<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2853997306435161915</id><updated>2011-07-07T21:59:45.529-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The TAUFA'S</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taufas.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853997306435161915/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taufas.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>The TAUFA'S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03909585573448265804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>64</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2853997306435161915.post-4842709756682327688</id><published>2010-03-30T18:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T18:42:57.637-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some family moments!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uEMKjk67gH8/S7Km_qjeeeI/AAAAAAAAAME/589oDJEbS2s/s1600/%2710+family+pic+6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454605711384148450" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uEMKjk67gH8/S7Km_qjeeeI/AAAAAAAAAME/589oDJEbS2s/s320/%2710+family+pic+6.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is Sekona with his arms full of sleepy children!  As soon as I pulled out the camera, Sekona opened his eyes!  A nice Sunday afternoon!
&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uEMKjk67gH8/S7Km_W4gdSI/AAAAAAAAAL8/pVDAh-aqa_M/s1600/%2710+Winter+33.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454605706103649570" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uEMKjk67gH8/S7Km_W4gdSI/AAAAAAAAAL8/pVDAh-aqa_M/s320/%2710+Winter+33.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sekona's future MVP!  Makelani loves talking to his dad when he gets home from work.

&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uEMKjk67gH8/S7Km-9v2ZtI/AAAAAAAAAL0/XtntO36HvEg/s1600/%2710+Winter+29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454605699356452562" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uEMKjk67gH8/S7Km-9v2ZtI/AAAAAAAAAL0/XtntO36HvEg/s320/%2710+Winter+29.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A trip at the mall and Makelani was talking about what was going on around him.  Also, happy to be up and about.


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&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uEMKjk67gH8/S7KlGc3HUXI/AAAAAAAAAK8/280_qqPBSMY/s1600/%2710+Winter+20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454603628944249202" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uEMKjk67gH8/S7KlGc3HUXI/AAAAAAAAAK8/280_qqPBSMY/s320/%2710+Winter+20.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Here is Make's first stroller ride!  He loved it and fell asleep.  He loves moving and so the stroller is a good fit for him.  Unfortunately, the car seat is not a good fit.  There isn't enough excitement in the car seat. &lt;/span&gt;

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&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Lillian's new thing to do with Makelani is to put him in a box and push him around.  Make is unsure of this, but is willing to try things for Lillian.&lt;/span&gt;

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&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uEMKjk67gH8/S7Kh1wPVYiI/AAAAAAAAAKU/4b0-bXlPJsc/s1600/%2710+Winter+6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454600043553448482" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uEMKjk67gH8/S7Kh1wPVYiI/AAAAAAAAAKU/4b0-bXlPJsc/s320/%2710+Winter+6.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Lately, she has been coming to me asking me for homework.  I write a few sentences on a paper and then she copies them.  She does well in copying, just refuses to remember her letters.  I'm sure she will pick it up in school. The sentences are: I love swim.  ant on ball, &amp;amp; Lillian loves daddy.&lt;/span&gt;

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&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Christmas was hectic this year! Makelani came a few weeks before Christmas, Mom and Dad were heading on their 3rd mission to Jacksonville, Florida, and Lillian was excited or Santa to come!&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uEMKjk67gH8/S7KcRewkhEI/AAAAAAAAAJs/Q6NzoNqTN8U/s1600/DSC_2197.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454593922827584578" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uEMKjk67gH8/S7KcRewkhEI/AAAAAAAAAJs/Q6NzoNqTN8U/s320/DSC_2197.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here we are taking pictures outside the cabin by the river.
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Here are Mother and Daughter!
&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uEMKjk67gH8/S7Kbh6MoOKI/AAAAAAAAAJc/9bn2iQIhiPY/s1600/DSC_2178.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454593105559304354" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uEMKjk67gH8/S7Kbh6MoOKI/AAAAAAAAAJc/9bn2iQIhiPY/s320/DSC_2178.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Again out by the river with Sekona expressing his love for Makelani coming soon!


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All the grandchildren present and counted for!





&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2853997306435161915-1236520892684509936?l=taufas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taufas.blogspot.com/feeds/1236520892684509936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2853997306435161915&amp;postID=1236520892684509936&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853997306435161915/posts/default/1236520892684509936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853997306435161915/posts/default/1236520892684509936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taufas.blogspot.com/2010/03/family-reunion-2009.html' title='Family Reunion 2009'/><author><name>The TAUFA'S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03909585573448265804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uEMKjk67gH8/S7KcRewkhEI/AAAAAAAAAJs/Q6NzoNqTN8U/s72-c/DSC_2197.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2853997306435161915.post-2912943701989767213</id><published>2010-02-16T09:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T09:31:17.119-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Recognition!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uEMKjk67gH8/S3rVg0XDrOI/AAAAAAAAAI0/IRTAFyBfsKs/s1600-h/%2708+Misc+10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438894259791178978" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uEMKjk67gH8/S3rVg0XDrOI/AAAAAAAAAI0/IRTAFyBfsKs/s320/%2708+Misc+10.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;In his Division (Washington, Utah, Arizona, Hawaii states) Sekona is ranked #3 as a Personal Trainer and overall (meaning all the 24 hour Fitness) he is ranked #23!  This is for having consistency in clients, retaining of clients and overall approval of his training.  I would just like to let him know how much we appreciate his hard work and his lovable personality.  It seems wherever we go people know Sekona!  We are proud of you and love you tons!&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2853997306435161915-2912943701989767213?l=taufas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taufas.blogspot.com/feeds/2912943701989767213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2853997306435161915&amp;postID=2912943701989767213&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853997306435161915/posts/default/2912943701989767213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853997306435161915/posts/default/2912943701989767213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taufas.blogspot.com/2010/02/recognition.html' title='Recognition!'/><author><name>The TAUFA'S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03909585573448265804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uEMKjk67gH8/S3rVg0XDrOI/AAAAAAAAAI0/IRTAFyBfsKs/s72-c/%2708+Misc+10.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2853997306435161915.post-6143624796789265476</id><published>2010-02-08T10:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T10:13:01.574-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall Catch Up!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uEMKjk67gH8/S3BSUdG085I/AAAAAAAAAIs/PbYZQFongxY/s1600-h/%2709+Halloween+8.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435935261600314258" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uEMKjk67gH8/S3BSUdG085I/AAAAAAAAAIs/PbYZQFongxY/s320/%2709+Halloween+8.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lillian was a Rainbow princess for Halloween this year and enjoyed trick or treating!  She didn't even get scared much, except at one home where there was a dark tunnel to get to the door.

&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uEMKjk67gH8/S3BSUI2_OnI/AAAAAAAAAIk/vKTnRacFzTo/s1600-h/%2709+Fall+7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435935256165169778" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uEMKjk67gH8/S3BSUI2_OnI/AAAAAAAAAIk/vKTnRacFzTo/s320/%2709+Fall+7.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is when we went to Granny and Papa's house to help pour concrete.  Lillian had fun being out and about.

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Lillian had her Birthday party at Chuck E Cheese's!  She loved it and had so much more fun than being stuck at the apartment.  She loved having her cousins come and loved having a pumpkin cheesecake instead of a birthday cake.  Dad was able to show up later after a tennis tournament.

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&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2853997306435161915-6143624796789265476?l=taufas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taufas.blogspot.com/feeds/6143624796789265476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2853997306435161915&amp;postID=6143624796789265476&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853997306435161915/posts/default/6143624796789265476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853997306435161915/posts/default/6143624796789265476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taufas.blogspot.com/2010/02/fall-catch-up.html' title='Fall Catch Up!'/><author><name>The TAUFA'S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03909585573448265804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uEMKjk67gH8/S3BSUdG085I/AAAAAAAAAIs/PbYZQFongxY/s72-c/%2709+Halloween+8.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2853997306435161915.post-742672340406088949</id><published>2010-02-05T18:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T19:03:10.352-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tons of Catching up!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uEMKjk67gH8/S2zaNLsTxSI/AAAAAAAAAIM/kzmOW-q-1Bk/s1600-h/%2709+Winter+22.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434958770341135650" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uEMKjk67gH8/S2zaNLsTxSI/AAAAAAAAAIM/kzmOW-q-1Bk/s320/%2709+Winter+22.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lillian was excited to have a baby brother! Boy, does she love him. I have the most difficult time keeping her away from Makelani. She constantly wants to hug, kiss, carry, burp, and be in his face all day long. Still, she is a good little helper and I know she loves him. She keeps saying, "but he's sooo cute mom! I just can't keep away."

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&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uEMKjk67gH8/S2zaMX4w6ZI/AAAAAAAAAH8/GF3QsCh0SHU/s1600-h/%2709+Winter+27.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434958756434733458" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uEMKjk67gH8/S2zaMX4w6ZI/AAAAAAAAAH8/GF3QsCh0SHU/s320/%2709+Winter+27.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sekona is loving having Makelani here and as you can see even made it to the operating room, which he didn't think he could do. Of course, during the whole procedure he was looking right at me and nowhere else. I'm glad that he was able to be there. It was a trying time and glad that it is finished.


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&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uEMKjk67gH8/S2zaLrIKPNI/AAAAAAAAAHs/1PHKspGHpRw/s1600-h/%2709+Christmas+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434958744419712210" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uEMKjk67gH8/S2zaLrIKPNI/AAAAAAAAAHs/1PHKspGHpRw/s320/%2709+Christmas+2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is Makelani's first Christmas!  He slept through it.




&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2853997306435161915-742672340406088949?l=taufas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taufas.blogspot.com/feeds/742672340406088949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2853997306435161915&amp;postID=742672340406088949&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853997306435161915/posts/default/742672340406088949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853997306435161915/posts/default/742672340406088949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taufas.blogspot.com/2010/02/tons-of-catching-up.html' title='Tons of Catching up!'/><author><name>The TAUFA'S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03909585573448265804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uEMKjk67gH8/S2zaNLsTxSI/AAAAAAAAAIM/kzmOW-q-1Bk/s72-c/%2709+Winter+22.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2853997306435161915.post-390776821563752569</id><published>2009-08-12T12:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T11:01:43.337-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Complaint first, then what we are having?!</title><content type='html'>I don't know about other people, but I am not looking forward to the "universal" healthcare or reform or whatever the government is calling it these days. I am so fed up with the discussions being all about only the Republicans fighting this loosing battle and how anyone against it is a loser. Obama has more power than I thought he would have to control the media coverage so well regarding this healthcare. Most people are against it. Still, those are my feelings and with having problems with State insurance how in the world would I ever support government runned insurance. So, let me get to the problems of State insurance. I feel that if I gave up my citizenship I would not be having any of the problems that I am having now. If I pretend not to speak english, maybe things would be covered. In my interview I informed them that my private insurance was ending on June 30th. They inform me that with my lay off I should have no problems getting on insurance for my pregnancy in July. Only to be informed that my husband miraculously makes $200 extra for the month of July before dropping down to what is reported in June and August. So I am not qualified for July coverage. Then in August they give me a coupon that isn't paying for my prescriptions because I am informed I have private insurance. SINCE WHEN? I INFORMED THEM THAT I NO LONGER HAVE IT?! I finally get that straightened out, only to go get my DIABETIC medicine and be informed I have to pay $50 for 3 of my 5 prescriptions. Can't afford it. Call the state again and they approve the 3 prescriptions. Go and try to pick up the 5 and only can pick up the 3 because only 3 got approved. Now, when I call them they tell me that I need to have a doctor's note explaining why I need these prescriptions, then take it to the pharmacy so they can input the correct codes and then the State will recognize that I am a DIABETIC. I can't inform them that I am a diabetic and just because I am having only diabetic prescriptions they can't figure out for themselves that I am a diabetic. And people want a "universal" healthcare. It will be soo much worse than this. &lt;p&gt;
Now for the good news. Sekona, Lillian and I went for a ultrasound (which I personally hopes get paid for with all the problems I have been having with State). It was in Portland at 7 am. We got there in plenty of time. The ultrasound tech called us in. Started the ultrasound and asked if I was feeling the baby kicking. I told her off and on. Now knowing the tech was doing most of the imaging from lower on the abdomen than I remember Lillian was, I recognize the kicks a whole lot more. The heart looks great, sounds great and the chambers were fine. The baby was moving all the time and was making the ultrasound tech work for the pictures. We saw the head, brain, arms, legs, abdomen, heart, lips, face, spine, skeleton. Sekona and Lillian enjoyed seeing the baby move. Lillian asked if it was ready to come out now. She can't wait for it to be here. The tech told us we are having a BOY! We are excited and apparently Lillian was right from the beginning. She has been telling everyone that she was getting a brother from the start. Now I just have a hard time waiting for the time to pass, since Lillian asks practically everyday if he is ready to come. If she wouldn't ask so much it wouldn't be on my mind so much.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2853997306435161915-390776821563752569?l=taufas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taufas.blogspot.com/feeds/390776821563752569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2853997306435161915&amp;postID=390776821563752569&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853997306435161915/posts/default/390776821563752569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853997306435161915/posts/default/390776821563752569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taufas.blogspot.com/2009/08/complaint-first-then-what-we-are-having.html' title='Complaint first, then what we are having?!'/><author><name>The TAUFA'S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03909585573448265804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2853997306435161915.post-6324934493652206152</id><published>2009-07-18T21:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T22:01:04.755-07:00</updated><title type='text'>News update!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;I guess it is time to let all know that I am pregnant. I am 4 1/2 months, will be due on December 17th. Lillian is telling everyone it is a boy, but we do not know what it is yet. She gets in these moods of where if her frends (who are boys) or boy cousins play too much together and not much with her, she then decides it will be a girl. I have an ultrasound on the 10th of August and hopefully the baby or doctor will be cooperative. Sekona is excited and has told everyone that he can that we are expecting. He gets in these moods where he won't let me exercise then tells me to exercise and then tells me not to do anything hard or for that long at the gym. I am trying water aerobics and think I have finally found one that is close to when Elizabeth taught in Hawaii. I was offered a bumping position, but it was for a lot less hours and no benefits. so I declined. So far the pregnancy is going well. I just feel like a blob, tired and that is nothing new.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2853997306435161915-6324934493652206152?l=taufas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taufas.blogspot.com/feeds/6324934493652206152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2853997306435161915&amp;postID=6324934493652206152&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853997306435161915/posts/default/6324934493652206152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853997306435161915/posts/default/6324934493652206152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taufas.blogspot.com/2009/07/news-update.html' title='News update!'/><author><name>The TAUFA'S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03909585573448265804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2853997306435161915.post-5026787436346286464</id><published>2009-06-20T19:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T19:30:43.314-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I was treated well!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;For the end of my job, I was treated pretty well.  On the 17th the bus drivers decorated the table where I collect their papers and had presents there for me.  I had a present for the baby, present for leaving and my birthday!  There was some donated money, gift certificates and I just felt spoiled.  Then on my last day--I attended the end of the year office party they gave me a gift for leaving, a gift for my birthday and a gift for the baby (until they know if it is a boy or a girl).  I also won a gift certificate playing one of the games.  So, for having my last day of work on my birthday wasn't as bad an experience as I thought it would be.  Still, it feels unreal that I no longer have a job.  I want to thank everyone for their well wishes and birthday wishes.  The pregnancy is doing well and nothing major to inform on yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2853997306435161915-5026787436346286464?l=taufas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taufas.blogspot.com/feeds/5026787436346286464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2853997306435161915&amp;postID=5026787436346286464&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853997306435161915/posts/default/5026787436346286464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853997306435161915/posts/default/5026787436346286464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taufas.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-was-treated-well.html' title='I was treated well!'/><author><name>The TAUFA'S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03909585573448265804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2853997306435161915.post-8545103862263319759</id><published>2009-05-18T19:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T15:27:07.348-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Economy strikes the Taufa family!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;For those of you who didn't know---Earlier this year due to unforseen circumstances Sekona closed his business down for a year or two. There just weren't any phone calls. &lt;p&gt;

Also, last week I was informed that my position is dissolved and I will no longer be needed after June 18th. Unless something drastic happens and funds come in and they are able to keep me. &lt;p&gt;

Sekona and I feel that the Lord has a different plan for us. We may not know what it is or what it will entail, but we will figure it out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2853997306435161915-8545103862263319759?l=taufas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taufas.blogspot.com/feeds/8545103862263319759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2853997306435161915&amp;postID=8545103862263319759&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853997306435161915/posts/default/8545103862263319759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853997306435161915/posts/default/8545103862263319759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taufas.blogspot.com/2009/05/economy-strikes-taufa-family.html' title='Economy strikes the Taufa family!'/><author><name>The TAUFA'S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03909585573448265804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2853997306435161915.post-5505987498394683596</id><published>2009-05-14T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T07:21:37.085-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time for a Catch up-Spring Break, etc.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uEMKjk67gH8/Sgwm8XtZScI/AAAAAAAAAHU/0B0pU8hIhoc/s1600-h/misc09+019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335682477125618114" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uEMKjk67gH8/Sgwm8XtZScI/AAAAAAAAAHU/0B0pU8hIhoc/s320/misc09+019.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here are Mikaydi, Lilian and Molly enjoying themselves when they came down for Aubrey's wedding.  They had so much fun together!
&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uEMKjk67gH8/Sgwm0hWYJGI/AAAAAAAAAHM/6O9-I8IbNqs/s1600-h/misc09+024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335682342274475106" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uEMKjk67gH8/Sgwm0hWYJGI/AAAAAAAAAHM/6O9-I8IbNqs/s320/misc09+024.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here are the sweet angels asleep at Granny's house while Lillian and I were up for Spring Break.  I was busy making scrapbook pages and was glad to have Lillian entertained by Molly.

&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uEMKjk67gH8/SgwmtsMHW8I/AAAAAAAAAHE/F8QG9LZO-HQ/s1600-h/misc09+025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335682224925137858" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uEMKjk67gH8/SgwmtsMHW8I/AAAAAAAAAHE/F8QG9LZO-HQ/s320/misc09+025.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lillian fell in love with this dog named Bear!  Bear was one of the Rugby players dog and Lillian babysat the whole game, even asked if Bear could come over for a sleep over?!


&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uEMKjk67gH8/SgwmnzJ4vvI/AAAAAAAAAG8/qUOPNU-DDmk/s1600-h/misc09+026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335682123715624690" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uEMKjk67gH8/SgwmnzJ4vvI/AAAAAAAAAG8/qUOPNU-DDmk/s320/misc09+026.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We found a dog she isn't afraid of!

&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uEMKjk67gH8/Sgwmfz1iMPI/AAAAAAAAAG0/6VkJNzzCe9w/s1600-h/misc09+040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335681986459742450" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uEMKjk67gH8/Sgwmfz1iMPI/AAAAAAAAAG0/6VkJNzzCe9w/s320/misc09+040.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is Sekona passing off to a teammate that made a try.  It was a good way to end Spring Break--with a rugby tournament.


&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uEMKjk67gH8/SgwmVzXILAI/AAAAAAAAAGs/kOUjtXYxVd8/s1600-h/misc09+043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335681814533516290" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uEMKjk67gH8/SgwmVzXILAI/AAAAAAAAAGs/kOUjtXYxVd8/s320/misc09+043.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Again here is Sekona running with the ball.

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Here is what a scrum looks like.


&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uEMKjk67gH8/SgwmCxP0rrI/AAAAAAAAAGc/IdLifBSmVPU/s1600-h/misc09+032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335681487548493490" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uEMKjk67gH8/SgwmCxP0rrI/AAAAAAAAAGc/IdLifBSmVPU/s320/misc09+032.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is the beginning of a scrum.


&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_uEMKjk67gH8/SgwlP1EwbwI/AAAAAAAAAGU/YoKr8c6LWfg/s1600-h/misc09+049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335680612402491138" border="0" alt="" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_uEMKjk67gH8/SgwlP1EwbwI/AAAAAAAAAGU/YoKr8c6LWfg/s320/misc09+049.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
Here are some teammates that Sekona played with.


&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_uEMKjk67gH8/SgwlIjj-mtI/AAAAAAAAAGM/TEsh_hhDitM/s1600-h/misc09+057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335680487442520786" border="0" alt="" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_uEMKjk67gH8/SgwlIjj-mtI/AAAAAAAAAGM/TEsh_hhDitM/s320/misc09+057.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Easter time!!!!  Lillian kept asking when we were heading to Granny's or cousin's house to go Easter egg hunting.  She was disappointed this year that she couldn't go.   So the Easter Bunny had a little egg hunt in the apartment for her.


&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uEMKjk67gH8/SgwlBttR__I/AAAAAAAAAGE/P-RZ2WB99B8/s1600-h/misc09+070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335680369906810866" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uEMKjk67gH8/SgwlBttR__I/AAAAAAAAAGE/P-RZ2WB99B8/s320/misc09+070.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
Here's her modeling her easter dress!  Doesn't she look fabulous.


&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uEMKjk67gH8/Sgwk56rFuYI/AAAAAAAAAF8/Fd2y7dsUW9I/s1600-h/misc09+089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335680235948325250" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uEMKjk67gH8/Sgwk56rFuYI/AAAAAAAAAF8/Fd2y7dsUW9I/s320/misc09+089.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The last time we went home we stopped off at Multnomah falls for a little break.  Lillian loved it.

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&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uEMKjk67gH8/SgwkcURioxI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Uzcbzl55ru4/s1600-h/misc09+093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335679727424414482" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uEMKjk67gH8/SgwkcURioxI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Uzcbzl55ru4/s320/misc09+093.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is Lillian taking a picture of the parents!  Does pretty well?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2853997306435161915-5505987498394683596?l=taufas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taufas.blogspot.com/feeds/5505987498394683596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2853997306435161915&amp;postID=5505987498394683596&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853997306435161915/posts/default/5505987498394683596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853997306435161915/posts/default/5505987498394683596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taufas.blogspot.com/2009/05/time-for-catch-up-spring-break-etc.html' title='Time for a Catch up-Spring Break, etc.'/><author><name>The TAUFA'S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03909585573448265804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uEMKjk67gH8/Sgwm8XtZScI/AAAAAAAAAHU/0B0pU8hIhoc/s72-c/misc09+019.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2853997306435161915.post-1598527685487520795</id><published>2009-03-11T13:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T14:47:54.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Coloring and the Photo Gallery!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uEMKjk67gH8/SgyRfuESGqI/AAAAAAAAAHk/2TwDjKFB9QQ/s1600-h/misc09+114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335799632655162018" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uEMKjk67gH8/SgyRfuESGqI/AAAAAAAAAHk/2TwDjKFB9QQ/s320/misc09+114.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;Lillian loves to color and at first would put all her pictures in her drawer. Lately, she wants to display them so everywhere you look there is a colored pictured. My co-workers are suprised at how well Lillian can stay within the lines so well. So, if you come into our house there is a photo gallery in the kitchen, living room and her bedroom walls. Maybe I will get a chance to take a picture and post it.

JUST AS I POSTED THIS--I WALK OUT AND LILLIAN IS TAKING DOWN ALL HER PICTURES AND PUTTING THEM AWAY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2853997306435161915-1598527685487520795?l=taufas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taufas.blogspot.com/feeds/1598527685487520795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2853997306435161915&amp;postID=1598527685487520795&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853997306435161915/posts/default/1598527685487520795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853997306435161915/posts/default/1598527685487520795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taufas.blogspot.com/2009/03/coloring-and-photo-gallery.html' title='Coloring and the Photo Gallery!'/><author><name>The TAUFA'S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03909585573448265804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uEMKjk67gH8/SgyRfuESGqI/AAAAAAAAAHk/2TwDjKFB9QQ/s72-c/misc09+114.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2853997306435161915.post-5922954171395798326</id><published>2009-02-25T19:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T19:47:54.416-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Don't want green!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;I was watching a TV commercial the other day and I realized I don't want green!  Of course, it didn't hit me until the end of the commercial.  It was a catchy little commercial about buying a "green" car.  Everyone in the commercial was talking how everyone wanted "green" and how great it was.  Sorry, but I don't want "green"!  I haven't seen a vehicle out there that has proven to be efficient, cost worthy, warranty wise any better than a regular car.  True some claim to have more miles per gallon.  Still, I don't want "green".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2853997306435161915-5922954171395798326?l=taufas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taufas.blogspot.com/feeds/5922954171395798326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2853997306435161915&amp;postID=5922954171395798326&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853997306435161915/posts/default/5922954171395798326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853997306435161915/posts/default/5922954171395798326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taufas.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-dont-want-green.html' title='I Don&apos;t want green!'/><author><name>The TAUFA'S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03909585573448265804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2853997306435161915.post-1172476931547816984</id><published>2009-02-25T19:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T19:44:09.671-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Socko?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I don't really understand the word, but lately Lillian has come up with this word: Socko.  Now when I ask her what it means, she tells me she doesn't know or know where she heard it.  Part of me thinks she made up the word from listening to Sekona talk tongan, but I can't be sure that she didn't make it up while playing with friends.  The only thing I do know is that she uses the word in a "name calling" way.  Sekona and I have asked her not to use the word anymore but she uses it more and more now.  Does anyone out there know the meaning of socko?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2853997306435161915-1172476931547816984?l=taufas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taufas.blogspot.com/feeds/1172476931547816984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2853997306435161915&amp;postID=1172476931547816984&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853997306435161915/posts/default/1172476931547816984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853997306435161915/posts/default/1172476931547816984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taufas.blogspot.com/2009/02/socko.html' title='Socko?'/><author><name>The TAUFA'S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03909585573448265804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2853997306435161915.post-3354364522423170091</id><published>2009-02-24T19:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T14:02:51.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here's a tag!</title><content type='html'>A--Attached or Single: Attached to Sekona
&lt;p&gt;B--Best Friend: Boy--Sekona, Girl--Jenny
&lt;p&gt;C--Cake or Pie: Depends on how it is made, but like both
&lt;p&gt;D--Day of Choice: In high school it was Thursday, now probably Friday or Saturday
&lt;p&gt;E--Essential Item: Cell phone, car keys
&lt;p&gt;F--Favorite Color: Red
&lt;p&gt;G--Greatest Accomplishment: Graduating from college, getting sealed in the temple, having Lillian
&lt;p&gt;H--Hometown: Mattawa
&lt;p&gt;I--Indulgences: Books, Internet, Chocolate
&lt;p&gt;J--January or July: July
&lt;p&gt;K--Kids: Lillian 4 years
&lt;p&gt;L--Life is incomplete without: the gospel and family
&lt;p&gt;M--Marriage Date: 11/20/97
&lt;p&gt;N--Number of Siblings: 4 brothers, 1 sister
&lt;p&gt;O--Oranges or Apples: Oranges
&lt;p&gt;P--Phobias or fears: Disappointing love ones, sugar cane spiders, Lillian being kidnapped
&lt;p&gt;Q--Quotes: "Stay out of bed, that is where people die. ”
&lt;p&gt;R--Reason to Smile: Sunshine, Sekona and Lillian, a good book, hanging out with friends
&lt;p&gt;S--Season: Between Fall or Summer--I love the fall leaves, fog, and the brisk air of fall.  I love the sun, all the green and being outdoors for summer.
&lt;p&gt;T--Tag 5 Friends: Elizabeth, Amanda, Vaitare (sorry on the spelling), Stacy, and Crystal.
&lt;p&gt;U--Unknown fact about me: I can't stand paying a bill late, and I have to balance my checkbook once a month.
&lt;p&gt;V--Very favorite store: For Lillian and Sekona--Kohl's, for me I guess Lane Bryant
&lt;p&gt;W--Worst habit: Eating sweets when I'm stressed, shouting at Lillian when my sugars are dropping, saying "whatever" when I'm too frustrated to deal with it.
&lt;p&gt;X--X-ray or Ultra Sound: Ultrasound
&lt;p&gt;Y--Your favorite food: Potatoes
&lt;p&gt;Z—Zodiac: Gemni
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2853997306435161915-3354364522423170091?l=taufas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taufas.blogspot.com/feeds/3354364522423170091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2853997306435161915&amp;postID=3354364522423170091&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853997306435161915/posts/default/3354364522423170091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853997306435161915/posts/default/3354364522423170091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taufas.blogspot.com/2009/02/heres-tag.html' title='Here&apos;s a tag!'/><author><name>The TAUFA'S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03909585573448265804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2853997306435161915.post-6157966386911897338</id><published>2009-02-23T19:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T10:33:31.341-08:00</updated><title type='text'>8's questions tag</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;8 TV shows I watch:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;
&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Grey's Anatomy &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p&gt;Private Practice&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p&gt;House&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bones&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p&gt;NCIS&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fringe&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lie to Me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ghost Whisperer&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;8 Things that happened yesterday:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Went to church&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gave a lesson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Took a nap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Watch TV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Put music on Sekona's mp3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Played "I spy" computer game with Lillian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Read "ISSA's Fitness Program book"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ate faikakai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;8 Things looking forward to:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Getting paid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Going to the gym on Wednesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lillian's haircut tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Getting out of debt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Having a house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Going to the temple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Going on vacation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Losing weight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;8 Things on my wish list:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Have a house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Be out of debt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Watch Lillian grow up and get married&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Have another baby (if possible)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Have retirement&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Be healthy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Keeping my testimony strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;To be safe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;8 Things Sekona did yesterday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Slept in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Got ready for church&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Taught a lesson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Took a nap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ate pig, tapioca, faikakai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Talked on the phone (tongan)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Drove to church&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Played with Lillian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;8 People I tag:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Debbie &lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Korbi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tiffani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Katie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Elizabeth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Kristen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Crystal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lauren&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2853997306435161915-6157966386911897338?l=taufas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taufas.blogspot.com/feeds/6157966386911897338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2853997306435161915&amp;postID=6157966386911897338&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853997306435161915/posts/default/6157966386911897338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853997306435161915/posts/default/6157966386911897338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taufas.blogspot.com/2009/02/8s-questions-tag.html' title='8&apos;s questions tag'/><author><name>The TAUFA'S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03909585573448265804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2853997306435161915.post-3213793868470822781</id><published>2009-02-18T14:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T14:36:48.705-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lillianism's</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Lillian and I were heading home from the gym, passing a dairy or feedlot when:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;L: Mommy, know where milk comes from?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;M: where?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;L: The man pours the milk down the cows throat and the cow gives us milk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;M:  Close but not exactly right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Lillian and I discussing President's day and why I am not at work:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;L:  You're not going to work mom?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;M:  No, remember today is President's day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;L:  Where are my presents mom?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;M:  You don't get presents on President's day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;L:  Remember mom, on holidays it is nice to give everyone a present.  So, where is my present?  Are you mad at me mom?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;M:  No, I am not mad at you.  It's not presents day, but President's day--like George Washington and Abraham Lincoln's birthday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;L: They get presents how come I don't?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;M:  I'm sure they did, but it isn't that kind of holiday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;This is Tuesday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;L:  Where you going mom?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;M:  I have to go to work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;L: Why mom?  Why can't you stay home, you didn't go to work yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;M: Remember yesterday was a holiday and now today I get to go to work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;L:  Oh, so you don't work on Wednesday?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;M:  Yes I do--Monday, Tuesday, Wed, Thursday, and Friday unless there is a holiday like on Monday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;L:  Do you have to go to work?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2853997306435161915-3213793868470822781?l=taufas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taufas.blogspot.com/feeds/3213793868470822781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2853997306435161915&amp;postID=3213793868470822781&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853997306435161915/posts/default/3213793868470822781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853997306435161915/posts/default/3213793868470822781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taufas.blogspot.com/2009/02/lillianisms.html' title='Lillianism&apos;s'/><author><name>The TAUFA'S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03909585573448265804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2853997306435161915.post-981435265454738727</id><published>2009-02-14T22:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T22:35:10.115-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine's Tag</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;♥ How long have you been together? 11 years &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;

&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;♥ How long did you know each other before you started dating? A few hours. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;

&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;♥ Who asked who out? He asked me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;

&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;♥ How old are each of you? He is 37 and I am 34. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;

&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;♥ Whose siblings do/did you see the most? Mine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;

&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;♥ Do you have any children together? One &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;

&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;♥ What about pets? We discuss it, but I am afraid of him eventually eating one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;

&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;♥ Which situation is the hardest on you as a couple? Finance &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;

&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;♥ Did you go to the same school? No. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;

&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;♥ Are you from the same home town? No. Not even the same country. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;

&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;♥ Who is the smartest? He says I am, but I think he is smart as well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;

&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;♥ Who is the most sensitive? I think I am, but he has his moments. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;

&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;♥ Where do you eat out most as a couple? We rarely eat out as a couple, his favorite is King's Buffet or Chipotle orRed Robin or Ruby Tuesday (but mostly King's). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;

&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;♥ Where is the furthest you two have traveled together as a couple? Australia (with my sister, her friend and a niece). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;

&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;♥ Who has the craziest exes? Has to be him, I never dated before him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;

&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;♥ Who has the worst temper? Me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;

&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;♥ Who does the cooking? He makes mostly his own breakfast. I cook usually the larger meal when I cook. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;

&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;♥ Who is more social? About the same, maybe more him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;

&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;♥ Who is the neat freak? He loves the place to be clean, but doesn't usually do the cleaning. I love the place to be organized and struggle with keeping it the way I like it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;

&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;♥ Who is the more stubborn? I'm not sure. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;

&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;♥ Who hogs the bed? He definetly him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;

&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;♥ Who wakes up earlier? He does. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;

&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;♥ Where was your first date? Walk around Laie and to the gazebo behind the temple. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;

&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;♥ Who has the bigger family? I do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;

&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;♥ Do you get flowers often? Not really, but when I do get them they mean a lot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;

&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;♥ Who is more jealous? Neither of us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;

&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;♥ How long did it take to get serious? About 2 or 4 days, but nothing official for 2 weeks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;

&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;♥ Who eats more? Him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;

&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;♥ Who does/did the laundry? I do a lot of it, but when he wants something clean he will do it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;

&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;♥ Who’s better with the computer? I would have to say I am. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;

&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;♥ Who drives when you are together? He does. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;

&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Tag! You're it!
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2853997306435161915-981435265454738727?l=taufas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taufas.blogspot.com/feeds/981435265454738727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2853997306435161915&amp;postID=981435265454738727&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853997306435161915/posts/default/981435265454738727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853997306435161915/posts/default/981435265454738727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taufas.blogspot.com/2009/02/valentines-tag.html' title='Valentine&apos;s Tag'/><author><name>The TAUFA'S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03909585573448265804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2853997306435161915.post-4512712385346862251</id><published>2009-02-09T21:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T21:08:16.828-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LUCKY YOU!</title><content type='html'>Lucky you!The first FIVE people to respond to this post will get something made by me! My choice. For you. This offer does have some restrictions and limitations:&lt;p&gt;
1- I make no guarantees that you will like what I make!&lt;p&gt;
2- What I create will be just for you.&lt;p&gt;
3- It'll be done this year. (might be a little while)&lt;p&gt;
4- You have no clue what it's going to be.It may be a story. It may be poetry, shoes, bags, or a little invention of my own! I may draw or paint something. I may bake you something and mail it to you. Who knows? Not you, that's for sure!&lt;p&gt;
5- I reserve the right to do something extremely strange.&lt;p&gt;
 Believe me... it may blow your mind!The catch? Oh, the catch is that you must repost this on your blog and offer the same to the first 5 people who do the same on your blog. The first 5 people to do so and leave a comment telling me they did win a FAB-U-LOUS homemade gift by me! Oh, and be sure to post a picture of what you win when you get it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2853997306435161915-4512712385346862251?l=taufas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taufas.blogspot.com/feeds/4512712385346862251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2853997306435161915&amp;postID=4512712385346862251&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853997306435161915/posts/default/4512712385346862251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853997306435161915/posts/default/4512712385346862251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taufas.blogspot.com/2009/02/lucky-you.html' title='LUCKY YOU!'/><author><name>The TAUFA'S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03909585573448265804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2853997306435161915.post-515467600341369846</id><published>2009-02-01T22:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T22:42:25.414-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coloring and Stories!</title><content type='html'>I need to get some pictures of Lillian's coloring. She is getting pretty good, if I say so myself. She doesn't trace, just stays within the lines. She loves bold colors! She is constantly asking me to color with her, which I have fun doing except when she picks out what picture I can do. &lt;p&gt;

She loves the story of Goldilocks and the three bears! She was requesting that I tell her a story and that one popped into my mind. Now it doesn't matter if she is going to bed or not she wants to hear the "Papa bear story" or "Goldilocks". She varies on what it is called. Even when I am done she is requesting that I tell it to her again!
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2853997306435161915-515467600341369846?l=taufas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taufas.blogspot.com/feeds/515467600341369846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2853997306435161915&amp;postID=515467600341369846&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853997306435161915/posts/default/515467600341369846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853997306435161915/posts/default/515467600341369846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taufas.blogspot.com/2009/02/coloring-and-stories.html' title='Coloring and Stories!'/><author><name>The TAUFA'S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03909585573448265804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2853997306435161915.post-719602053951355991</id><published>2009-01-22T21:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T21:53:01.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyone needs to do before they die</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;I have marked the ones I have done in Bold! (put * by “sort of” ones)&lt;p&gt;

&lt;strong&gt;Started your own blog&lt;p&gt;
Slept under the stars&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;
Played in a band&lt;p&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Visited Hawaii&lt;p&gt;
Watched a meteor shower&lt;p&gt;
Given more than you can afford to charity&lt;p&gt;
Been to Disneyland&lt;p&gt;
Climbed a Mountain&lt;p&gt;
&lt;/strong&gt;Held a praying mantis&lt;p&gt;
Sang a solo&lt;p&gt;
Bungee jumped&lt;p&gt;
Visited Paris&lt;p&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Watched a lightening storm at sea&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;
Taught yourself an art from scratch&lt;p&gt;
Adopted a child&lt;p&gt;
Had food poisoning&lt;p&gt;
Walked to the top of the Statue of Liberty&lt;p&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Grown your own vegetables&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;
Slept on an overnight train&lt;p&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Hitch hiked&lt;p&gt;
Taken a sick day when you’re not ill&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;
Held a lamb&lt;p&gt;
Gone skinny dipping (* does it count if it was see through)&lt;p&gt;
Run a Marathon&lt;p&gt;
Seen a total eclipse&lt;p&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Watched a sunrise or sunset&lt;p&gt;
Hit a home run&lt;p&gt;
Been on a cruise&lt;p&gt;
&lt;/strong&gt;Seen Niagara Falls in person&lt;p&gt;
Visited the birthplace of your ancestors (*went to where my great grandparents use to live)&lt;p&gt;
Seen an Amish community&lt;p&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Fired a rifle, shotgun or pistol&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;
Seen Michelangelo’s David in person&lt;p&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Sung karaoke&lt;p&gt;
Seen Old Faithful geyser erupt&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;
Bought a stranger a meal&lt;p&gt;
Visited Africa&lt;p&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Walked on a beach by moonlight&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;
Been transported in an ambulance&lt;p&gt;
Had your portrait painted&lt;p&gt;
Gone deep sea fishing&lt;p&gt;
Seen the Sistine Chapel in person&lt;p&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Gone scuba diving or snorkeling&lt;p&gt;
Kissed in the rain&lt;p&gt;
Played in the mud&lt;p&gt;
Gone to a drive-in theater&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;
Visited the Great Wall of China in person&lt;p&gt;
Started a business&lt;p&gt;
Taken a martial art class&lt;p&gt;
Visited Russia&lt;p&gt;
Served at a soup kitchen&lt;p&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Sold Girl Scout cookies&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;
Gone Whale Watching&lt;p&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Got flowers for no reason&lt;p&gt;
Donated blood, platelets, or plasma&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;
Gone sky diving(*does gliding count)&lt;p&gt;
Visited a Nazi concentration camp&lt;p&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Bounced a check&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;
Flown in a helicopter&lt;p&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Saved a favorite childhood toy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;
Visited the Lincoln Memorial in person&lt;p&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Eaten Caviar&lt;p&gt;
Pieced a quilt&lt;p&gt;
&lt;/strong&gt;Stood in Times Square&lt;p&gt;
Been fired from a job&lt;p&gt;
Seen the Changing of the Guards in London&lt;p&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Been on a speeding motorcycle&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;
Seen the Grand Canyon in person&lt;p&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Published something (*does doodle magazine count from elementary school)&lt;p&gt;
&lt;/strong&gt;Bought a brand new car&lt;p&gt;
Walked in Jerusalem&lt;p&gt;
Visited the White House&lt;p&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Had chickenpox&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;
Sat on a jury&lt;p&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Met someone famous&lt;/strong&gt; (Met Elder Thomas S Monson, President Gordon B Hinckley was at my Graduation, famous pianist Vladimar K-something)&lt;p&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Joined a book club&lt;p&gt;
Lost a loved one&lt;p&gt;
Had a baby&lt;p&gt;
&lt;/strong&gt;Seen the Alamo in person&lt;p&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Swam in the ocean&lt;p&gt;
Owned a cell phone&lt;p&gt;
Been stung by a bee&lt;p&gt;
Seen Mount Rushmore in person&lt;p&gt;
Learned to play an instrument (then forgot mostly how)&lt;p&gt;
&lt;/strong&gt;Held a tarantula&lt;p&gt;
Touched an iceberg&lt;p&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Changed a baby’s diaper&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;
Taken a trip in a hot air balloon&lt;p&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Had an uncontrollable giggling fit at the worst possible moment&lt;p&gt;
Had a food fight&lt;p&gt;
Screamed as loudly as you possibly can&lt;p&gt;
Ridden a roller coaster&lt;p&gt;
&lt;/strong&gt;Visited all 50 states&lt;p&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Taken a road trip&lt;p&gt;
Milked a cow&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;
Been in a movie&lt;p&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Crashed a party&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Made cookies from scratch&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;
Gotten a tattoo (*a sprayed on tattoo)&lt;p&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Rafted the Snake River (*close the Columbia river and another one)&lt;p&gt;
Performed on stage&lt;p&gt;
Been to Las Vegas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;
Eaten shark&lt;p&gt;
Bought a house&lt;p&gt;
Been in a combat zone&lt;p&gt;
Walked the Golden Gate Bridge&lt;p&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Touched a sting ray&lt;p&gt;
Broken a bone&lt;p&gt;
Ridden a horse&lt;p&gt;
Eaten sushi&lt;p&gt;
Had your picture in newspaper&lt;p&gt;
Gone back to school&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;
Eaten fried green tomatoes&lt;p&gt;
Killed and prepared an animal for eating&lt;p&gt;
Dyed your hair (*tried to dye a piece of hair blond—didn’t work; did the wash out kind)&lt;p&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Caused a car accident&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;
Saved someone’s life&lt;p&gt;

I’m passing this tag onto: Those who have time and are interested in it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2853997306435161915-719602053951355991?l=taufas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taufas.blogspot.com/feeds/719602053951355991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2853997306435161915&amp;postID=719602053951355991&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853997306435161915/posts/default/719602053951355991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853997306435161915/posts/default/719602053951355991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taufas.blogspot.com/2009/01/everyone-needs-to-do-before-they-die.html' title='Everyone needs to do before they die'/><author><name>The TAUFA'S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03909585573448265804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2853997306435161915.post-7028716456678116024</id><published>2009-01-12T19:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T19:48:16.845-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holdin' back!</title><content type='html'>This last weekend I bought Lillian a write and wipe "I can Print" book.  Also, convinced Sekona to buy a Leap Frog Clickstart for cheap since it was on a good sale.  Lillian has been just floating ever since on her ability to recognize her letters and colors!  I sat back as she jumped up and down and her face lit so bright as she wrote a letter.  

A part of me was wondering if I had been holding back her ability to learn!  I forget just because she isn't in school, that she is only 4, that she couldn't and shouldn't still be learning.  She practiced her name today.  We are still working on putting the letters together.  I enjoy watching the aspect of learning and sometimes miss and forget that I should challenge myself to continue to learn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2853997306435161915-7028716456678116024?l=taufas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taufas.blogspot.com/feeds/7028716456678116024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2853997306435161915&amp;postID=7028716456678116024&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853997306435161915/posts/default/7028716456678116024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853997306435161915/posts/default/7028716456678116024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taufas.blogspot.com/2009/01/holdin-back.html' title='Holdin&apos; back!'/><author><name>The TAUFA'S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03909585573448265804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2853997306435161915.post-9132171248093575043</id><published>2008-12-30T11:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T11:59:15.693-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY SEXY SEKONA!</title><content type='html'>Ok, maybe most of you don't think of him that way, but I have called him that for so long, it just slips out.  I have toned it down since Lillian started saying Sexy instead of Daddy?!  It's his birthday and Lillian is so excited for him!  I just wanted to give a shout out--Happy Birthday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2853997306435161915-9132171248093575043?l=taufas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taufas.blogspot.com/feeds/9132171248093575043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2853997306435161915&amp;postID=9132171248093575043&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853997306435161915/posts/default/9132171248093575043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853997306435161915/posts/default/9132171248093575043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taufas.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-birthday-sexy-sekona.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY SEXY SEKONA!'/><author><name>The TAUFA'S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03909585573448265804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2853997306435161915.post-7817349633219601946</id><published>2008-12-17T09:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T09:43:08.223-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some winter pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="WIDTH: 480px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://w283.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w283.photobucket.com/albums/kk318/taufakat/Winter 08/684fbbcb.pbw" width="480" height="360" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/slideshows" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px; FLOAT: left; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px" src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s283.photobucket.com/albums/kk318/taufakat/Winter%2008/?action=view&amp;amp;current=684fbbcb.pbw" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px; FLOAT: left; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px" src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn_viewallimages.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here are some pictures of us getting our Christmas tree, Sekona using his muscles to chop it, Lillian enjoying decorating the tree, dressing up for winter and seeing the snow. NOTE: The snow caused the third block of church to be cancelled!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2853997306435161915-7817349633219601946?l=taufas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taufas.blogspot.com/feeds/7817349633219601946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2853997306435161915&amp;postID=7817349633219601946&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853997306435161915/posts/default/7817349633219601946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853997306435161915/posts/default/7817349633219601946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taufas.blogspot.com/2008/12/some-winter-pictures_17.html' title='Some winter pictures'/><author><name>The TAUFA'S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03909585573448265804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2853997306435161915.post-2617166526884215135</id><published>2008-11-26T16:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T17:39:54.219-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In the Spirit of Thanksgiving. . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;In the Spirit of Thanksgiving, I have been thinking a lot of what I am thankful for. Especially if you get caught up in the times of the world (economy, war, politics, etc, etc). So here are some thoughts that I have been contemplating while working on my cardio. . . &lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;10 Things I am Thankful for my Husband:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I'm thankful for his dedication to his family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I'm thankful for how committed he is when he has a plan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I'm thankful for the love and attention he gives me and Lillian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I'm thankful for his testimony&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I'm thankful for his concern for those around him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I'm thankful for his patience&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I'm thankful for his laughter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I'm thankful for his uncanny ablility to do anything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I'm thankful for his willingness to help out around the house when needed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I'm thankful for his dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;10 Things I am Thankful for Lillian:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I'm thankful for her ability to be happy at all times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I'm thankful for her never-ending energy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I'm thankful for her imagination&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I'm thankful for her love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I'm thankful for her desire to learn &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I'm thankful for her ability to love sports (and learn on her own ie swimming)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I'm thankful for hugs and kisses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I'm thankful for her uncanny sense of humor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I'm thankful for her dedication to those she loves (ie imaginary friends, cousins, etc)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I'm thankful for her times of rest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;10 Things I am thankful for in my life:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I'm thankful for a great family to love and support me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I'm thankful for my job&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I'm thankful for my testimony&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I'm thankful for a job that allows me to be home during the day and not too late at night, and that is not too consuming that I don't have energy or patience to deal with things of home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I'm thankful for the gym with a kid's club&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I'm thankful for an apartment in which to live and call home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I'm thankful for vehicles that work and can get us to where we need to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I'm thankful for my friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I'm thankful for my health (with diabetes and all)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I'm thankful for my ability to be patient, competitive, and understanding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Here are some memories (that don't even have to deal with Thanksgiving):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;The Thanksgiving trip we took to Arizona with David and Sharon that included Disneyland. (Leon, Eric, Jenny and I had a lot of fun racing to the rides of our choice.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;The summers of hiking with the family--hearing Peter and Jenny yelling "Whoa Nelly" all the way down the mountain side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Still in high school during Spring break went to Utah to visit Bret, Shelly and Jerry. Convinced Mom and Dad that I could ride home with someone else and stay with Cindy. Being lost on BYU campus and hoping and praying that &lt;em&gt;the group&lt;/em&gt; (Bret, Shelly, Jerry, Cindy, Kevin, Brian, Annette, etc) was going to meet to study on the 4th floor of the library. Jerry telling me he was going to take me to dinner and then waiting until 7 pm for him to pick me up. We went to an all you can eat taco buffet and drinks. Jerry telling me he was going to get his money worth (he didn't eat all day, and his coupon was $5.95 for two after 7 pm, and he also jumped up and down to make sure there was plenty of room in his stomach).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;On Valentine's day in Utah, going out to my car to go to class and thinking someone broke into my car to put a single rose in it. To find out it was from Jerry and Peter!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Scarring Frans at a young age at the movie "Jurassic Park". If he hadn't been so adamant that he couldn't get scared, and then asking cousins what was coming next, then I wouldn't have had to scare him!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Being on the sidelines of the football team Peter's Senior Year and seeing everything up close and counting how many he injured on the other team.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Bret, Jerry, Peter, and Frans meeting up with Mom and Dad to be present for my first child's blessing. They may never know how much that mattered to me and words can never express seeing them there and what it meant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;The many times Jenny would come and meet up with me in Provo, and then later the many phone conversations late at night when it was needed. Can't live without our daily phone conversation?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Jenny's and I trip to Disneyland before she got married. It was quick, fast, tiring, and fun (at least I remember it that way----of course our ride didn't show up to take us to and from the airport, it was early flying, couldn't decide which rides to ride first, meeting Goofy, deep conversations, etc)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;The many, many, many times we get together as a family and no matter how long it has been, or who has been added to it, we can get together to laugh and always play cards. There has been many card playing in the years!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;None of this is in any order, some other memories may come and I will think "How could I have forgotten that?" I will try not to change anything or add.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2853997306435161915-2617166526884215135?l=taufas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taufas.blogspot.com/feeds/2617166526884215135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2853997306435161915&amp;postID=2617166526884215135&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853997306435161915/posts/default/2617166526884215135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853997306435161915/posts/default/2617166526884215135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taufas.blogspot.com/2008/11/in-spirit-of-thanksgiving.html' title='In the Spirit of Thanksgiving. . . .'/><author><name>The TAUFA'S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03909585573448265804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2853997306435161915.post-503736932354067491</id><published>2008-11-20T21:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T21:25:39.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY ANNIVERSARY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uEMKjk67gH8/SSZCq8Bc9kI/AAAAAAAAAFc/kRHQb2w-374/s1600-h/Sekona3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270973719317902914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 217px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uEMKjk67gH8/SSZCq8Bc9kI/AAAAAAAAAFc/kRHQb2w-374/s320/Sekona3.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;To the love of my life! Eleven years ago I bumped into my sexy husband on the Byu-Hawaii campus and thought there was no way he would even take a look at me. He looks at me the same, if not more, and tells me I'm beautiful. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;He is my strength when I am weak. He is my heart when I am low. He is my testimony when mine is failing. He is my partner when I am unsure. He is my eyes when I can't see. I love him very much and am thankful for him everyday!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I suprised him by going to the 24 hour fitness last night and decorating his locker with a banner, card, streamers, and protein bar. I then made sure I was up and ready to go to the gym this morning (not as early as he goes 5 am). He brought me (I know I am so cliche, but I am a June baby and they love roses.) red roses! Lillian ran bawling to her room. She couldn't understand why daddy brought mommy a gift and not Lillian. We tried to explain, and just not sure if she understands or not. We went to Olive Garden for lunch, where Lillian was on her best behavior. I then went to work.
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&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2853997306435161915-503736932354067491?l=taufas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taufas.blogspot.com/feeds/503736932354067491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2853997306435161915&amp;postID=503736932354067491&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853997306435161915/posts/default/503736932354067491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853997306435161915/posts/default/503736932354067491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taufas.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-anniversary.html' title='HAPPY ANNIVERSARY!'/><author><name>The TAUFA'S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03909585573448265804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uEMKjk67gH8/SSZCq8Bc9kI/AAAAAAAAAFc/kRHQb2w-374/s72-c/Sekona3.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2853997306435161915.post-3332357753797627638</id><published>2008-11-15T02:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T02:31:01.168-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Waiting Game!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I've been distracted and feel I need to explain a little. If Sekona reads this he will probably not be too happy with me. He doesn't like having it out there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Everybody plays a certain type of waiting game. Kids for Christmas, getting their drivers licenses, sports, etc. Adults for good paying jobs, kids, house, etc. Sometimes we understand the waiting game and sometimes we have no idea what we are doing.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;This last month has been pretty much a waiting game for me. I am trying hard to figure it out and find what I can learn from it. Early October Sekona and I found out we were pregnant. As always we pray, wait and see what happens. As it seems to be usual for me, we saw the signs of a miscarriage. Through plenty of begged Priesthood blessings and prayers accepted the answer that it wasn't to be. Still, we waited. . . . I stopped going to the gym, tried not to do anything strenous and waited. I did something I normally don't do. I declined the ultrasound and just decided to go with the blood work to see that it was finished. Again the waiting to see the test results. The nurse phoned back and to me sounded confused or at least what she was telling me was confusing. I had to take another blood test, the results were going up. So I did only the tests weren't going up like it was suppose to. The doctor suggested getting a shot to terminate anything that might be there. My first instincts were NO. So I talked the doctor into the waiting game. My tests went up, but my progestrone levels were nonexistent. The ultrasound was clean and great. I stumped my doctor. He was willing to play the waiting game again, and I had more blood tests only the results were not doing what they were suppose to do. I was told I had an ectopic pregnancy. I ended up having to have the shot. Again more waiting and more blood tests. The results dropped considerably but then went up slightly the next time. My two options were to take the shot again or have surgery. The doctor suggested the shot, take more blood work and then if that doesn't work the surgery. So we are waiting again. I find out next Wednesday what is going on. At least I hope I do. One of the priesthood blessings was for me to have my body healed so that I could keep the baby (and as always if it was the Lord's will). I guess I need to heal some. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;So, I sometimes worry that we are letting life pass us by while we are waiting. I don't want that to happen. I love my life and how it is moving along, sometimes too fast for me to enjoy it. Still, I have many blessings and can't deny what has been given to me. I may never know why it is this way, but I look at my family and love everything about it. To those I normally respond to and check out, to the delayed emails I apologize. I guess I was worried it would affect how I responded.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Did I mention that I have had my car rear-ended one day (thankfully no damage) and then the next had someone back into it and put a dent where my gas tank is. It is finally all taken care of, but still a lot has been going on this month.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2853997306435161915-3332357753797627638?l=taufas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taufas.blogspot.com/feeds/3332357753797627638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2853997306435161915&amp;postID=3332357753797627638&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853997306435161915/posts/default/3332357753797627638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853997306435161915/posts/default/3332357753797627638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taufas.blogspot.com/2008/11/waiting-game.html' title='The Waiting Game!'/><author><name>The TAUFA'S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03909585573448265804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2853997306435161915.post-701692971065282904</id><published>2008-11-04T14:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T21:44:44.784-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pumpkin, Customes, Trick or treating..Oh My?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uEMKjk67gH8/SRDSnwLb2XI/AAAAAAAAAFU/yMNkeVyIDIo/s1600-h/%2708+Halloween+13.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264939544785705330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uEMKjk67gH8/SRDSnwLb2XI/AAAAAAAAAFU/yMNkeVyIDIo/s320/%2708+Halloween+13.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Here is Lillian as Princess Aurora.  She came to the office so that I could do her make up since Daddy said he didn't know anything about that?!&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uEMKjk67gH8/SRDSn7aOIUI/AAAAAAAAAFM/8jNkzAhbU94/s1600-h/%2708+Halloween+33.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264939547800510786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uEMKjk67gH8/SRDSn7aOIUI/AAAAAAAAAFM/8jNkzAhbU94/s320/%2708+Halloween+33.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is Keegan and Lillian at the Ward Trunk or Treat party.  I hear she had a lot of fun.
&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uEMKjk67gH8/SRDSnaECRzI/AAAAAAAAAFE/Pk6Q8oa2UVc/s1600-h/%2708+Halloween+11.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264939538849089330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uEMKjk67gH8/SRDSnaECRzI/AAAAAAAAAFE/Pk6Q8oa2UVc/s320/%2708+Halloween+11.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uEMKjk67gH8/SRDSnNS1KEI/AAAAAAAAAE8/VvCgy2RlBB4/s1600-h/%2708+Halloween+6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264939535421483074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uEMKjk67gH8/SRDSnNS1KEI/AAAAAAAAAE8/VvCgy2RlBB4/s320/%2708+Halloween+6.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; Lillian had fun carving her first pumpkin.  Of course, mommy had to do the actual carving but she did design it and clean it out.  This was the pumpkin she picked at the pumpkin patch.&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uEMKjk67gH8/SRDSm1YHOGI/AAAAAAAAAE0/9A4liO3gP5w/s1600-h/%2708+Halloween+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264939529001187426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uEMKjk67gH8/SRDSm1YHOGI/AAAAAAAAAE0/9A4liO3gP5w/s320/%2708+Halloween+1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2853997306435161915-701692971065282904?l=taufas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taufas.blogspot.com/feeds/701692971065282904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2853997306435161915&amp;postID=701692971065282904&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853997306435161915/posts/default/701692971065282904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853997306435161915/posts/default/701692971065282904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taufas.blogspot.com/2008/11/pumpkin-customes-trick-or-treatingoh-my.html' title='Pumpkin, Customes, Trick or treating..Oh My?!'/><author><name>The TAUFA'S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03909585573448265804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uEMKjk67gH8/SRDSnwLb2XI/AAAAAAAAAFU/yMNkeVyIDIo/s72-c/%2708+Halloween+13.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2853997306435161915.post-954614404151203286</id><published>2008-11-04T14:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T21:36:02.063-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Girl!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uEMKjk67gH8/SRDRvEfbQuI/AAAAAAAAAEs/ueHvgtiZeBM/s1600-h/%2708+Bday++1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264938570985718498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uEMKjk67gH8/SRDRvEfbQuI/AAAAAAAAAEs/ueHvgtiZeBM/s320/%2708+Bday++1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uEMKjk67gH8/SRDRuxIPdfI/AAAAAAAAAEk/2Hl8LRs_e10/s1600-h/%2708+Bday+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264938565788202482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uEMKjk67gH8/SRDRuxIPdfI/AAAAAAAAAEk/2Hl8LRs_e10/s320/%2708+Bday+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Can you believe 4 years ago this little miracle blessed our lives.  Lillian is such a blessing.  She is constantly happy, imaginative, and smart.  We enjoy having her in our lives.  She is into brothers, sisters, pretend friends, dolls, babies, swimming, cartoons (Max and Ruby, Curious George, Scooby Doo, Tinkerbell and so forth), movies, and playing with friends.  She picked out her cake.  She went to Olive Garden for lunch (Mom, Dad, and Eric) and then home for cake and ice cream before mom rushed to work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2853997306435161915-954614404151203286?l=taufas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taufas.blogspot.com/feeds/954614404151203286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2853997306435161915&amp;postID=954614404151203286&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853997306435161915/posts/default/954614404151203286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853997306435161915/posts/default/954614404151203286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taufas.blogspot.com/2008/11/birthday-girl.html' title='Birthday Girl!'/><author><name>The TAUFA'S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03909585573448265804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uEMKjk67gH8/SRDRvEfbQuI/AAAAAAAAAEs/ueHvgtiZeBM/s72-c/%2708+Bday++1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2853997306435161915.post-3307392002581607663</id><published>2008-11-04T14:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T21:45:37.683-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pumpkin Patch</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uEMKjk67gH8/SRDRehC9G4I/AAAAAAAAAEc/bhINq5jBWHQ/s1600-h/%2708+pumpkin+patch+21.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264938286593153922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uEMKjk67gH8/SRDRehC9G4I/AAAAAAAAAEc/bhINq5jBWHQ/s320/%2708+pumpkin+patch+21.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt; Here is Lillian's first choice of pumpkin. The Bi Zi farms employees informed us the kids have to carry out their own pumpkin. When I told Lillian she has to carry it, her response "No mommy it's too heavy you carry it." She searched and found 2 other ones before she picked one. She had lots of fun at the pumpkin patch.
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uEMKjk67gH8/SRDReX7ysRI/AAAAAAAAAEU/1qzMLV2qrN4/s1600-h/%2708+pumpkin+patch+13.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264938284147192082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uEMKjk67gH8/SRDReX7ysRI/AAAAAAAAAEU/1qzMLV2qrN4/s320/%2708+pumpkin+patch+13.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt; Lillian loved climbing on the haystack pyramid. You can see the backs of 4 of the Russell's (they are the ones in the floursent yellow shirts--Toby, Perry, Campbell, and Elizabeth). Lillian said it was a lot like playing at the Hokanson's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uEMKjk67gH8/SRDReNJn1NI/AAAAAAAAAEM/fej8JW7aLv4/s1600-h/%2708+pumpkin+patch++8.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264938281252410578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uEMKjk67gH8/SRDReNJn1NI/AAAAAAAAAEM/fej8JW7aLv4/s320/%2708+pumpkin+patch++8.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt; There was a maze made out of bales that the kids enjoyed. &lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uEMKjk67gH8/SRDRdnkTA7I/AAAAAAAAAEE/PMseZkXttGw/s1600-h/%2708+pumpkin+patch+5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264938271163745202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uEMKjk67gH8/SRDRdnkTA7I/AAAAAAAAAEE/PMseZkXttGw/s320/%2708+pumpkin+patch+5.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Here is Bronx and Lillian at the maze. There was also a petting zoo where Lillian pet a donkey, feed some goats, saw chickens and bunnies. She loved it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2853997306435161915-3307392002581607663?l=taufas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taufas.blogspot.com/feeds/3307392002581607663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2853997306435161915&amp;postID=3307392002581607663&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853997306435161915/posts/default/3307392002581607663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853997306435161915/posts/default/3307392002581607663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taufas.blogspot.com/2008/11/pumpkin-patch.html' title='Pumpkin Patch'/><author><name>The TAUFA'S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03909585573448265804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uEMKjk67gH8/SRDRehC9G4I/AAAAAAAAAEc/bhINq5jBWHQ/s72-c/%2708+pumpkin+patch+21.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2853997306435161915.post-4317631705458754984</id><published>2008-11-04T14:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T21:19:20.161-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seventeen Today, ok?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uEMKjk67gH8/SRDQuEdvpyI/AAAAAAAAAD8/UAnWdKc5njM/s1600-h/%2708+Fall+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264937454287169314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uEMKjk67gH8/SRDQuEdvpyI/AAAAAAAAAD8/UAnWdKc5njM/s320/%2708+Fall+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;A couple of weeks ago, Lillian walked into our room and told me she was going to be 17 today.  Also, she was going on a date with her boyfriend.  She left for a few minutes, came back in and then asks "Looks what my boyfriend bought me?!"  She had a crown on her head.  I told her it looked nice.  Then she lifts up her shirt and pulls on her swimsuit, "My boyfriend bought me this too."  "Oh, no no no!  You take it back to your boyfriend and tell him you can't have it."  She responds, "But he bought it for me, mommy."  My response, "I don't care.  A boyfriend will never buy you clothes, ever."  She stomps out not too happy.  If this is how she is at 4, then how will she be at 17?

&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2853997306435161915-4317631705458754984?l=taufas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taufas.blogspot.com/feeds/4317631705458754984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2853997306435161915&amp;postID=4317631705458754984&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853997306435161915/posts/default/4317631705458754984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853997306435161915/posts/default/4317631705458754984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taufas.blogspot.com/2008/11/seventeen-today-ok.html' title='Seventeen Today, ok?!'/><author><name>The TAUFA'S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03909585573448265804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uEMKjk67gH8/SRDQuEdvpyI/AAAAAAAAAD8/UAnWdKc5njM/s72-c/%2708+Fall+2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2853997306435161915.post-1438882127532984356</id><published>2008-10-19T21:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T12:58:46.669-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Tongan BBQ!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uEMKjk67gH8/SPwNNk-iKII/AAAAAAAAADc/cZaLtbexA7w/s1600-h/%2708+Sione+%26+Fehi.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259092991777319042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uEMKjk67gH8/SPwNNk-iKII/AAAAAAAAADc/cZaLtbexA7w/s320/%2708+Sione+%26+Fehi.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is Sione and Fehi enjoying the BBQ Shoyu chicken, breadfruit, and potato salad. It was nice of Sione and Saane to invite us over the afternoon. Sione, Fehi, Sekona did some tennis stuff and Saane and I got to visit and relax (oh, and went to Camas to pick up a worker and drop him off at the Max). &lt;p&gt;


&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uEMKjk67gH8/SPwNN1nB9OI/AAAAAAAAADk/t_K-UGJ3v4o/s1600-h/%2708+Sekona,+Sione+%26+Fehi+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259092996242142434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uEMKjk67gH8/SPwNN1nB9OI/AAAAAAAAADk/t_K-UGJ3v4o/s320/%2708+Sekona,+Sione+%26+Fehi+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sekona, Sione and Fehi having a fun time! (Like Fehi's fake tattoo. I guess the new way of doing it is to put on an arm sling that looks real!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uEMKjk67gH8/SPwNOYo2WhI/AAAAAAAAADs/2J_fMRsXle8/s1600-h/%2708+Siane%26+Kattie.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259093005645011474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uEMKjk67gH8/SPwNOYo2WhI/AAAAAAAAADs/2J_fMRsXle8/s320/%2708+Siane%26+Kattie.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is Saane and I! I'm not looking too good, but Saane looks great! It was a great afternoon and we look forward to doing it again sometime! I can't believe we have known them for close to 9 years! Their children have grown up a lot!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;
&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uEMKjk67gH8/SPwNOhtzmFI/AAAAAAAAAD0/_sWC9Nn56H8/s1600-h/%2708+Misc+72.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259093008081721426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uEMKjk67gH8/SPwNOhtzmFI/AAAAAAAAAD0/_sWC9Nn56H8/s320/%2708+Misc+72.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sekona was taking too long to find the perfect shot! This is what happens when he takes too long!
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2853997306435161915-1438882127532984356?l=taufas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taufas.blogspot.com/feeds/1438882127532984356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2853997306435161915&amp;postID=1438882127532984356&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853997306435161915/posts/default/1438882127532984356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853997306435161915/posts/default/1438882127532984356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taufas.blogspot.com/2008/10/tongan-bbq.html' title='A Tongan BBQ!'/><author><name>The TAUFA'S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03909585573448265804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uEMKjk67gH8/SPwNNk-iKII/AAAAAAAAADc/cZaLtbexA7w/s72-c/%2708+Sione+%26+Fehi.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2853997306435161915.post-4259390809655758019</id><published>2008-10-19T21:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T23:50:09.895-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Uncle Fehi!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uEMKjk67gH8/SPwL8ulyS-I/AAAAAAAAADM/nOTDfiAXalI/s1600-h/%2708+Fehi+and+Lillian.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259091602788469730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uEMKjk67gH8/SPwL8ulyS-I/AAAAAAAAADM/nOTDfiAXalI/s320/%2708+Fehi+and+Lillian.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is Uncle Fehi and Lillian. Lillian has been loving having her uncle around. She is getting more and more relaxed around him and is sad to see him go on Tuesday. Hopefully, Fehi is surviving Lillian throwing herself at him, walking into his room at anytime, screaming, and just being right next to him at all times. It has been great to get to know him. I now can honestly say he is my brother!
&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uEMKjk67gH8/SPwL8-nok0I/AAAAAAAAADU/4-WBTugQI9Q/s1600-h/%2708+Fehi,+Lillian+%26+Sekona+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259091607091188546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uEMKjk67gH8/SPwL8-nok0I/AAAAAAAAADU/4-WBTugQI9Q/s320/%2708+Fehi,+Lillian+%26+Sekona+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I believe Sekona has been loving having his brother here as well. There have been many late nights, lots of laughing, and no sleep. Fehi will be missed when he leaves.
&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2853997306435161915-4259390809655758019?l=taufas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taufas.blogspot.com/feeds/4259390809655758019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2853997306435161915&amp;postID=4259390809655758019&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853997306435161915/posts/default/4259390809655758019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853997306435161915/posts/default/4259390809655758019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taufas.blogspot.com/2008/10/uncle-fehi.html' title='Uncle Fehi!!'/><author><name>The TAUFA'S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03909585573448265804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uEMKjk67gH8/SPwL8ulyS-I/AAAAAAAAADM/nOTDfiAXalI/s72-c/%2708+Fehi+and+Lillian.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2853997306435161915.post-8172390752934678619</id><published>2008-10-19T21:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T21:40:17.797-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lillian's first photo taking?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uEMKjk67gH8/SPwLMK0Ji8I/AAAAAAAAADE/ZNKB2jlz8VM/s1600-h/%2708+Misc+71.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259090768551316418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uEMKjk67gH8/SPwLMK0Ji8I/AAAAAAAAADE/ZNKB2jlz8VM/s320/%2708+Misc+71.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Here is Lillian taking her first photo.  Sekona was a little hesitant of letting her.  I think she did alright.  Her second shot wasn't so good, maybe because we were laughing too much.  If you know Sekona, then you know if the picture of him doesn't turn out right it is destroyed.  Good job Lillian!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2853997306435161915-8172390752934678619?l=taufas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taufas.blogspot.com/feeds/8172390752934678619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2853997306435161915&amp;postID=8172390752934678619&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853997306435161915/posts/default/8172390752934678619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853997306435161915/posts/default/8172390752934678619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taufas.blogspot.com/2008/10/lillians-first-photo-taking.html' title='Lillian&apos;s first photo taking?!'/><author><name>The TAUFA'S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03909585573448265804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uEMKjk67gH8/SPwLMK0Ji8I/AAAAAAAAADE/ZNKB2jlz8VM/s72-c/%2708+Misc+71.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2853997306435161915.post-3771516075838281753</id><published>2008-10-16T19:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T08:13:16.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is there a target on my back?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Lillian loves taking her dolls and playing with them. Lately, she is telling me they are twins. (Her Cinderella and Minnie Mouse are one set and the other set is Molly and Emma.) Of course, Emma had to be thrown away when Lillian spilt finger nail polish all over her face. (This was done while I was at work and Sekona was on the phone. Daddy told her she had to throw it away I guess.) Anyways, Lillian is always talking about twins. I'm not even sure how she knows about them. If anything I would think she would be talking about triplets--her friends are a set of triplets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Sunday, I had a sister in the ward come up to me and ask if I was the one who was pregnant?! "Who told you I was pregnant?" She said the young women mentioned my name as being pregnant (I think she works in Young Womens). "I don't know how they could have mentioned my name." She could have sworn it was me and went off to seek out who was the pregnant sister. Then on Monday, I had a bus driver over hear the end of my conversation about David's little one. She came up to me later and saids, "So I take it your pregnant." "What?!"&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Also, we have Fehi visiting us until Tuesday. It has been nice to meet another member of Sekona's family. He is the youngest brother, 23, single, hoping to get into BYU-Hawaii, and seems a little shy but friendly. I think he has been having fun here with us. Hopefully, I'll be able to get a picture and post it one of these days. Lillian loves having uncle around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2853997306435161915-3771516075838281753?l=taufas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taufas.blogspot.com/feeds/3771516075838281753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2853997306435161915&amp;postID=3771516075838281753&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853997306435161915/posts/default/3771516075838281753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853997306435161915/posts/default/3771516075838281753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taufas.blogspot.com/2008/10/is-there-target-on-my-back.html' title='Is there a target on my back?!'/><author><name>The TAUFA'S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03909585573448265804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2853997306435161915.post-7271427734631818062</id><published>2008-10-05T23:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T23:30:54.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lillian Moment!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Here's a Lillian moment:&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Sekona and I were hugging. (I know too much information.)  But here is one of our family traditions.  Whenever Sekona and I start to hug, Lillian gets between us and joins in the hug (after we lift her into our arms).  A family hug!  But tonight I told Lillian this was just a "daddy and mommy" hug.  Lillian's response:  We're not a happy family.  With just the two of you there is no happy family without a child.  (Said in a sad voice.)  So of course, she was lifted into the family hug!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2853997306435161915-7271427734631818062?l=taufas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taufas.blogspot.com/feeds/7271427734631818062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2853997306435161915&amp;postID=7271427734631818062&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853997306435161915/posts/default/7271427734631818062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853997306435161915/posts/default/7271427734631818062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taufas.blogspot.com/2008/10/lillian-moment.html' title='Lillian Moment!'/><author><name>The TAUFA'S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03909585573448265804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2853997306435161915.post-6727350719560548351</id><published>2008-10-01T21:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T21:33:54.271-07:00</updated><title type='text'>7 Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;7 Things I want to do before I die: &lt;/span&gt;

&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;See Lillian go to college&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;See Lillian married in the temple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Serve a couple's mission with Sekona&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;learn Tongan and another language&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;have twins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;meet my in-laws&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;have a dream house&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;7 Things I Do Now: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;clean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;entertain Lillian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;try to be consistent on going to the gym&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;cook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;go to movies with Lillian and Sekona&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;go to parks &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;7 Things I Cannot Do: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Give up my testimony &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;7 Things That Attract Me to My Husband: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;his love for the gospel (testimony)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;his love for his family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;his laugh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;he thinks I am beautiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;his body &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;7 Things I Say Most Often: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;sweety/honey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Not now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;In a minute&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;don't yell/scream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Let's go &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;7 Celebrities I Admire: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Thomas S. Monson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Doris Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Dana Andrews&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Matthew McConaughey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Marcia Lynn McClure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cary Grant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Michael Jordan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;7 of My Favorite Foods: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Potatoes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ribs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Chipotle burrito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;peaches&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;faikakai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;white chocolate raspberry truffle cheesecake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;lu pulu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;7 of My Friends I tag. . . . Anyone who would like to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2853997306435161915-6727350719560548351?l=taufas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taufas.blogspot.com/feeds/6727350719560548351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2853997306435161915&amp;postID=6727350719560548351&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853997306435161915/posts/default/6727350719560548351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853997306435161915/posts/default/6727350719560548351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taufas.blogspot.com/2008/10/7-things.html' title='7 Things'/><author><name>The TAUFA'S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03909585573448265804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2853997306435161915.post-8689595276224041710</id><published>2008-10-01T10:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T10:47:36.789-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A couple of things. . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Lately I have been thinking it is cruel and unusual punishment for anyone to have an only child or to space them too far apart!! It is not only cruel to the child, but also to the parent. I love Lillian don't get me wrong, but lately she has tried my patience and is constantly wanting to be entertained. It gets a little frustrating when you are trying to get the apartment cleaned, go to the gym, get dinner ready, get ready for work, find time to be with Lillian, and try to have a conversation with Sekona as we are passing Lillian to each other. Lillian has had this habit lately of taking a bite of food and then just throwing it on the floor of the car. It doesn't matter if it is gum, candy, chips, cookie, fries, whatever she is eating while we are on the go it ends up on the floor (sometimes with her stepping on it to ground it into the floor). She is not allowed to eat in the car anymore. I know there are some out there who are like me and have a difficult time having another child (I don't blame them. These are my own thoughts.). I just didn't think I would have only one child and then if I am lucky to have another to have them so far apart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;

&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I would like to vent about a Washington State program that was introduced to me over a year ago.... ESIP (Employer Sponsored Insurance Program) which was explained to me as a reimbursement of my medical premiums that I pay to my employer and has nothing to do with my standing on any state funded program (Food stamps, Medical Coupons, etc.). Well, I was told this year that if I would drop Sekona from my insurance then they would be able to reimburse me for him and Lillian (she is on Medical Coupons). Why would I drop Sekona?? What they would reimburse for him wouldn't cover any of his medical costs. So, this year they can only reimburse me Lillian's portion of my employer medical coverage ($84 of the $461.53 I will be paying a month). Then she has the gall to ask me if I was on COBRA!! After I explain that I am not on COBRA and only work 9 months out of the year she tells me to talk to my employer about getting on a 12 month plan, when I explain to her that that is my 12 month plan and that is why I fork out 2 months of medical premiums out of pocket she has the gall to tell me "That is expensive insurance" Well, it is the cheapest of all the plans offered to me. "We still can only reimburse Lillian since she is on Medical Coupons." Whatever, I am grateful for the $84, but what or who exactly is the Employer (mine Evergreen School District or The State). I think the program is screwed up!!&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2853997306435161915-8689595276224041710?l=taufas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taufas.blogspot.com/feeds/8689595276224041710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2853997306435161915&amp;postID=8689595276224041710&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853997306435161915/posts/default/8689595276224041710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853997306435161915/posts/default/8689595276224041710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taufas.blogspot.com/2008/10/couple-of-things.html' title='A couple of things. . . .'/><author><name>The TAUFA'S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03909585573448265804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2853997306435161915.post-1405728679137485494</id><published>2008-09-22T18:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T18:51:48.711-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Value of NO. . . . and More Kids?</title><content type='html'>Sunday I was getting Sunday lunch finished while answering Lillian's requests (which most of them happen to be NO) and trying to convince Sekona that we had enough potatoes. Lillian requested something again (it could have been to watch her movie, eat now, play with her, etc.) and again I responded "No." Sekona was giving me red potatoes to mix in with a different variety and I said, "NO." Lillian comes up behind me and says, "Mom, you know that daddy and I don't listen to your No's."  What happened to the value of No?!&lt;p&gt;

Today, while shopping at Wal-Mart Sekona asked me to move to the side to let a lady pass. I moved to the side, but she was hesitant on passing. Eventually, she asked me if I were planning on having more children. "We would like to" was my response. She responded by saying "You should have more children." This caught me off guard since most people say to stop having children. Again she hestitated and then asks if she could say why. I told her to go ahead and tell me. She again made sure it was alright for her to voice her thoughts, after reassuring her she came closer to me, looked over her shoulder and said, "If you don't mind my saying so, your husband is too hot to not let the genes be passed on. You should have as many children as you can."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2853997306435161915-1405728679137485494?l=taufas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taufas.blogspot.com/feeds/1405728679137485494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2853997306435161915&amp;postID=1405728679137485494&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853997306435161915/posts/default/1405728679137485494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853997306435161915/posts/default/1405728679137485494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taufas.blogspot.com/2008/09/value-of-no-and-more-kids.html' title='Value of NO. . . . and More Kids?'/><author><name>The TAUFA'S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03909585573448265804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2853997306435161915.post-1307444140716991419</id><published>2008-09-18T10:14:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T10:46:27.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My friend, cousin, sister. . . Molly!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uEMKjk67gH8/SNKTkhN32II/AAAAAAAAAC0/dEjySxDErms/s1600-h/O.F.+Reunion+11.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247418771441178754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uEMKjk67gH8/SNKTkhN32II/AAAAAAAAAC0/dEjySxDErms/s320/O.F.+Reunion+11.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uEMKjk67gH8/SNKTlFDSZJI/AAAAAAAAAC8/Qh0WsUeba-M/s1600-h/O.F.+Reunion+34.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247418781060457618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uEMKjk67gH8/SNKTlFDSZJI/AAAAAAAAAC8/Qh0WsUeba-M/s320/O.F.+Reunion+34.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;No matter where we go or who Lillian is talking to (friend, stranger, coworker).  Lillian is always telling them about her friend, cousin, sister Molly!  She loves and adores hanging out with her cousin Molly and telling anyone she can about her.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2853997306435161915-1307444140716991419?l=taufas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taufas.blogspot.com/feeds/1307444140716991419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2853997306435161915&amp;postID=1307444140716991419&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853997306435161915/posts/default/1307444140716991419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853997306435161915/posts/default/1307444140716991419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taufas.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-friend-cousin-sister-molly.html' title='My friend, cousin, sister. . . Molly!'/><author><name>The TAUFA'S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03909585573448265804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uEMKjk67gH8/SNKTkhN32II/AAAAAAAAAC0/dEjySxDErms/s72-c/O.F.+Reunion+11.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2853997306435161915.post-6739184315378813976</id><published>2008-09-18T10:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T10:43:07.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Office!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uEMKjk67gH8/SNKSmTAjfmI/AAAAAAAAACs/j026RzT2UTc/s1600-h/%2708+Misc+65.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247417702475333218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uEMKjk67gH8/SNKSmTAjfmI/AAAAAAAAACs/j026RzT2UTc/s320/%2708+Misc+65.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is the Transportation door! &lt;p&gt;

&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uEMKjk67gH8/SNKSB4mDhKI/AAAAAAAAACk/NXP0-CbVZIc/s1600-h/%2708+Misc+66.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247417076909573282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uEMKjk67gH8/SNKSB4mDhKI/AAAAAAAAACk/NXP0-CbVZIc/s320/%2708+Misc+66.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The corner of the filing cabinet is MY OFFICE! I get to share the computer with the secretary. The little in box is my only possession at work. Next to my inbox is the monthly work orders for the busses that I get to input. Oh, the filing cabinets is where I file the daily mileage logsheets of the busses (after inputing them in the computer). &lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uEMKjk67gH8/SNKRyMp0M-I/AAAAAAAAACc/zZLrTxIPgSg/s1600-h/%2708+Misc+67.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247416807416148962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uEMKjk67gH8/SNKRyMp0M-I/AAAAAAAAACc/zZLrTxIPgSg/s320/%2708+Misc+67.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here are all but one row of the bus driver's box. Where they hang their key, route books, get messages and so forth.
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;And now you have an insight of my workplace.

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&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2853997306435161915-6739184315378813976?l=taufas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taufas.blogspot.com/feeds/6739184315378813976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2853997306435161915&amp;postID=6739184315378813976&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853997306435161915/posts/default/6739184315378813976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853997306435161915/posts/default/6739184315378813976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taufas.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-office.html' title='My Office!'/><author><name>The TAUFA'S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03909585573448265804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uEMKjk67gH8/SNKSmTAjfmI/AAAAAAAAACs/j026RzT2UTc/s72-c/%2708+Misc+65.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2853997306435161915.post-3963053160230093740</id><published>2008-09-18T10:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T10:35:51.477-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sharing of a Swing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Tuesday was a hot and sunny day. Like any other day Lillian begged Mom to take her to the park. "First, we need to pick up lunch for Dad and his worker's. I hear there is a park next to his work today!" Mom calmly replies to the hundredth request of the park. Anxiously Lillian awaits the arrival of the park, she slightly gets distracted at Dad's job site until Mom tells her it is time to go. "Where's the park, Mom?"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;

&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Mom arrives unknowingly to the park. It is a pretty park (with actual shade by the benches) and some good rides. Lillian is happy to be on the see saw, the 2 big slides and so forth. "Mom, play with me! Ride down the slide with me." Lillian begs. Just then a nice mother with a 3 year old daughter and a 7 month old son show up. Lillian is excited to see another girl to play with. They eventually make it to the swings, where Lillian shows off her swinging ability. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;

&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Another mother and child arrive. "Lillian, you have been on the swing for 5 minutes. Why don't you share and let the other little girl swing?" Mom absently asks Lillian. Lillian gets down with no thought and when the little girl, Anna, runs to the swing Lillian is stunned for a moment. Mom suggests playing on one of the other many toys.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;

&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Out of nowhere a huge screams belts from Lillian's mouth, "I don't want to. . . . No slide, no tire swing, no nothing." Of course, these responses to all of Mom's pleading to do something else while Anna was swinging. "She's been on the swing a long time." Lillian responds after Anna has been on it for less than a minute. "Lillian remember we are sharing. It is nice to share." Mom calmly reminds her. "I am sharing." She responds in a yell, with other sayings coming out of her mouth and now striking Mom. Mom looks around as now there are 3 mothers with children staring at my child as if something was going to rub off of her and on to her children.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;

&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;"Lillian, you don't act this way at the park. You keep this up and we are going home." Mom kneels and looks Lillian right in the eye. Still, Lillian was determined to have her say and continue on the path she was on. Mom got up and started walking away towards the car. Now the pleadings were "I don't want to go home. You can't make me go home. Mom wait." Mom as calmly as she can responds to her daughter who has been possessed by some tantrum queen states "We are going home."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;

&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Mom thinking it was safe to have her in the car soon learned the errors of her thinking as Lillian kicked the passenger seat in front of her, swinging at anything near her and hitting the window all the while screaming at the top of her lungs, "My bum is hot!" When Mom isn't responding she goes further by screaming "My back is hot! My bum is hot! I need to get out of the seat." Mom calmly shouts above her screams, "When we get home."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;

&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Mom and Lillian head into the house with a screaming Lillian. It takes Mom 45 minutes to calm her down. What happen to the innocent girl that started out at the park? Who know what could possess a little girl with the sharing of a swing?&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2853997306435161915-3963053160230093740?l=taufas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taufas.blogspot.com/feeds/3963053160230093740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2853997306435161915&amp;postID=3963053160230093740&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853997306435161915/posts/default/3963053160230093740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853997306435161915/posts/default/3963053160230093740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taufas.blogspot.com/2008/09/sharing-of-swing.html' title='Sharing of a Swing'/><author><name>The TAUFA'S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03909585573448265804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2853997306435161915.post-4628823575072553432</id><published>2008-09-14T19:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T20:05:42.778-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Husband Tag!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uEMKjk67gH8/SM3MQWrDHSI/AAAAAAAAACE/OOfEx8ukPkA/s1600-h/Mt+Rainer+12.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246073722292608290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uEMKjk67gH8/SM3MQWrDHSI/AAAAAAAAACE/OOfEx8ukPkA/s320/Mt+Rainer+12.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
1. Where did you first meet? Just outside the women's bathroom in the McKay building at Brigham Young University-Hawaii. (Just a side note--I was on vacation.) &lt;p&gt;
2. How long did you date before you got married? 5 Months! &lt;p&gt;
3. How long have you been married? In November 11 years! &lt;p&gt;
4. What does he do that surprises you? Just when I am feeling my worst, that is when he gives me the best compliment. Also, his complete faith. &lt;p&gt;
5. What is your favorite feature of his? His eyes. I also enjoy his smile. &lt;p&gt;
6. What is your favorite quality of his? How he meets the challenges before him and conquers them, his ability to be a hard worker, and willing to help anyone. &lt;p&gt;
7. Does he have a nickname for you? Since our neighbors in TVA knew Sekona was home by him saying "Hey Babe" as he approached the door. So, I guess that is it. &lt;p&gt;
8. What is his favorite color? Black. &lt;p&gt;
9. What is his favorite food? Depends--if he is around Polynesians it is definetly Poly food (Lu sipi, fish, etc.), if it is during his workout stages it is plain chicken, salad, broccoli, eggs, and if it is just normal day anything he can eat! &lt;p&gt;
10. What is his favorite sport? TENNIS and weight lifting. &lt;p&gt;
11. When and where was your first kiss? You will think it is so unoriginal---On our first date behind the Laie temple at the gazebo overlooking the city lights and ocean. &lt;p&gt;
12. What is your favorite thing to do as a couple? Probably drive around and look at the different houses and imagining the type we would like to get. That or watch movies. &lt;p&gt;
13. Do you have any children? One miracle baby. Of course, she isn't a baby anymore. &lt;p&gt;
14. Does he have a hidden talent? He doesn't think he can dance, but I enjoy how he dances (even the way he won't show anyone). &lt;p&gt;
15. How old is he? 36. &lt;p&gt;
16. Who said "I love you" first? I'm not sure, but I am betting he did. &lt;p&gt;
17. What is his favorite type of music? Polynesian (tongan, tongan reggae) and hip hop. &lt;p&gt;
18. What do you admire most about him? His strong testimony in the gospel, the loving way he watches over and protects our family, his strong sense of morals. &lt;p&gt;
19. Do you think he will read this? Not unless I tell him it is on here, and then he will probably beg me to change the picture. &lt;p&gt;
20. I tag: Kristen, Vaitaire, Korbi, Ashley, Trish, Lauren&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2853997306435161915-4628823575072553432?l=taufas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taufas.blogspot.com/feeds/4628823575072553432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2853997306435161915&amp;postID=4628823575072553432&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853997306435161915/posts/default/4628823575072553432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853997306435161915/posts/default/4628823575072553432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taufas.blogspot.com/2008/09/husband-tag.html' title='Husband Tag!'/><author><name>The TAUFA'S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03909585573448265804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uEMKjk67gH8/SM3MQWrDHSI/AAAAAAAAACE/OOfEx8ukPkA/s72-c/Mt+Rainer+12.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2853997306435161915.post-5726073264682739916</id><published>2008-09-11T23:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T00:01:37.584-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer's Over!</title><content type='html'>Well, school has started which means that I am back to work. Nothing too new there. I still feel like a new employee in the office for the first few weeks, except the mechanics make me feel welcomed!! Sekona and I are struggling to figure out the work schedule (even though mine is set and consistent, Sekona's isn't), so I am sure Lillian feels tossed around. The bus driver's enjoy seeing her energy and are surprised at her age. &lt;p&gt;

Work is the same and the transition has been pretty smooth. Of course, today I was told the secretary has a gall bladder situation (possibly surgery) and I am unsure what that means for me. The payroll specialist would like for me to train a little more (I had helped fill in for 6 months last year when a employee was out with heart surgery and hernia surgery.) just in case anything happens and also to keep up on the process. Especially since Jaleit prefers not to do the Kronos part of the desk and I don't mind it. &lt;p&gt;

There will probably not be much added to the blog since not much will be going on except boring work.
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2853997306435161915-5726073264682739916?l=taufas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taufas.blogspot.com/feeds/5726073264682739916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2853997306435161915&amp;postID=5726073264682739916&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853997306435161915/posts/default/5726073264682739916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853997306435161915/posts/default/5726073264682739916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taufas.blogspot.com/2008/09/summers-over.html' title='Summer&apos;s Over!'/><author><name>The TAUFA'S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03909585573448265804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2853997306435161915.post-5398695645795940870</id><published>2008-08-31T23:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T23:32:21.512-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Phantom of the Opera</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uEMKjk67gH8/SLuJZl1cQ_I/AAAAAAAAABc/0-fGvJDuPYk/s1600-h/Phantom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240933664121701362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uEMKjk67gH8/SLuJZl1cQ_I/AAAAAAAAABc/0-fGvJDuPYk/s320/Phantom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/f/f8/Phantom.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/f/f8/Phantom.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I had this crazy idea to attend the Phantom of the Opera. Mom, Bret (since Brooke was in a state competition), Shelly, Christine, Abby, ShaRee, Clarissa, Jenny, Haylee, Heather, Bonnie, Chelsea, and I were able to all go. Mom, Jenny, Haylee, Jax arrived Friday night and we were able to head over to Jeff's and be able to have dinner with them and to visit. It was a nice visit. Christine, Abby, ShaRee and Clarissa arrived Friday evening. Bret, Shelly, Frans, Heather, Dana flew in that morning. We all met up at Ruby Tuesday to have lunch before heading to the Opera. Frans, Dana, Sekona and Lillian were at home. Lillian loved having Haylee and then later on Dana to play with! The play (pop opera, operetta, whatever it is to be called) was nice. Christine's character had a strong voice, I loved the Phantom's voice and I thought Raoul's voice was a little weak. I had brought Sekona's binocular's and was able to see the costume's up close and they were beautiful. It turned out to be a really fun weekend. &lt;p&gt;

Frans, Heather, Dana were able to spend the night and Lillian was able to enjoy Dana some more. She really loved being around the cousins this weekend, and Granny! Overall, it was a great weekend and fun. I have a hard time believing that school (which means work) starts on Wednesday, but as in all things we, or I, must return to work.
&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2853997306435161915-5398695645795940870?l=taufas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taufas.blogspot.com/feeds/5398695645795940870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2853997306435161915&amp;postID=5398695645795940870&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853997306435161915/posts/default/5398695645795940870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853997306435161915/posts/default/5398695645795940870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taufas.blogspot.com/2008/08/phantom-of-opera.html' title='Phantom of the Opera'/><author><name>The TAUFA'S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03909585573448265804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uEMKjk67gH8/SLuJZl1cQ_I/AAAAAAAAABc/0-fGvJDuPYk/s72-c/Phantom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2853997306435161915.post-6090635406031893004</id><published>2008-08-19T10:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T10:26:31.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh the wishes of children!</title><content type='html'>Lillian is in love with babies!  Nothing too new, but since being around Jax and Dana her thoughts are more demanding.  Here is a few examples:  The first time she got to hold baby Jax, she turned to me and said "I want one.  Can we have a baby?"  I told her she needed to talk to daddy about it.  Then just yesterday we were in the car and she said, "Let's go to the hospital."  'Go to the hospital?'  "Yes" 'Why?' "So you can go and pick up a baby, mommy."  I told her that isn't how it is done.  We tried distracting her with what she would call the baby--she was stuck on Jax and Molly.  When we told her those names are already taken she was upset.  She really wants to have a baby in the house.  She isn't the only one, but I guess I have learned more patience than her on this topic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2853997306435161915-6090635406031893004?l=taufas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taufas.blogspot.com/feeds/6090635406031893004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2853997306435161915&amp;postID=6090635406031893004&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853997306435161915/posts/default/6090635406031893004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853997306435161915/posts/default/6090635406031893004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taufas.blogspot.com/2008/08/oh-wishes-of-children.html' title='Oh the wishes of children!'/><author><name>The TAUFA'S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03909585573448265804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2853997306435161915.post-1915641338901496175</id><published>2008-08-18T16:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T17:07:26.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Twilight Series!</title><content type='html'>Many of my friends are talking about this Twilight Series stuff. I was unsure about all the hype for it, if I wanted to even get involved in reading a series. So after much delaying and contemplating I gave in and have read the series. I sometimes have a hard time enjoying something that other people rave about, because I am expecting to be blown away with all the praise. I wouldn't say I was obsessed with it, but I had a desire--no need to finish it. I read all 4 books--Twilight, New Moon, Eclipse, and Breaking Dawn. I have enjoyed them. I am interested in going to see the movie when it comes out. I started the Series on Friday night (the night of Dakota's baptism) and finished this last Sunday. So, I am unsure if that is reading fast or if I took a long time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2853997306435161915-1915641338901496175?l=taufas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taufas.blogspot.com/feeds/1915641338901496175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2853997306435161915&amp;postID=1915641338901496175&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853997306435161915/posts/default/1915641338901496175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853997306435161915/posts/default/1915641338901496175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taufas.blogspot.com/2008/08/twilight-series.html' title='Twilight Series!'/><author><name>The TAUFA'S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03909585573448265804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2853997306435161915.post-8458886578282190854</id><published>2008-08-18T14:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T10:30:24.914-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O. Frans Yorgesen Family Reunion!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uEMKjk67gH8/SKnu6oadyGI/AAAAAAAAABU/6HqOp0j17d4/s1600-h/Grandpa+%26+Grandma+Y+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235978732843157602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uEMKjk67gH8/SKnu6oadyGI/AAAAAAAAABU/6HqOp0j17d4/s320/Grandpa+%26+Grandma+Y+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've been distracted and am finally putting down my thoughts of the reunion. First of all, I thought it was awesome and such a great turn out!! We had only 4 families missing! I was kind of surprised by Sekona's lack of picture taking, but then again he was having fun with the water fight, water volleyball, volleyball and watching the kids enjoy the inflatable house and swimming. Lillian enjoyed the inflatable house, the swing set at Leon's house, swimming, and most definetly the bubble pool! We had lunch, games and talking, a superior slideshow (by Mike and Jenny, and even with technical difficulites it was a hit and a tear jerker), and dinner. It is amazing the ancestory--Frans and Verella have 4 children, 28 grandchildren and 83+ great grandchildren (I knew of at least one pregnancy). We have covered the South Pacific area, Europe area , United States area, South America area, soon Canada, South Africa, Asia, Trinidad area in the mission fields!! How amazing is that! It was a busy weekend with a nephew's baptism (Dakota), Family Reunion, a nephew's baby blessing (Jax). Here is basically my run down:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;David and Sharon were on their mission in Russia! Annette was there with her kids and it was great to see her. Brian had other committments and therefore was unable to attend. Kevin's kids have all grown up! It was good to chat and see Cindy again, who is living in Rifle, Colorado. Leon was a very happy new father of a baby girl, Macey! Eric's kids are grown! McKenzie looks a lot like her father and the other 3 have grown so much. Becky is still in Rifle, Colorado but keeping her options open. David was there, but missing his pregnant wife very much. Dennis was unable to make it.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Lillie and Raymond looked great! It was great to see Kurt and Michelle (who don't look like they have aged since I have been away from college!). Their son, Taylor, accepted a mission call to Canada Toronto (south?)--the oldest great grandson! Clint looked great and you can tell that he has a deep love for his children and their wellbeing! Clark was not there. I was able to chat a little bit with Monica, but missed Grant (everytime I saw him he was on the other side of the group). Jill and Scott were doing great! She is expecting her first and I think she is excited. They have a plan--it must be nice to have a plan. I try at times, but my plans don't always seem to go as planned. JoAnn looked great as always. I hope she does well in her (would you call it a medley) Triatholon in Wales. She will be running the 5k, Travis, her husband, will swim, and Lillie (mom) will ride the bike. It seems like fun! It was great to see her twins as well.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Mom and Dad's family was doing great. I kind of felt bad because I was so busy making sure I made the rounds with my cousins, I didn't get a chance to talk to my sister-in-laws much. I hope they understand and had a great time as well. It was great to be able to spend so time with Bret and to know that we have some things in common. I didn't realize that we may have some similarities in our lives.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Ann and Bob were doing well. Todd and Dena's children seem to mix in so well that it was hard to tell which one belonged to which one. I saw Tony and was able to say 'hi', but didn't really get a chance to talk to him much. Mary was there and she looked like she was doing well. I probably bugged Taryn as he sat in the back of Sekona's pickup for the slideshow. Tiffani and Ruben were fun to talk with and I got to know Ruben better. Congrats on the house! Scott and Debbie looked great as always. Stephen and Korbi are doing well. I believe Korbi likes to take pictures, because she approached Stephen about running out of memory on the memory stick. Joel and Michelle are doing well and giving us Washingtonian's lip about our Washington potatoes aren't as good as his Idahoan's potatoes--like he couldn't tell the difference Washington's is always superior to Idaho's?! He had three pretty girls and a pretty new boy. Staci and Felix were a riot. Staci was glad to reconnect with David, Becky and Frans.
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&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2853997306435161915-8458886578282190854?l=taufas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taufas.blogspot.com/feeds/8458886578282190854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2853997306435161915&amp;postID=8458886578282190854&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853997306435161915/posts/default/8458886578282190854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853997306435161915/posts/default/8458886578282190854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taufas.blogspot.com/2008/08/o-frans-yorgesen-family-reunion.html' title='O. Frans Yorgesen Family Reunion!'/><author><name>The TAUFA'S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03909585573448265804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uEMKjk67gH8/SKnu6oadyGI/AAAAAAAAABU/6HqOp0j17d4/s72-c/Grandpa+%26+Grandma+Y+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2853997306435161915.post-2712793358751509838</id><published>2008-08-15T18:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T18:42:57.965-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How Can I Be</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/jjDkQI2OO-w' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/jjDkQI2OO-w'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I saw this on my friend's blog and love the song?!  I hope you enjoy it as much as I do?!  Thanks--Kristen&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2853997306435161915-2712793358751509838?l=taufas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taufas.blogspot.com/feeds/2712793358751509838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2853997306435161915&amp;postID=2712793358751509838&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853997306435161915/posts/default/2712793358751509838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853997306435161915/posts/default/2712793358751509838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taufas.blogspot.com/2008/08/how-can-i-be.html' title='How Can I Be'/><author><name>The TAUFA'S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03909585573448265804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2853997306435161915.post-691483384385370684</id><published>2008-08-07T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T09:37:23.221-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Wonderful World?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uEMKjk67gH8/SJsjvL5FMCI/AAAAAAAAAAs/yBkCWVuTPZk/s1600-h/Autumn+Leaves.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231814685673992226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uEMKjk67gH8/SJsjvL5FMCI/AAAAAAAAAAs/yBkCWVuTPZk/s320/Autumn+Leaves.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uEMKjk67gH8/SJsjvJan69I/AAAAAAAAAA0/J2EqvTfOLKw/s1600-h/Cabo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231814685009374162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uEMKjk67gH8/SJsjvJan69I/AAAAAAAAAA0/J2EqvTfOLKw/s320/Cabo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uEMKjk67gH8/SJsjvVQMaoI/AAAAAAAAAA8/l8FpXDXaSps/s1600-h/Desert+Landscape.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231814688186854018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uEMKjk67gH8/SJsjvVQMaoI/AAAAAAAAAA8/l8FpXDXaSps/s320/Desert+Landscape.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uEMKjk67gH8/SJsjvTevKcI/AAAAAAAAABE/BkYUvWNpe84/s1600-h/Forest.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231814687710980546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uEMKjk67gH8/SJsjvTevKcI/AAAAAAAAABE/BkYUvWNpe84/s320/Forest.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uEMKjk67gH8/SJsjvpf-mvI/AAAAAAAAABM/tF2JMAIAdqE/s1600-h/TwoJackLake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231814693621766898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uEMKjk67gH8/SJsjvpf-mvI/AAAAAAAAABM/tF2JMAIAdqE/s320/TwoJackLake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Last Friday Sekona and I went to the Portland, Oregon Temple.  As usual I get all giddy and feel so much joy that it is undescribable, along with the peaceful feeling.  As you can tell I always enjoy going to the temple.  This thought came to my mind--if this world is so beautiful (and there are many who think it is, just look at some of the examples) just imagine how beautiful the Celestial Kingdom will be?!  With all that is constantly bombarding us with negativity, just looking around and there is so much beauty in the world.
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&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2853997306435161915-691483384385370684?l=taufas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taufas.blogspot.com/feeds/691483384385370684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2853997306435161915&amp;postID=691483384385370684&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853997306435161915/posts/default/691483384385370684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853997306435161915/posts/default/691483384385370684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taufas.blogspot.com/2008/08/what-wonderful-world.html' title='What a Wonderful World?!'/><author><name>The TAUFA'S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03909585573448265804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uEMKjk67gH8/SJsjvL5FMCI/AAAAAAAAAAs/yBkCWVuTPZk/s72-c/Autumn+Leaves.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2853997306435161915.post-6077861464367092790</id><published>2008-08-06T11:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T11:13:47.808-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Destined to Stay!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uEMKjk67gH8/SJnoUMmX80I/AAAAAAAAAAk/USQBLd99Q38/s1600-h/%2708+Summer+27.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231467875844748098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uEMKjk67gH8/SJnoUMmX80I/AAAAAAAAAAk/USQBLd99Q38/s320/%2708+Summer+27.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yesterday was Primary Activity Day!  As a Primary Teacher and as a parent I was asked to stay.  One parent was to stay with their child, I was designated even before it was even started.  Sekona was busy working (and we can't complain there!).  Lillian had lots of fun--she participated in the cupcake walk (I was even impressed with her patience, as it took her several turns before winning a cupcake!), fishing, guessing what was in the sack, obstacle course (It was Nephi's journey--get the brass plates, pick up the Liahona, wilderness, hunting grounds, build a ship, and on to the Promised land!), face painting-only she didn't want it on her face, and bubbles.  She loved trying to take care of the little ones, especially Penny (She is the youngest of the Russell's.) 
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&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2853997306435161915-6077861464367092790?l=taufas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taufas.blogspot.com/feeds/6077861464367092790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2853997306435161915&amp;postID=6077861464367092790&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853997306435161915/posts/default/6077861464367092790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853997306435161915/posts/default/6077861464367092790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taufas.blogspot.com/2008/08/destined-to-stay.html' title='Destined to Stay!'/><author><name>The TAUFA'S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03909585573448265804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uEMKjk67gH8/SJnoUMmX80I/AAAAAAAAAAk/USQBLd99Q38/s72-c/%2708+Summer+27.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2853997306435161915.post-1170747498946957653</id><published>2008-08-02T18:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:43:07.698-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts of Hawaii</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uEMKjk67gH8/SJUMh8LSfXI/AAAAAAAAAAc/VqgvOZp4KZc/s1600-h/Hawaii+12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230100319489391986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uEMKjk67gH8/SJUMh8LSfXI/AAAAAAAAAAc/VqgvOZp4KZc/s320/Hawaii+12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uEMKjk67gH8/SJUK9KWr2lI/AAAAAAAAAAU/r14KlDx0TLg/s1600-h/Venture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230098588128500306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uEMKjk67gH8/SJUK9KWr2lI/AAAAAAAAAAU/r14KlDx0TLg/s320/Venture.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Lately, I have been thinking of Hawaii! Not too hard when I hear the music, have scenes of Hawaii hanging up, landlord and neighbors are Polynesian, visit my friends blog that can't help but remind me----oh and married to a Tongan. I think I am ready for a vacation to the islands. Sekona tells me he is planning a Taufa reunion in 2010 in Tonga. Also, a friend of ours headed to BYU-Hawaii to achieve her dreams, which also brings back all types of memories!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I have two pictures of Jon Mozo on my wall (one of them is the turtle above). He has a limited selection of pictures as he died the year we moved. Still, his pictures remind me of the wonderful times I had in Hawaii.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2853997306435161915-1170747498946957653?l=taufas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taufas.blogspot.com/feeds/1170747498946957653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2853997306435161915&amp;postID=1170747498946957653&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853997306435161915/posts/default/1170747498946957653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853997306435161915/posts/default/1170747498946957653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taufas.blogspot.com/2008/08/thoughts-of-hawaii.html' title='Thoughts of Hawaii'/><author><name>The TAUFA'S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03909585573448265804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uEMKjk67gH8/SJUMh8LSfXI/AAAAAAAAAAc/VqgvOZp4KZc/s72-c/Hawaii+12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2853997306435161915.post-7211732213897048622</id><published>2008-07-29T09:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T17:03:15.421-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A few moments of Lillian!</title><content type='html'>Here are just a few comments or reactions from Lillian: &lt;p&gt;

Saturday night we were heading out. Sekona went to retrieve something from the pickup and I said, "Daddy is hot!" Lillian, "Daddy isn't hot?!" "He isn't?" Lillian, "No Daddy is cool!" "You don't think he is hot?" Lillian, "Daddy's not hot, he isn't sweating. He is cool!" &lt;p&gt;

Sunday the Primary President was giving a talk in Sacrament. I was trying to get Lillian to sit still, lower her voice and trying to listen to the talk. Sister Morgan was saying something about Primary shouldn't be the sole teaching and that the home should be, something about how children should know how and where they should be and telling parents that as they are out in the halls to question youth on if they should be in the halls and where they should be and then gave the following example. "A few weeks ago, I was roaming the halls when a Sunbeam, Lillian Taufa, came running around the corner. She immediately stopped, her eyes got huge, pointing behind her and said, "My teacher is behind me." Sure enough around the corner came Sister Abrahms and the rest of the Sunbeams. Lillian knew was suppose to be with her teacher." As soon as Lillan heard her name her eyes got huge and in a silly voice said, "That's me. I'm Lillian Taufa. She's talking about me. Oh man!" The Mendez family in front of us were giggling with her responses. &lt;p&gt;

Monday, Lillian and I were discussing and I don't even know what about, but the end conversation was "We're all Tongans." I said, "All of us." Lillian, "Yea, Daddy is Tongan. I'm Tongan. Mommy is Tongan." "I'm Tongan. I didn't know I was Tongan." Lillian, "Yea, I'm Tongan because of Daddy and you're Tongan too." &lt;p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;It was great to be at the airport anxiously awaiting the return of Mom and Dad from their mission to Moscow, Russia. It seemed that this mission took longer than when they were on their mission in Australia, and they were only gone for 18 months this time and not 2 years?! Maybe because I wasn't so limited on being able to call them when they were in Australia (we had cheaper phone charges then) than in Russia. Still, it was great to have them come home! What a wonderful example they continue to be to me and the grandkids! To know their love of the gospel, that their testimonies are strong, and that they are willing to serve the Lord. I am sure Mom is wondering if she should head back, since I call her almost everyday on any little thing?! All I can say is Welcome Home! Welcome Home! Love you tons!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2853997306435161915-7990263954020000214?l=taufas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taufas.blogspot.com/feeds/7990263954020000214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2853997306435161915&amp;postID=7990263954020000214&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853997306435161915/posts/default/7990263954020000214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853997306435161915/posts/default/7990263954020000214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taufas.blogspot.com/2008/07/welcome-home-mom-and-dad_29.html' title='Welcome Home Mom and Dad!'/><author><name>The TAUFA'S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03909585573448265804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2853997306435161915.post-1421349070890026489</id><published>2008-07-28T13:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T13:16:40.079-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories, what memories?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I'm not expecting too many comments on this. As you've noticed I haven't given too many people my blog site, but fair game is fair game. I left a comment and so should post these instructions.&lt;p&gt;


1. As a comment on my blog leave one memory that you and I have had together. It doesn't matter if you knew me little or a lot, anything you remember. You can include Sekona and/or Lillian.&lt;p&gt;


2. Next, repost these instructions on your blog and see how many people leave a memory about you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2853997306435161915-1421349070890026489?l=taufas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taufas.blogspot.com/feeds/1421349070890026489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2853997306435161915&amp;postID=1421349070890026489&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853997306435161915/posts/default/1421349070890026489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853997306435161915/posts/default/1421349070890026489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taufas.blogspot.com/2008/07/memories-what-memories.html' title='Memories, what memories?!'/><author><name>The TAUFA'S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03909585573448265804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2853997306435161915.post-647372388478058022</id><published>2008-07-26T12:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T12:56:32.981-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Thinking</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Can I say how much I dislike titles? I never was any good at it in school?! &lt;/span&gt;I have been checking other blogs and trying to determine which type or way am I going to blog. There are those who put thoughts and feelings, surveys, pictures, interesting stories, journaling, and so forth. I do more emailing than blogging, so most would already know what is going on. Still, it is interesting to see the pictures and know what is going on that isn't put in email. So I guess I could do a mixture of all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2853997306435161915-647372388478058022?l=taufas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taufas.blogspot.com/feeds/647372388478058022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2853997306435161915&amp;postID=647372388478058022&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853997306435161915/posts/default/647372388478058022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853997306435161915/posts/default/647372388478058022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taufas.blogspot.com/2008/07/just-thinking.html' title='Just Thinking'/><author><name>The TAUFA'S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03909585573448265804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2853997306435161915.post-3337472182184238371</id><published>2008-07-25T09:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T13:26:34.451-07:00</updated><title type='text'>That was fast!</title><content type='html'>As mentioned previously Sekona headed to California and then to Salt Lake City to play tennis, so Lillian and I headed to Jenny's. We arrived on June 26th and Jenny had a pleasant suprise by going into labor on Saturday and then having a healthy son on Monday. (Since she wasn't to have the baby until the scheduled C-section on July 8th!) There were a few trips to the hospital as Jax wasn't released as soon as we would have liked.  The kids loved seeing Jax though and couldn't wait for him to be home.&lt;p&gt; 

Lillian loved being around her cousins!! Molly and Lillian had a love-hate relationship. They were either defending each other or attacking each other! Still, if they had to spend time apart they were in the deepest of woes and couldn't wait until they were back together again. (One night I took Lillian to town to have a little time away and Molly came running up and said, "Remember to come back!".  Another time Molly and the family were going to visit Jax as a family and Lillian went up to her in tears saying, "You have to come back.  Don't forget to come back home.  I'll be here waiting!") We visited with Jerry's and Peter's family as well. Christine and ShaRee were impressed with Lillian's swimming skills. Molly got some scissors down and Lillian cut Molly's, Mikaydi's and her hair!  That didn't go over too well, especially since Jenny was excited to show Mikaydi last curls before they were gone.  A few were able to be salvaged, but not what was on the agenda.&lt;p&gt; 

Mom and Dad came home from their mission in Russia and we were there to greet them!!! It was lots of fun to see Mom and Dad again. Sekona came up for it and Lillian was glad to see her Daddy again!!! Only she didn't want to go home with him yet! Sekona would ask if he should take her back with him. Her response, "No daddy! I have to stay with Molly for ever and ever and then I go to Granny's!" Yes, Granny was kind enough to take the three younger ones to spend a few nights with her and Papa! I believe they had quite the adventure with Molly, Lillian and Mikaydi! I had a wonderful time holding Jax when he was finally released from the hospital! What a special little guy! Soon it was time for Lillian and I to head back and where did the 3 weeks go!  It was a whirlwind of activity!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2853997306435161915-3337472182184238371?l=taufas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taufas.blogspot.com/feeds/3337472182184238371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2853997306435161915&amp;postID=3337472182184238371&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853997306435161915/posts/default/3337472182184238371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853997306435161915/posts/default/3337472182184238371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taufas.blogspot.com/2008/07/that-was-fast.html' title='That was fast!'/><author><name>The TAUFA'S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03909585573448265804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2853997306435161915.post-2099321358887188071</id><published>2008-06-24T18:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T18:53:56.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it time yet!!!</title><content type='html'>Sekona was kind enough to mention to Lillian that she is heading to Molly's house tomorrow.  Luckily for me I am stuck with describing and teaching the concept of time.  She was doing really good on counting down the days.  Each morning she would say that it was one day closer and hold up how many fingers was left.  I was planning on suprising her on when we were actually going.  All day she has been asking is it time yet to go to Molly's?  I keep reminding her that she needs to go to sleep first, wait until tomorrow, and drop daddy off at the airport.  Her reply is that it is taking too long?!  Oh, the anticipation of kids!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2853997306435161915-2099321358887188071?l=taufas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taufas.blogspot.com/feeds/2099321358887188071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2853997306435161915&amp;postID=2099321358887188071&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853997306435161915/posts/default/2099321358887188071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853997306435161915/posts/default/2099321358887188071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taufas.blogspot.com/2008/06/is-it-time-yet.html' title='Is it time yet!!!'/><author><name>The TAUFA'S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03909585573448265804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2853997306435161915.post-6718630199514575287</id><published>2008-06-23T09:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T10:01:05.107-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time for a Catch up!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="WIDTH: 480px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://w283.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w283.photobucket.com/albums/kk318/taufakat/Lincoln City/Catch up/8fbc58c6.pbw" width="480" height="360" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://i283.photobucket.com/redirect/album?action=slideshow&amp;amp;landing=/slideshows&amp;amp;type=3" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px; FLOAT: left; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px" src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s283.photobucket.com/albums/kk318/taufakat/Lincoln%20City/Catch%20up/?action=view&amp;amp;current=8fbc58c6.pbw" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px; FLOAT: left; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px" src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn_viewallimages.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Here are a few pictures!  Our anniversary, our trip to Idaho, Easter (where Kalo, Sione, and Ana were visiting), and a few others.  I'm just trying to catch up and finally figuring things out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2853997306435161915-6718630199514575287?l=taufas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taufas.blogspot.com/feeds/6718630199514575287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2853997306435161915&amp;postID=6718630199514575287&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853997306435161915/posts/default/6718630199514575287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853997306435161915/posts/default/6718630199514575287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taufas.blogspot.com/2008/06/time-for-catch-up.html' title='Time for a Catch up!'/><author><name>The TAUFA'S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03909585573448265804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2853997306435161915.post-8929689682642148640</id><published>2008-06-23T09:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T09:45:59.365-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lincoln City 08</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="WIDTH: 480px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://w283.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w283.photobucket.com/albums/kk318/taufakat/Lincoln City/e5ad0f72.pbw" width="480" height="360" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://i283.photobucket.com/redirect/album?action=slideshow&amp;amp;landing=/slideshows&amp;amp;type=3" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px; FLOAT: left; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px" src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s283.photobucket.com/albums/kk318/taufakat/Lincoln%20City/?action=view&amp;amp;current=e5ad0f72.pbw" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px; FLOAT: left; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px" src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn_viewallimages.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;For Mother's day weekend we went to Lincoln City, Oregon.  We attended the Oregon Ironman bodybuilding show!!  The sun was peaking through at times, and rain was drizzling at times as well.  While touring Lincoln City a police car passed us, slammed on its brakes and came behind our car.  We didn't think much of it until a few blocks later we had lights on!!  Sekona forgot to put on his seatbelt.  Lillian was kind enough to inform the police officer that she had her's on--"Hey cop!!  I got my seatbelt on!  See cop mines on!!  Hey cop, want to see bouncy?" Bouncy was her new stuffed animal she received.  Luckily, we were released with a warning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2853997306435161915-8929689682642148640?l=taufas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taufas.blogspot.com/feeds/8929689682642148640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2853997306435161915&amp;postID=8929689682642148640&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853997306435161915/posts/default/8929689682642148640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853997306435161915/posts/default/8929689682642148640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taufas.blogspot.com/2008/06/lincoln-city-08.html' title='Lincoln City 08'/><author><name>The TAUFA'S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03909585573448265804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2853997306435161915.post-5250103487700182575</id><published>2008-06-13T19:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T19:35:11.108-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I inept?!</title><content type='html'>I am finding that it is a little difficult to figure things out.  Either I don't have enough time or I am inept.  Sekona is able to figure out his profile, get pictures on, copy music or videos to his and here I am just journaling since I don't know how it works.  I look at my family and friends and they have these cool blogs.  I guess I will just have to figure it out and lock Lillian out of the room.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2853997306435161915-5250103487700182575?l=taufas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taufas.blogspot.com/feeds/5250103487700182575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2853997306435161915&amp;postID=5250103487700182575&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853997306435161915/posts/default/5250103487700182575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853997306435161915/posts/default/5250103487700182575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taufas.blogspot.com/2008/06/am-i-inept.html' title='Am I inept?!'/><author><name>The TAUFA'S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03909585573448265804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2853997306435161915.post-961809397850261095</id><published>2008-06-12T10:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T10:57:51.917-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I finally gave in!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I have finally given in and followed others in blogging!  I am not sure if I will have much to add.  I try to keep up on my emails and to me that is a lot like blogging.  Of course, I probably could add more pictures to the blog than to my emails.  School is almost out and I am actually looking forward to it.  By next week, I will be a free woman with more time on her hands than she knows what to do with?!  Of course, I already have plans and things to do to keep me busy.  There is also, always something to be done in the home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2853997306435161915-961809397850261095?l=taufas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taufas.blogspot.com/feeds/961809397850261095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2853997306435161915&amp;postID=961809397850261095&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853997306435161915/posts/default/961809397850261095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853997306435161915/posts/default/961809397850261095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taufas.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-finally-gave-in.html' title='I finally gave in!'/><author><name>The TAUFA'S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03909585573448265804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
