e0gG41z0BfwOf-vHHvdKWu1UgtO9HfZFRyTw-BtwURIIcVwZ8QE1R9bkjxBvqnV7twdG_n5pq3Q/s320/IMG_3557.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><p>Her last words to me were to go back to church. She told me I had everything most women dream of. A home, a supportive loving husband, and a beautiful child. She said all I was missing was God in my life. She told me not to sell myself short of the blessing that comes with the gospel. She told me I had a beautiful life, that could be enhanced by Christ. She reminded me that the Atonement was there for me anytime I needed. She told me how much she always loved me. She kept saying she loved me. She asked me to take good care of Mom and to visit her often. She even told me that she would call, as she normally would to pester my uncle Paul, their younger brother to be there for my mother too. She was always so concerned about Mom. I felt and knew she loved me. It was never a question. She was always so proud of my marriage, my child, and how far I came away from my rebellious ways. She never missed a moment to tell me she loved me, my husband, my daughter, my brothers, and my mother. Aunty was good at expressing her love for us all. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimN-NvitxVCDIPPZpW1GlKEcJRdqzgcqj1gxtvGuryqOeyNiCHCNpDUIeyknvrpjBvjpSwdNhKiVm2SvMWhWAiXZF4kMftXe-o9Rm_Dz4GG_PQitKZKpX_l51ls_hd9sdR9DufxM-_wrkYMr31rb43zqgHZ-5pS3TO_c1NN1X-1T7n6o63mo2LPLdUQvo/s720/IMG_3543.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="540" data-original-width="720" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimN-NvitxVCDIPPZpW1GlKEcJRdqzgcqj1gxtvGuryqOeyNiCHCNpDUIeyknvrpjBvjpSwdNhKiVm2SvMWhWAiXZF4kMftXe-o9Rm_Dz4GG_PQitKZKpX_l51ls_hd9sdR9DufxM-_wrkYMr31rb43zqgHZ-5pS3TO_c1NN1X-1T7n6o63mo2LPLdUQvo/s320/IMG_3543.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj51t8ZOE-fsWdk2daa2dWwTQT06rvfyys8YTWSFPaDwY5W2L_Ybd5R9MK9WXYvaFC4_DXB9zI9BCqlu1SbhmvOTHWnEqQ_6ilDI4UTUcD2z9m912IJc_h0IXShCpxgCWpSviad31Vrz-SBWm9sCMRUtEJMhObnVY5Na9WrwCSENppZ5LWrUuHYX110NxQ/s1080/IMG_3556.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="851" data-original-width="1080" height="343" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj51t8ZOE-fsWdk2daa2dWwTQT06rvfyys8YTWSFPaDwY5W2L_Ybd5R9MK9WXYvaFC4_DXB9zI9BCqlu1SbhmvOTHWnEqQ_6ilDI4UTUcD2z9m912IJc_h0IXShCpxgCWpSviad31Vrz-SBWm9sCMRUtEJMhObnVY5Na9WrwCSENppZ5LWrUuHYX110NxQ/w436-h343/IMG_3556.jpeg" width="436" /></a></div><p>I've always looked up to her for her courage. Her hard work. Her education and how much data she could contain in that beautiful brain of hers. I was always so proud of all her accomplishments, and she sure mastered so much in her lifetime. Her drive was like nothing I've ever seen or heard of. Growing up I saw her as our family problem solver. She was the one everyone would go to when they touched down in LA. She took care of our family members. Paid for things she didn't have to but would because she always wanted to help. She was the person in our family everyone went to for help. She's helped an endless amount of individuals in countless scenarios, whether they were related by blood or not. I witnessed her be such a great friend to schoolmates, girlfriends from her past, neighbors, church members, and other acquaintances. She was excellent at keeping in touch and keeping up with everyone. She always had good advice to give. I can't ever remember a time when she wanted credit for the things she did. She wasn't much of an attention seeker. She kept her services to others quiet. She never bragged about the help she gave. She was far from boastful. She lived with class and poise. I used to love just watching her be her. It would teach me what type of woman I wanted to be. She was the speech police. She used to correct my speech, pronunciation, and enunciation of words. I always appreciated it because I never wanted to sound stupid in front of anyone. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiob_pc49ytlVFlto4Z5Uf8ipt39rhakxmW5xGZEccIKTHuy39kyXb-q1GtzC6B9YKhbUm-guuDpgynW_1t7Un9t5yETMlNZnRvr5vuRcvBx3W0gmsCS2WNfefuIBOP379FlH1TJvY7f5NAozNneAYgGkzB62LyvyxtVrqmh8O4XnuIi_8nnn1CD76sniI/s960/IMG_3545.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="929" data-original-width="960" height="310" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiob_pc49ytlVFlto4Z5Uf8ipt39rhakxmW5xGZEccIKTHuy39kyXb-q1GtzC6B9YKhbUm-guuDpgynW_1t7Un9t5yETMlNZnRvr5vuRcvBx3W0gmsCS2WNfefuIBOP379FlH1TJvY7f5NAozNneAYgGkzB62LyvyxtVrqmh8O4XnuIi_8nnn1CD76sniI/s320/IMG_3545.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpU3kAZO30jGEIlwc8z3B7G7hfGpZSihwZoS8jFMY3aBUzPibtdr_qE5ExfP7yAcyb2gmENobw4NzYk5cgqX3VB7AmnutgcYdq9pNlthV1qD9v7CvLP5KrarMXJRQjXPFldNrfGN5s176l9-dRxvYEjb04nvVoLCNo96oPmX4AuUCrdTTxPtCW2tYE8uI/s720/IMG_3548.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="447" data-original-width="720" height="199" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpU3kAZO30jGEIlwc8z3B7G7hfGpZSihwZoS8jFMY3aBUzPibtdr_qE5ExfP7yAcyb2gmENobw4NzYk5cgqX3VB7AmnutgcYdq9pNlthV1qD9v7CvLP5KrarMXJRQjXPFldNrfGN5s176l9-dRxvYEjb04nvVoLCNo96oPmX4AuUCrdTTxPtCW2tYE8uI/s320/IMG_3548.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><p>I just want to end by saying how much loved and adored my beautiful Aunty Felila. I feel so blessed that she was a huge part of my life. I looked up to her so much. I always thought my aunty would live to be 100 because she was health-conscious and always took good care of herself. I used to think she was superwoman and that one day I'd be a lot like her. I admired her and her husband's love story. I miss them as much as I miss my own parents. My mother may still be here, but dementia has a way of making you mourn someone alive. When I felt I lost my mother, Aunty was there. She made me feel like I still had a mother in her. I'll miss her smile, her sweet voice, her hugs, her phone calls, her visits, her guidance, her stories, her laugh, her love, her presence. I know I need to stop crying for her and continue to celebrate her. I feel that her reunion with her husband and everyone who's passed has probably been the sweetest reward for how magnificently she lived. I want my aunty to know I will stop mourning her passing and my mother's condition. I will be a better daughter and visit Mom regularly as she would have me. I make sure mom never has to want for anything. My promise to my Aunt is that I will always be here for her kids, in any way they need. My door will always remain open for them. I will always make sure the girls are good. They are the sisters I never had. I promise my Aunty that although I do not wish to return to church, I will always keep our Heavenly Father in mind. I will always try to make righteous choices. I will continue to say my prayers and I will continue to love those around me. Thank you Aunty for always loving me and my brothers like we were yours. Thank you for loving my mom and always seeing past her ways, for always wanting better for her. Thank you for inspiring us to be and do better. Thank you for singing so beautifully at Dad's farewell, a moment that stayed with me throughout the years. Thank you for not judging me, when I wasn't my best self. Oh, how my heart hurts and my eyes cry. Thank you for always wanting the best for me. I love you so much, Aunty. Til we meet again. </p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYxZTCBr31BG2EtPCGhxJZwajknboeJyJASaRy4PA3Afy0zdKDBXKeKF3A1E_-aM69HmHPrV0oHa7SAl8Wdb6utTkPNIA8OEILTgsf4PwRi1BTRl5e7NZw7_HtAvmctGbjcXzBJNYxjH2pmQWxOsZy9KPm3ZDjzLodAAQZ7TtzybRmqJDLDflt8Osiojs/s925/IMG_3562.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="925" data-original-width="740" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYxZTCBr31BG2EtPCGhxJZwajknboeJyJASaRy4PA3Afy0zdKDBXKeKF3A1E_-aM69HmHPrV0oHa7SAl8Wdb6utTkPNIA8OEILTgsf4PwRi1BTRl5e7NZw7_HtAvmctGbjcXzBJNYxjH2pmQWxOsZy9KPm3ZDjzLodAAQZ7TtzybRmqJDLDflt8Osiojs/s320/IMG_3562.jpeg" width="256" /></a></p>nivadivadiarieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03697951261115392924noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062103902442065277.post-22418009820065878202021-01-14T18:14:00.001-08:002021-01-14T22:17:57.465-08:00Earliest Recollections of my Mother.<p dir="ltr" id="docs-internal-guid-a53eb200-7fff-c96d-6941-c6eafcdbc900" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br></span></p><p dir="ltr" id="docs-internal-guid-a53eb200-7fff-c96d-6941-c6eafcdbc900" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br></span></p><p dir="ltr" id="docs-internal-guid-a53eb200-7fff-c96d-6941-c6eafcdbc900" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br></span></p><p dir="ltr" id="docs-internal-guid-a53eb200-7fff-c96d-6941-c6eafcdbc900" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">My mother was born in Western Samoa in January 14,1959. She has always been the MVP of our family. She married my father on November 11, 1979, in Salt Lake City. My parents had me the following year. We moved and I know I was a difficult child. My mother never understood why. She just tried her best to deal with me. She loved me. She was a great mother. My memories of my mother as a child are priceless to me. I was the eldest of three. I was also the only girl. I was my mother’s little helper. Certain circumstances I had experienced as a child, put me on a difficult path. </span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">As far as I can remember my mother tried to understand me. There were things about myself, I wasn’t ready to share with my mother, even at six years old. She tried as best as she could to see me, understand me, then offer as much help as she could. Even at such a young age, I fought for the safety of myself and my siblings. It was difficult but hard to prove, I didn’t need any child-sitter watching us. My mother did her best to ensure comfortability in my life. Although she didn’t understand my behavior, she always shared her own experiences as a child. She would always find common ground, in anything that would interest us both.</span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I did everything I could to stay home, after school, instead of the babysitter. My mother taught me how to make food for myself and my brothers. This consisted of bologna and cheese or peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. It was simple enough. She made formula bottles, and taught me how to warm them, using the kitchen timer. She made it very clear to me that the world wasn’t always safe. She stressed the importance of keeping the front and back doors locked, not to be opened to anyone. My mother took every precaution to ensure a safe spot for me to watch myself and my brothers. I remember strict instructions to ensure no fatal accidents at home. </span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">When we left one county for another, things seemed safer. I got to witness my mother flourish. She was in her twenties. She had so much energy. She was always a great cook. I’ll never forget the different recipes, she would try. She would always put her own little twist on the dish. She would tell me that she was adding love to the dish, to make it her own. I’ll never forget the crafty days, I used to have with my mother. We would bake desserts and make decorative items by hand, to deliver as gifts. We tried all different kinds of treats. If mom loved it, we tried it. If we loved it, mom would list the treat as something to make for fun. We’d get to enjoy the treats, before delivering them to our loved ones and the community.</span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Dad was always away, as a child. It was usually, just us and mom. It wasn’t a huge deal. Mom always knew how to hold her own. She was always working. Although, most of my adolescent years, she was working for different school districts, she always ventured out of that field, just to challenge herself. There was even a time when she was working at the Herbalife building, downtown Los Angeles. She made really good money there. However, it wasn’t where she wanted to be. Anytime, mom needed more money, she picked up side hustles.She picked up so many part time jobs, to ensure her kids were taken care of. Some of the side hustling, included deli services at the local Albertsons, seasonal sales associate at the local See’s Candies, or even early morning newspaper routes. It didn’t matter as long as she was given an opportunity.</span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Mom used to love motion pictures as a child. She would take to the movies or to the local Blockbuster & Hollywood Videos, to rent VHS tapes. Our favorite was scary films. We would rent so many, then build forts in the living room. We would spend the entire weekend chillin in our mountain of blankets and snacks. Mom also enjoyed going to the Cinema Theatre. For a time, there was only the four of us. It was typically myself, my two younger brothers and our mother. We would sneak snacks into the Cinema Theatre. If we wanted our cousins to join us, she would take us to the drive-in theatre. We were always entertained. </span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Mom even gave us each a weekend, to choose an item at a store of our own choosing. I would always choose posters and cassette tapes of my favorite musician. My brothers always had a series of toys, whether it was TMNT or Ghostbusters, she allowed us to explore our own preferences. She would be so happy just to see us kids get excited. She was always so open to the possibilities of us. We had so much fun with our mother. </span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I remember all the fun places she took us as kids. She was so adventurous. She made friends outside of our church community, our family and our culture. She had a few best friends. We used to meet up to attend football games, visit theme parks, and take trips to experience places, site seeing, historical sites, and other fun activities. There were a few places & moments I can recall off the top of my head. We went to football games to watch the sons of her friends play. We traveled to Bear Mountain to go ski. I ended up just sledding with the younger kids because I didn’t pack the right clothes for the trip. It was an adventure I’ll never forget. </span></p><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">My mother was so resourceful. She knew the ins and outs of almost every avenue, to take for assistance from the government. Mom was one of the few siblings, who did not get an education. She didn’t even complete high school in the earlier years. She later got her G.E.D. equivalency til after Dad passed. She was almost 40 years old. She enjoyed working for different school districts, in Special Education programs. She had a huge love for disabled children. I remember seeing in her element, at work. The compassion she had and care she took, for them, was something that always made my heart full.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I have so many memories of my beautiful mother. There is so much to share about this gorgeous soul. I know there is more about her I want my own to know. These are my experiences of my mother. To be cont. </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br></span></p><img width="100%" src="https://drive.google.com/uc?id=1Ad9PW0SN_XfWk5UgIEK4DNh2ITJRb6Qe">nivadivadiarieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03697951261115392924noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062103902442065277.post-28363813753677269242020-08-17T09:03:00.002-07:002020-08-17T09:14:55.133-07:00Dear Diva Diaries,<p><span style="color: #ff00fe; font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSSE1DBX-EQ4BNsE48ngyXGMe1EHr38BviYM66xd04VBJejVVAfjb_bsfjssgZzNZjAK65dMigWtvYUwReiGGdfr6rjY5snR1prWX-TYuaTrmer07Sr3DEV2eLytJqfIioEjySC1H1mqA/s563/46870b3a81a468e8feb93866757e311d.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="527" data-original-width="563" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSSE1DBX-EQ4BNsE48ngyXGMe1EHr38BviYM66xd04VBJejVVAfjb_bsfjssgZzNZjAK65dMigWtvYUwReiGGdfr6rjY5snR1prWX-TYuaTrmer07Sr3DEV2eLytJqfIioEjySC1H1mqA/s0/46870b3a81a468e8feb93866757e311d.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /><br /></div><span style="color: #ff00fe; font-family: arial;">Love, </span><p></p><div><span style="color: #ff00fe; font-family: arial;">Me</span></div>nivadivadiarieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03697951261115392924noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062103902442065277.post-36602956640051125652014-05-18T15:50:00.003-07:002020-08-17T07:48:28.282-07:00Back II Blogging<span style="color: white;"><span color="" style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 19px; line-height: 24px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">It has definitely been a while since I last blogged, and I do miss it. I love to write. I feel better about voicing myself through writing then any other form of a expression and comparable to the gym or gun range, it's therapeutic for me. </span><span color="" style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 19px; line-height: 18pt;">Much has occurred since my last entry. We've moved a few times, only to temporarily reside in Salt Lake area. It's been a journey, however our plans to move back to Utah County are currently in development. We are here in West Valley, for the sake of our daughter's progression and growth at Mana Academy Charter School. </span></span><div style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); font-family: uictfonttextstylebody; font-size: 19px; line-height: 24px;"><span style="color: white;"><br /></span></div><div style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); font-family: uictfonttextstylebody; font-size: 19px; line-height: 24px;"><span style="color: white;">My brother's would agree that I tend to over share, but it is all to ensure closure, without any misunderstandings, of the person I am and my intentions. So, I have decided to begin blogging again with the certainty of telling my story. As an honest hard working mother of a gorgeous (tween) pre-teen, a wife to a beautiful soul, a sister to duo success stories, a Rheumatoid Arthritis patient, a go getting risk taker, and a regular gym rat, I am constantly, adapting, blooming, and gaining a better understanding, from day to day trials and triumphs. I feel closer and closer to becoming the women I want to be. It is our freedom to share our moments, our thoughts and our experiences. This is my story, and I chose to share it with everyone. :) </span></div><div style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.7); font-family: uictfonttextstylebody; font-size: 19px; line-height: 24px;"><br /></div>nivadivadiarieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03697951261115392924noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062103902442065277.post-44248703956182986432012-09-26T23:56:00.002-07:002012-09-26T23:56:20.000-07:00Love our growing Family!Last Saturday was an eventful day. Our dear brother Jerome Bernard married his love Tupu Reid at the Timpanogas Temple. We were fortunate to enjoy such a lovely reception, held in their honor, by the brides family. My brother Jerome is my Mother's Husband Lose Bernard's son. We had such a great weekend with family & friends. Along with my other siblings here in Utah, I also got to enjoy the company of my brother Peter, his girlfriend Charlene, my sister Pearl, her son Kaimani and cousin Puni, all from Washington. Unfortunately, I didn't take as many pictures as I wanted to, but here is what I did capture...<br />
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Congrats to the Newlyweds! May your days together be built on a firm foundation of forgiveness, kindness, sacrifice, respect, admiration and unconditional love for one another. We love you both so much and wish you nothing but the best! Tupu Dear, welcome to our big Brady Bunch!</div>
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<strong><span style="font-size: large;">Had such a blast, but posted most of what I can remember on my </span></strong><a href="http://vivalanivadadiva.blogspot.com/" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"><strong><span style="font-size: large;">fitness blog</span></strong></a><strong><span style="font-size: large;">, which I plan on focusing most of my blogging & writing time. However, I just wanted to share a few of my pictures from one of the funnest days, I have ever had since my love for Zumba. </span></strong></div>
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<strong><span style="font-size: large;">Yes, we had a blast! I was excited we were invited to battle with EMZ and I even had the opportunity to share how Zumba had changed my life and what Zumba means or is to me. I'm loving all the new ZIN40 numbers and the routines brought back from the 2012 Zumba Convention! </span></strong></div>
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nivadivadiarieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03697951261115392924noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062103902442065277.post-16641792715491608322012-08-31T00:43:00.001-07:002012-08-31T00:43:16.272-07:00BOOGYDOWN B-TOWN<span style="font-size: large;">I know I refer to it as our, "Bummer Summer in Bizzy BMore", but that was labeled by my own personal experiences. I don't blame anyone for having a, "Not as Expected" type of summer, but myself. We had our UPS and we had our DOWNS. However, I don't regret any of it. It was a learning experience. An eye opener which taught me many things and made me appreciate everyone back home. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">We took a huge risk in storing our things and leaving our home. I realized there were so many things I could have done to differently to better prepare for an experience like that. I do miss the people we have worked with. The Baltimore office definitely had an amazing team of people. The trainings and work, taught my husband and I so much about ourselves. endurance, strength and other skills and talents were tested. It may not have seemed so at the time, but we really did learn how to apply ourselves, in anything we do. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Although, I personally felt our trip, messed up my body, it was definitely an adventure. I have come to realize that life is too short to settle. My husband and I have had the big home and nice furnishing and decor (been there, done that) and felt it was time to make more memories, time to move on. Time to really enjoy life, because the materialistic things and collectibles items can not leave this life with us, when our clock runs out. This life offers so many places to see and much more people to meet. </span><br />
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Baltimore, Maryland experience selling Safeguard for Silverline gave us a summer memories that I know I will always cherish. Especially, our time together at the end of every crazy day, sharing and talking stories in our apartment about our day and the crazy people we encounter. The competitions on Friday Fun Day. The kai po moments we had with our knock knock partners. This was a summer, we will never forget. Our first year, surviving the crazy heat, humidity and crazy people. </div>
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I have a brief moment to breathe, before being thrown back in the rush of LIFE. I'm so grateful for how busy my life has got, because it keeps me going. It keeps me smiling, moving, positive and happy. Staying busy, keep me from beating myself up. It keeps me from the negativity of my own doubts and it keeps me from worrying or caring about what others think of me. I admit, I have a very dark side of me. A side of me I hate and sometimes can't control. I thank my family, my friends and most importantly my husband for keeping me safe from self destructing, at times.<br />
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My husband will be leaving in less than a month, to the other side of the country and I can't stop thinking about what I'm going to do without him. :o( He's my better half, he's the better spouse, the better everything. Like any wife, I'm going to miss his touch, his voice, his scent, his priesthood, his presence. Most of all, I'm going to miss his loving and caring help with his cripple wife. Tears continue to flow and he hasn't even left yet. :o(nivadivadiarieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03697951261115392924noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062103902442065277.post-82362317646674533252012-04-02T17:01:00.000-07:002012-04-02T17:01:04.250-07:00On a scale of 1 to 10 my Level of Pain today is an ELEVEN!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />nivadivadiarieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03697951261115392924noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062103902442065277.post-79487641568766336102012-03-27T15:30:00.000-07:002012-03-27T15:30:37.221-07:00Day by Day...I've been really busy with things and continue to neglect my blog. I cannot promise to be proactive with this, but to try. I'm going to try to post at least a little something something each day by giving my days a Theme... I guess. LoL! I don't know but as time passes and with each blog post, you'll catch on to the pattern. Hehehehehe! I got love for you blogging buddies and I really do enjoy your posts, so I want to try to open up more and let you in my life as well. Let's see if this works out for me. LOL! (starting next week, for sure)<br />
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Manic but Meaningful Mondays - Lessons Learned<br />
Tell All Tuesday - My feelings & experiences<br />
Wimsical Wednesday - Thoughts, Dreams, Goals.<br />
Throwback Thursday - Share a moment from the past<br />
Freaky Friday - Anything & Everything<br />
Sweet Social Saturday - Social Events or Happenings.<br />
Sympathedic Sabbath - Touching Stories & Experiencesnivadivadiarieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03697951261115392924noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062103902442065277.post-48397257375253526992012-02-16T13:40:00.001-08:002012-02-16T13:50:34.984-08:00Every love story is beautiful, but ours is my favorite!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh27MGlfBceZmKukAUORnaBFZId5PMEARQTyh6PuSuFlrcL_RRDdzi21y6KAmmssZcFcZsbMlHGnRrppeyGQ9zPzMNUaEj1dzZjNaYueSKNKJVLQ8ADpA-jHlmK2UVVlPxhQrDG9IrIhNI/s1600/Picnik+collage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh27MGlfBceZmKukAUORnaBFZId5PMEARQTyh6PuSuFlrcL_RRDdzi21y6KAmmssZcFcZsbMlHGnRrppeyGQ9zPzMNUaEj1dzZjNaYueSKNKJVLQ8ADpA-jHlmK2UVVlPxhQrDG9IrIhNI/s640/Picnik+collage.jpg" width="634" yda="true" /></a></div><br />
On Saturday (02/11/2012), which I believe was considered his "Day1", I got my first Valentine's gift from my handsome hubby... and oh how crazy excited, but more surprised.... because.... I was like .... really?... a KINDLE? I've been talking a whole lot about them, but I really didn't think he'd actually go out and get me one. YAY! Now, I'm going to be reading for days! He's so cute, telling me this was only my first gift. LoL! I truly feel spoiled, not just blessed but totally spoiled rotten to the core. My hubby loves to bake and he's bomb at it too. So, when I said I'd like to take some treats for my team, Sho made them some Pink Lemonade Cupcakes, YUM! I even broke my juicing craze to try them and the chocolates I got. YUM! Lana calls her daddy, "The best cooker caker ever!" LOL!<br />
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"Day 2"... Monday (02/14/2012) OH EM GEE What the sweetness? It wasn't even VallyDay, yet, but I came home to Roses, Chocolate, Perfumes, Balloons and one of the best Cards I've ever received from him (and I sure get a whole lot of cards from Sho), after work. Our daughter even had a bag of treats, a balloon, card and a pink teddy bear on her bed, from daddy. Alana <span class="commentBody" data-jsid="text">gets the best Valentine's gifts, every year from daddy. When she gets old enough, those guys are gonna have to step it up if they really want to impress her. Her daddy will probably out-do them, every time. LOL! My husband </span>Sho has always been good on Valentine's, to all the woman who are important to him, (aside from Lana and I) including his mother and mine. They would get roses, chocolates and cards from him. We do not spend much and those who know me, know that I'm cheap... super cheap... as in, don't pay full price for anything, dirt type of cheap. LOL! However, Sho wanted me to have some pricey things that I have always wanted but would never actually go out and purchase for myself. Not only is he hopelessly romantice, but he did more than just be romantic, he was considerate of my feelings and really wanted (not to impress me) to make me happy, see a smile on my face. :)<br />
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"Day 3" Valentine's Day (02/14/2012)... My husband makes me so sappy! I get lovely goosebumps, thinking about how much this guys loves me. I woke up to my final gift pack, which included an ITouch, new earbuds, and a $25 gift card to Target. I know, I know... he really out did himself this year. Spoiling me like that. I don't even think I deserve it. LOL! We ended our night, watching, "The Woman in Black" at the Cinemark Theatre in American Fork. I could tell he was tired, but still wanted to take me on a date for V Day. Although, I felt like I watched the movie alone, because he slept through most of it, I couldn't help but to smile at him all night. He makes me feel so special and I'm not very easy to please. What a great guy! Gotta love this man. Let's give it for SHOLUV, he really knows how to love me. He always makes me feel Super Duper Special *blushing w/a smile & some tears* :) <br />
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After work, I had to get in a quick work out, so I went with cousin Lani to Gold's Gym in American Fork. Unfortunately, classes were cancelled because of Valentine's Day (I know huh? exactly what I was thinking...what the? shut the?) LoL! So, we hurried down after the Sauna to Gold's Gym in North Orem and caught the Zumba class there. OH BOY, did that instructor work us out. LOL! It was great, after which we both rushed home to shower and get ready for our dates. <br />
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My Dearest Sherwin Magalei, you are too good to me. I've never been put on a peddle stool by anyone other than you. Only you know how to love and care for me, the way you do. Word could never express just how much love, respect and admiration, I have for you. Thank you for being worthy of your Priesthood and blessing our family, for loving me without fail, regardless of my ugly-ness, loving our daughter and being one of her very best friends. A great father you are and I couldn't ask for anything more, because you are perfect to me. You keep me going, everyday. You really do. Love you to eternity & beyond. <br />
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<span class="messageBody" data-ft="{"type":3}">I had such an amazing Valentine's Day! I'm super grateful for all those who made my day a blast. I'm grateful to our Heavenly Father for blessing me with wonderful family & friends and for his hand in my life. Thank you to the love of my life <a data-hovercard="/ajax/hovercard/user.php?id=1622178111" href="https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1622178111">ShoLuv Tapusoa Magalei</a>, for putting up with me and making me feel priceless. I mean it when I say, "YOUR LOVE IS KING!". Thank you <a data-hovercard="/ajax/hovercard/user.php?id=1296468525" href="https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1296468525">Loloa Tuha</a> for our short time together today. I love every conversation we have. You always get me pumped to be better for Sho & Lana. Thank you Lani (<a data-hovercard="/ajax/hovercard/user.php?id=100003278206513" href="https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100003278206513">Ss-ngata Fam</a>) for being my workout partner. I love our time together. You are definitely my sister from another mister. LOL! ♥ Thank you to my beautiful mother, <a data-hovercard="/ajax/hovercard/user.php?id=1223274109" href="https://www.facebook.com/saloteb1">Salote Bernard</a>. I know it may always seem like a lecture from me, but know that I hold a deep and special place in my heart for you, that nobody can ever touch. You mean the world to me and I'm blessed to have you near. You are definitely Lana's BFF! LoL! I truly feel blessed to have so many great people in my life. The Lord is always good to us and I'm amazed by his unconditional love for us. Thank you again for such an amazing life. I wouldn't give it or the people in it, up for anything else. God is Good! LG baby!</span>nivadivadiarieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03697951261115392924noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062103902442065277.post-30950631424194647962012-02-16T09:58:00.000-08:002012-02-16T09:58:37.545-08:002011 going into 2012!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbVAI8_1TYccE4BQAllMdH3r3O7KjbO6d6pCiCrpUKusreiwqgHLBEGGmQnocF4YdeoOHzZm95UGuK8H1oSEIbRCXFrPDrgSTpeexgGpUM38tWbULKsNZmx9mvqDf1xOWc0gw85LEzMoc/s1600/Picnik+collage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="534" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbVAI8_1TYccE4BQAllMdH3r3O7KjbO6d6pCiCrpUKusreiwqgHLBEGGmQnocF4YdeoOHzZm95UGuK8H1oSEIbRCXFrPDrgSTpeexgGpUM38tWbULKsNZmx9mvqDf1xOWc0gw85LEzMoc/s640/Picnik+collage.jpg" width="640" yda="true" /></a></div><br />
Nothing really exciting about our New Year's Eve, but it seemed so special. It was quiet, but I had such an over whelming feeling of love, hope and pure joy. I had and still have so much to be thankful for. While everyone was out and about. I spent my evening with my husband, daughter and my dear cousin Roe. More to come about thoughts of 2011 and changes for 2012. I wish nothing but the best for all you bloggers and will continue to keep you all in my prayers. :) One love and God Bless you all! XOnivadivadiarieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03697951261115392924noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062103902442065277.post-1615971798542507312012-02-13T13:03:00.000-08:002012-02-13T13:03:22.148-08:00Best Christmas Ever!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUI6DZkHM_cEp7LMoLc7Ny7XrBq81DZkJr7DW2arZHGcbQ4m62e-igEP_zWpWse4y-kTDimyVrnMrCJb6l2GL6JanId6DEmVNjiG06YlFLuOeyUlHBG-SFRj2UkLYmrIh9FB-D3ERUOTQ/s1600/Picnik+collage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="518" sda="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUI6DZkHM_cEp7LMoLc7Ny7XrBq81DZkJr7DW2arZHGcbQ4m62e-igEP_zWpWse4y-kTDimyVrnMrCJb6l2GL6JanId6DEmVNjiG06YlFLuOeyUlHBG-SFRj2UkLYmrIh9FB-D3ERUOTQ/s640/Picnik+collage.jpg" width="640" /></a></div> I say best Christmas ever, because it was the most humbling for our family. This was the first Christmas, we really got it right. We woke up with the First Presidency's Christmas Devotional, a beautiful opening prayer with our neighbors (Mom, Dad and Jerome), a heartfelt testimony meeting with the family (Mom, Dad, Jerome, Mone, Ash, Beckham, Loloa Jr, Tue, Sho, Lana and I) *tears*, and the most wonderful breakfast ever. To add to how amazing this day was, Mom went to Sweet's in Provo to help feed the poor, Dad went to church, My little family went to the Provo Cemetery to visit dad (Loloa) and the boys went to drop off gifts and visit with some friends (who were like family) from High School. We ended the day, with great company, dance, laughs, dancing and desert's from our dear brother Spencer and his wife Lisa. It was one of the best Christmases I have ever had. I love my Family!nivadivadiarieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03697951261115392924noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062103902442065277.post-11600248367612869812012-02-10T14:16:00.000-08:002012-02-10T14:16:30.484-08:00Happy "Turkey" Day!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuTCerF4Mv1kDiE6HVwOusLqQukSfPGcMX3Q3Lzb15jZ_69TcmuAK85fFaIXdg75aieDuHTcDuvz9Mo_yHRMwc8XpssL2DaO7HGAh2LiYQXYHH6f9FlbSOHmcpMaA3y-pyx9M5GlnYcUk/s1600/Picnik+collage1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" sda="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuTCerF4Mv1kDiE6HVwOusLqQukSfPGcMX3Q3Lzb15jZ_69TcmuAK85fFaIXdg75aieDuHTcDuvz9Mo_yHRMwc8XpssL2DaO7HGAh2LiYQXYHH6f9FlbSOHmcpMaA3y-pyx9M5GlnYcUk/s640/Picnik+collage1.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>Mom found out before Thanksgiving that her Cancer was back. Not good! Not good at all! So, we all decided to go out to a fancy restaurant for Thanksgiving. We got a call 2 days before Thanksgiving from my sister in law, Ashly (Mone's wife), whom I just adore. She wanted to invite us to her parents house in Mapleton for Thanksgiving. Her parents wanted to cook Thanksgiving dinner for our family and even had us invite the cousins (our other siblings/Aunty Felilia & Uncle Alofa's kids) from Provo over to join us. Can I just tell you, that this was one of the best Thanksgivings our family has ever had. So much love felt from more than 3 different families. We're pretty close to the Rees family (Mone's In-Laws) and if you met them, you would know why. They are amazing people. So much love to give and room to share, always making us feel comfortable, safe and enjoyable. I just love them so much for the unconditional love they show, not only to our dear brother Mone, but to the rest of us, even the extended family. What an amazing couple Bruce & Sandra are. I'll forever be thankful for the amazing meal, great company, yummy desserts and the love we were able to enjoy on such a special day. :)nivadivadiarieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03697951261115392924noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062103902442065277.post-21542394536355211572012-02-10T14:08:00.000-08:002012-02-10T14:09:14.136-08:00Happy Halloween!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisV4Zy1geVdHoX-SjlyW0NtBcTh07L4NRJH_9KZpozcJsWKIQ3oUC1tcp4gQalUjk6Qm9PXstSfFyTYfJOH3vg0h8T8S35euAYM-srwzhx9rO0WrZEJmsAQC9pzxzrScoMRKAzcC-BlOE/s1600/Picnik+collage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="496" sda="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisV4Zy1geVdHoX-SjlyW0NtBcTh07L4NRJH_9KZpozcJsWKIQ3oUC1tcp4gQalUjk6Qm9PXstSfFyTYfJOH3vg0h8T8S35euAYM-srwzhx9rO0WrZEJmsAQC9pzxzrScoMRKAzcC-BlOE/s640/Picnik+collage.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>nivadivadiarieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03697951261115392924noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062103902442065277.post-87666126423674458602012-02-09T12:03:00.000-08:002012-02-09T12:16:44.919-08:00Updates, Updates, Updates! All extra late. I know, I'm sorry! ;)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwfnl-qHJNgBB30tpsyHpyZtURZb7TVw3ElZy7kdsyfCTXp_AOekW19VNLXK0j60UiLlAu1zQ_E1rN-jMXLuU9WcGwplNCjMHd0DAgH1mDvy2uCCLu3dzomehVjyK8T6eZA83RM3pu6HQ/s1600/blog_update.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="268" sda="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwfnl-qHJNgBB30tpsyHpyZtURZb7TVw3ElZy7kdsyfCTXp_AOekW19VNLXK0j60UiLlAu1zQ_E1rN-jMXLuU9WcGwplNCjMHd0DAgH1mDvy2uCCLu3dzomehVjyK8T6eZA83RM3pu6HQ/s400/blog_update.png" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I know I'm totally late, but my next few post are going to be a little bit of a catch up from last year's happenings. I totally forgot about the things I do want to remember from last year, like Halloween, Thanksgiving and Christmas. I also want to share a very important experience that has changed my life and my attitude for 2012. There's so much to catch up on and I feel like I hardly have the time, but I will do my best to get my blog updated with everything that "NIVA" has been up to. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Please understand that I don't ever post to boast, but want to share some great, happy, sad and even at times, very humbling experiences that have helped me along the way. My only hope is that my blog post finds all of you in the best of health and in great spirits. This is a learning time for us all and I'm more than happy to open up about my life, if it will only touch and inspire another, just as some of you have made an impact on my own life. Hope you enjoy my upcoming blog posts. One Love & God Bless you ALL! :)</div>nivadivadiarieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03697951261115392924noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062103902442065277.post-34739066846650465982012-02-01T00:03:00.000-08:002012-02-01T00:03:29.443-08:00My Blog.<div style="text-align: left;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I've neglected my blog...once again. I sincerely want to apologize in advance for not blogging as much as I have been planning on, but it's been such a busy year so far. LoL! I have been trying to manage my time efficiently this year and so my poor blog has not been a priority. However, I will be making more of an effort to post some important things and even some feelings I have on life. 2012 is a whole different experience so far. I love this year. It's a special year! I have felt this from the moment clock stroke midnight on New Years Eve going into New Years '12. I have to admit I've been posting a whole lot more on <a href="https://www.facebook.com/siniva.magalei" target="_blank">FaceBook</a> and my <a href="http://www.extrapounds.com/blog/Siniva" target="_blank">Health-Blog</a>. I have dedicated myself to living a whole lot healthier and striving everyday to be more fit and even stronger. I'll be back to post more soon. For now, here's a before and after picture of me. LoL! What a crazy change, aye? Well, CHEERS 2 a New Year & another chance 4 us 2 GET IT right. Let's not waste <span style="background-color: white; color: #1c2a47; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 20px;"><b>{2012} </b></span><br />
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"Gratitude expressed to our Heavenly Father in prayer for what we have brings a calming peace-a peace which allows us to not canker our souls for what we don't have. Gratitude brings a peace that helps us overcome the pain of adversity and failure. Gratitude on a daily basis means we express appreciation for what we have now without qualification for what we had in the past or desire in the future. A recognition of and appreciation for our gifts and talents which have been given also allows us to acknowledge the need for help and assistance from the gifts and talents possessed by others."<br />
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-Robert D. Hales, "Gratitude for the Goodness of God", Ensign, May 1992, 63<br />
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Confession: I have a bad temper, very bad temper. I don't know what comes over me, when I'm upset, but I lose control and it's ugly. It's the ugliest thing my husband, daughter and the rest of my family and friends have witnessed. My husband once said, he didn't recognize me. I lost control of my temper and tore up my entire home. My husband grabbed me by the shoulders to get a look at me. As he gazed into my eyes, he asked me if I was still there with him, because he did not recognize me. This scared the daylight out of me. I was put on anti-depressants for over two years ago, then onto anti-psychotic medication for a year. These medications kept me so tired, that I couldn't argue and at times, I was too tired to think of what to say or how to react to anything. I'm proud to say that it's been 3 months, since I've taken any of those prescriptions. Crazy, I know, but honestly... Prayer saved me; it got me through my depression, anger and self-loathing, back to a place of innocence. Not just daily routine prayers, but heart felt prayers... morning, mid-day and night. Family, couple and individual prayers.<br />
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I need the Lord's hand in my life and I'm truly grateful for it. He has blessed my life tremendously. Prayer has brought so much peace in our home. Pray continues to humble me. I always find humility in my prayers. I always find comfort and love in my prayers. My prayers have kept me in track with my goals for this year. It's make Family Home Evening on Mondays, Keeping the Sabbath Holy on Sundays and Scripture Reading Daily an easy thing to do. Prayer has helped me clean up my old potty mouth. It's made me stay accountable for the things I say I will do. It's kept me in line. My prayers have made me 100% active in church, callings, visiting teaching, counseling my friends and family and servicing those in need. I really feel my Savior's love. I feel the Lord's love for me and my family. What an impact prayer has made in our home, family and lives. I bear you my testimony of prayer and the amazing blessings it brings. I know the Lord and our Savior lives and through my own experiences I have received my own confirmation that the things I have know are true. May we all be more prayerful this year. It's a special year and I'm not going to waste it. :)nivadivadiarieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03697951261115392924noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062103902442065277.post-42275724953988181542012-01-09T20:10:00.000-08:002012-01-09T20:10:59.566-08:00Happy Networking! :)<div style="text-align: center;">"We need to remember that though we make our friends, God has made our neighbors – everywhere. Love should have no boundary; we should have no narrow loyalties. "</div>— Howard W. Hunter <br />
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I know we all like to joke a whole lot about Facebook camping, but honestly, if used properly for appropriate social networking, it becomes an amazing tool to use. There are so many amazing assets of having a Facebook account. It can really benefit many. For more information about how to use your Facebook account, go to downward arrow in upper right hand corner by home link, scroll down and click on Help. Proper networking does not include selfish venting, prideful posting, or negative and nasty comments or remarks. Let's all make it our goal, to encourage and enrich one another's life with positive posts and encouraging words of wisdom. You will find much hope, laughter, smiles, and love in your life. Get the most out of Facebook. <br />
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The truth of this message applies to all Social Networking websites. The Internet can be a wonderful tool and resource for information, but caution must be exercised in order to protect families and individuals from the potential dangers that are present online. We do live in a world of technological miracles and have unlimited access through the Internet to resources one cannot begin to imagine. I have made so many friends online. So many amazing woman who have inspired my life, and many who have motivated me to be a better woman, friend, relative, sister, mother and most importantly wife. All of my online friends mean just as much to me as all my friends do. I appreciate you sisters and all that you do to contribut in my progression. You have made my life that much richer and I truly thank you for it all. Let's all work together to get the most out of the web and may we ulilize our online tools to establish a life, family and home of prayer, fast, faith, learning, glory, order and Heavenly Father. One Love & God Bless!nivadivadiarieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03697951261115392924noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062103902442065277.post-84583319563154125762011-12-27T23:44:00.000-08:002012-01-09T20:22:12.918-08:00Welcome to the Family! LoL!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOszCiw7Bt8bjJygbuljy2ktCoKpyZaFyG4sBmJyp1nbM83fcMRIn_82y_68vfp-z-dG0j9lUcM008IXok1Au-MpizUh5iRy98tsipa4HWYqR0BXt4yNo8eBZB-ia-aetRv3om_bgsHgA/s1600/SANY0023.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOszCiw7Bt8bjJygbuljy2ktCoKpyZaFyG4sBmJyp1nbM83fcMRIn_82y_68vfp-z-dG0j9lUcM008IXok1Au-MpizUh5iRy98tsipa4HWYqR0BXt4yNo8eBZB-ia-aetRv3om_bgsHgA/s400/SANY0023.JPG" width="400" /></a><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">My husband was invited to join my brothers Solomone & Loloa to the Chargers vs. Ravens game in San Diego. They had a blast! Although, the Baltimore Ravens lost, it was a good time. I packed 2 cameras and our flip camcord to take and still there were no pictures taken, (guys will be guys, lol). The only picture on the left was taken of my brothers by my husband. LoL!They had many great stories to tell about the trip. They even did some shopping for some of us. YaY! My husband was a die hard Buffalo Bills fan, and just dropped his long time team for the Ravens. YaY, welcome to the family. Well, I guess I shouldn't say that because my brother Solomone is a huge Steelers fan. I'm not so much a Ravens fan as I am a Haloti Ngata #92 fan.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">We may not talk about it much, but our fathers were partner in crime buddies since their childhood days back in the village of Vaotu'u, Tongatapu, Tonga. My father Loloa named his first son after his favorite cousin Solomone Ngata. One day (after school's done) I hope and pray that I may one day be able to tell their story. The Legacy his parents left behind is an amazing one. We're just super proud of #92. He's an amazing man and deserves all the success in the world. Love you Loti and the rest of your family!</span>nivadivadiarieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03697951261115392924noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062103902442065277.post-79729090553601829882011-12-25T03:15:00.000-08:002011-12-25T03:15:13.158-08:00Merry Christmas!<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="480" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/yh1EOExP0-s" width="640"></iframe><br />
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IDKYI did this, it's not like me to record myself, let alone in the middle of the night looking all busted and babbling on about a few things, but wanted to share my testimony of the reason for the season. In the spirit of Christmas, and through the rest of 2011 into 2012... I will be a whole lot more positive. I was lost and now I'm not only found but back up on the wagon for good. Life's different but only for the better. Keep in mind during this time and through out the year that when you get someone a gift, you put more thought into it and wrap it with love for the finishing touch. Regardless of how expensive or inexpensive it is, you can give a nice gift to someone else to warm their hearts.nivadivadiarieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03697951261115392924noreply@blogger.com1