tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-86657419097699722982024-03-13T14:03:08.265-07:00Life of Miss Kali and Mr. CashKali Vukihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08013273109028805844noreply@blogger.comBlogger65125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8665741909769972298.post-23002932460642605202013-08-16T16:59:00.000-07:002013-08-16T16:59:19.778-07:00A Letter for GrandmaSunday night I got a call from my dad saying that he was on his way up to Sandy because Grandma wasn't doing so well and that he will call me in the morning for more details. I was a little nervous but I figured she would be fine since last time I got that phone call she was up and walking around when I drove up there.<br />
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I was woken up by a phone call from dad saying that Grandma didn't make it and that she has gone to be with Grandpa. Last time I was with her our entire family was there and we all said our 'Goodbyes' as a whole. I figured that since all the other grand kids lived near her were able to have a one-on-one with her, I was never able to have a one-on-one session with my grandma like I would have wanted. But that's what this post is about.<br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I've been mourning the loss of you this whole week when a beautiful mother who I have considered as another mother was finally able to inspire me to mourn, but more importantly to celebrate your life. And that is what this is. This is my way of celebrating your life. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Thank you for teaching me to include everyone. I know your English was broken and you preferred Tongan, but you knew that my brother and I never really understood the language so you always tried your hardest to speak in English. I want to thank you for that. Thank you for unknowingly teaching us all to include everyone in everything no matter what the barrier was. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I want to thank you for having dreams with me. I knew Cash was the one for me to be with forever when I knew he had to meet you. I wish he could have met Grandpa too, but he will when he gets up there and waits for me. I know you were waiting for a call from me saying that we have set a wedding date so that you can start making our wedding cake. (And to be honest, even though everyone told me to keep telling you no. I would have said yes. Because that's what you wanted and I wanted it too.) But now you can be there. You will be at our wedding to enjoy and dance along with us. I know you will bring Grandpa and others when you come to be apart of that joyful day. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I want to thank you for showing me how to be strong. I believe I got my strength from you. Before you were diagnosed with cancer you showed how strong you were to be able to leave us here and go on two missions. You showed me how strong your passion and love for the gospel was and that you were willing do anything to share your love. After you were diagnosed you showed me how strong you were for the family. I didn't really see any of your bad days, but if I did you were strong enough to still be apart of our activities, even if you were just a bystander. You showed me that even if you didn't feel well or if something wasn't going right you were strong enough to hold the family together.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">But most of all, I want to thank you for this family. Thank you for coming to this great country to not only pursue your dreams, but also your children's dreams.Thank you for creating a family with Grandpa that is willing to open their arms and their hearts to everyone. Thank you for teaching this family to love the gospel and to be faithful to the church. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I love you Salote Kalielea Pale Vuki.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Kalilea (Kali) Ana Vuki</span></div>
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Kali Vukihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08013273109028805844noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8665741909769972298.post-40391065249665587802013-02-27T12:48:00.002-08:002013-02-27T12:48:32.228-08:00It's been awhile. . . <div style="text-align: center;">
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Right as the spring semester started my work (Lin's) has gone into remodel mode. Well, they started the day after Thanksgiving, but they didn't go full force until January. It's been insane. Lately, and literally, all I have done is work or school. No social life, no love life, nothing. Just ask Miriam and Cash or my Lin's famn damily. I don't really have time for any of them. And I hate it. But I have just a few short 20 minutes before my next class so I'll be quick and tell you what's been going on.</div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">School</span>: It's crazy but somehow I'm getting better grades than what I had expected with what else is going on. (Part of why I'm so busy) But the best part is it's all about writing papers. (Minus math. That subject can just burn in hell forever.) Good thing I'm an excellent writer or else I'd be screwed. Oh, and I'm thinking about going back up to SUU. I know I've been up there and back but I just don't feel like I was ready for it and with what has been happening not only at home but everywhere else that has made me grow I feel as if I'm ready and I could handle being away this time. </div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Relationships</span>: It's as if they have been put on hold for the time being. It sucks and shouldn't happen (I'll make that change soon) I try and make time to spend with Cash but it's as if I get called in to cover a shift or he makes other plans on the days I have off so we hardly ever see each other. It's as if I'm single but I have a guy who I hang out with barely once a week but too tired to really do anything with other than sit on the couch and just do nothing because I'm exhausted. (Long distance relationships suck and are more work than any other type of relationship. But I wouldn't trade it for the world. He is mine and I am his.)</div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Health</span>: Somehow with all of the stuff I have going on I have been able to go to Dr. Pinkston at Advance Health and doing NAET (Nambudripad's Allergy Elimination Technique) This is a whole other blog post that is set aside for when I have more time and not just a few minutes. It's amazing how this process works. And I'm also writing research papers on it so I'm becoming the know-it-all of NAET for my family and friends. Oh, and WINGS. I have only gone through one session of it but I can tell a <span style="font-size: large;">MAJOR</span> difference on how I used to handle certain situations and how I handle them now. (Part of the reason I feel like I'm ready to go back to SUU. And another blog post on it's own that I will disclose with you.)</div>
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So yeah. I've been that busy. </div>
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Kali Vukihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08013273109028805844noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8665741909769972298.post-46494475216704929852012-12-03T23:09:00.001-08:002012-12-03T23:09:37.541-08:00The Month of Giving ThanksI know it's late but I'm doing it anyways!<br />
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I've been slacking on my posts. I know. I'm sorry. Cash has been bugging me more than ever to make a post. Welp, here's a quick update. End of July Cash, pretty much the entire Williams clan (minus a few) and I went to Yellowstone National Park. It was a bunch of fun. TONS of driving but it was worth it. Then during Labor Day weekend Cash and I went on a river trip down the Green Rive in Colorado and Utah starting at the Gates of Lodore and ending up somewhere by Vernal, Utah, I think. Anyway, it was tons of fun we went with Uncle Ron and a few of his friends, Lucas, Josh and a few of his buddies as well. AND my cousin James got married second week of October and with the whole family we couldn't help but have a great time( another post about this soon.) And then Halloween. Actually, nothing really happened other than I dressed up as Rosie the Riveter for work. It was great.<br />
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So anyway to what this post really is about. . No Shave November. Just kidding, it's only about November, the month of giving thanks. So a lot friends on Facebook have been posting daily about what they are thankful for that day. I wanted to do it but I'm not a fan of doing that kind of stuff. So here I go.<br />
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1. I'm thankful for my mom. She has the answer for everything and knows what to say and when to say it . </div>
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2. I'm thankful for the soldiers/veterans who have fought and do fight for this wonderful country.</div>
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3. I am thankful for Cash.(the boyfriend not money) I am thankful for all that he has done for me and what I have done for him. I can truly say that for the almost past 3 years we have both grown up more than we thought we could.</div>
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4. I am thankful for social networking. Without it I wouldn't be able to stalk random people I went to school with, I mean, keep in touch with family and close friends.</div>
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5. I am thankful for Youtube. There I said it, it's out there. There are some days where life just SUCKS and nothing can make it better. And then you hop on Youtube and somehow find the funniest/cutest thins ever and it just makes everything better.</div>
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6. I am thankful for Miriam Roche. She may or may not see this, but even though we fought rarely it was always felt like Clash of the Titans.</div>
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7. I am thankful for my family. I'm not talking about my brothers (yes, I'm thankful for them) but I'm saying I'm thankful for extended family. Aunts, Uncles, Cousins, Grandparents. I know I have a lot, but I am thankful for each and everyone of them.</div>
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9. I am thankful for modern medicine and health technology. Without out it none of us would be able to understand why we have certain health issues.</div>
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15. I am thankful for love. L-O-V-E I'm not talking about going all out and extravagant for one occasion (<span style="font-size: x-small;">unless that's what you define as love, then ignore the rest of this number and jump to 16</span>). I'm talking about when a person is proud of who you are, what you do, appreciates you, wants to be there with you and for you. The person (or people) who keep your 'love tank' full (by 'love tank' I mean that we all have a place in our heart that is like a gas tank, but for love. And when it's full we are confident, happy, and want to show/share our love for others. But when it's empty, we cry out for love and sad/bad things can happen after that.) I guess I should write an entire other post for this one too. I got it from a book called The 5 Love Languages by Gary Chapman. (you can borrow it if you would like, but remember to return it to me. It's a book that I plan on rereading for the rest of my life. (Cross your fingers so I can get Cash to read it at least once.)</div>
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16. I am thankful for my brothers. They all are very different from each other. They all may be annoying and mean sometimes, but we all get along great (Especially since we all past the puberty stage.)<br />
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17. I am thankful for TV series. I don't know what it is, but television shows that last longer than 2 seasons are amazing. Dr. Who, The Big Bang Theory, How i met Your Mother, etc. . all those shows are amazing. AND I LOVE THEM!!<br />
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18. I am thankful for nature. Any and all things not touched by man are beautiful and amazing.<br />
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19. I know I already said I am thankful for education, but I am thankful for my Humanities class. I don't know what it is (I've said that before), but this class has made so many connections with so many other things in my life that it has opened my eyes up to a lot of things.<br />
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20. I am thankful for movies. Just like TV shows they are made for our entertainment and for us to memorize and quote at the right time int he right moment.<br />
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21. I am thankful for being a Romantic. I know, weird thing to be thankful for, right? I'm learning new things in my humanities class every time we meet and I'm slowly becoming sad that it comes to an end in a couple of weeks.<br />
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22. I am thankful for strangers. Another weird one, I know. But there is something about talking with random strangers of having them help you with something that you're struggling with that make it all that much better.<br />
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23. I am thankful for vehicles. Without them I would never be able to get to where I need to go.<br />
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24. I am thankful for being free. And by free I mean that I am thankful for the fact that I have the choice to vote and be heard. That I can say what I want and not be punished for any of it. So yeah, I am thankful for this nations president(s) and what they and our founding fathers have done for what we have today. (Don't go all political on me.)<br />
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25. I am thankful for Instant Netflix. I wouldn't be caught up with all the shows and movies everyone somehow magically have time for.<br />
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26. I am thankful for Teen Mom 2. WHY? It's a great birth control method with what and who they have to deal with. I know everyone goes through it, but watching it is better than living it. (too harsh)<br />
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27. I am thankful for footie pajamas. WHY? Because they make everything so much easier to deal with and they are super cute!!! Just like this <a href="http://www.kigu.co.uk/shop/giraffe.html" target="_blank">one</a> (If I was rich enough, I'd have all them) (Cash buy me one. . . PUHLEEEASE!!!!)<br />
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Kali Vukihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08013273109028805844noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8665741909769972298.post-58627604245964435022012-09-14T17:22:00.001-07:002012-09-14T17:22:38.565-07:00PSY - GANGNAM STYLE (강남스타일) M/VI'm pretty sure ya'll have heard of this song before. If not, then listen to it because it has over 150 million views on the interweb at a site called the Youtube. I love this song. Yes, I do know the dance. And I have no regrets.<br />
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Kali Vukihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08013273109028805844noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8665741909769972298.post-12114057990496075072012-08-15T15:00:00.001-07:002012-08-15T15:00:18.323-07:00All You Are Is Mean<div style="text-align: center;">Ever have a coworker who is just MEAN!? I do. And let me tell you. . . She is MEAN!! </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">We all have our fights to battle in life which is understandable but taking it out on someone who doesn't even have any part in your problems is unacceptable. Spreading rumors and bashing someone is no way to treat anyone. At all.'</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"> I didn't know what to do for the longest time. I tried different ways to approach her and her meanness. But it just didn't work. So I finally decided that enough is enough and went to the boss man. I told him the problems that she has been blaming on me and the rumors she has been spreading and that even though I'm not the only one she is mean to I get the brunt of it all since I have to work side by side with her.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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Kali Vukihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08013273109028805844noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8665741909769972298.post-28769268058924126682012-05-30T22:57:00.003-07:002012-05-30T22:57:18.222-07:00Update?Alright, so I know I should have been keeping up on my "blogging" but I've just been too busy. So be prepared that this will be a very lengthy post. . . Where should I start?<br />
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So on my wonderful dads side of the family we had a reunion. It's been pretty much 12 years since the entire family has gotten together under one roof. And let me tell you, there is no roof big enough to hold the love that flows through each of us. The St. George Crew (<span style="font-size: x-small;">Cash, Me, Charles, Julieann, and Dad</span>) made breakfast on Saturday for the big family reunion day. After breakfast we went down and cheered on my cousin's kids games. Which was more fun than I thought. (<span style="font-size: x-small;">can't wait for them to cheer on my future kids in sports</span>). After being cheerleaders we made our way to a wonderful park where we had a BBQ and fun games like egg toss and kickball. (<span style="font-size: x-small;">Kickball was awesome. And as I was looking around I noticed almost all of my family members were barefoot. Then I realized.</span> . . You know you come from a brown family when everyone is barefoot and playing kickball on a baseball diamond.) After the BBQ we all went back to get ready and have a family dance/talent show at my Aunt Laura's church. We had tons of fun and learned many new things of where we come from and who we are. I know a lot of them wanted to come down to St. Geezy for the next reunion, but the days they were planning are during some of the most hottest times of the year, after we explained that to them we have agreed to keep it in Sandy for the time being. On Sunday, (Mother's Day) we all dressed up for church wearing pink for my grandma (She's battling cancer) in support of her fight. She's a strong and beautiful women who has much love and much support around her everyday. Anyways, here are some pictures of the reunion.<br />
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Charles and I playing in the Egg Toss (we won)</div>
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My Aunt Laura Lui and My Grandma Salote Kalilea Pale Vuki</div>
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So I'm pretty sure you all knew about the Solar Eclipse in Kanarraville, Utah. Obviously with so many people wanting to come to the house to watch the fun. I decided to put together a potluck dinner for everyone so they can enjoy fun, food, and the eclipse. I know ya'll want pictures but I was too busy being a host (actually I didn't have a camera and didn't really feel like taking pictures either) so I let everyone else take pictures and just enjoy the company. SO MANY PEOPLE were in town it was just ridiculous. I've never seen K-town or Cash's house packed with as much people that were there. It was still tons of fun and I'm glad everyone had a great time. I met Cash's cousin Sally, her husband Mike, and their two out of three kids Serena and Sam. They are all a blast and I can't wait for them to come back down! </div>
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So I started a new job about a month ago. No I didn't leave Lin's <span style="font-size: x-small;">(sadly. JK) </span>I went from seasonal produce girl to Meat Deli Clerk/ Poultry Specialist. I pretty much work EARLY mornings. Depending on the size of our load I'm either at the store at 4 a.m. or 6 a.m. which sucks, but I get off more earlier than ever thought of so that's nice. If you don't know what a Meat Deli Clerk is (or if you are just curious but don't really care) I pretty much take care of the lunch meats, cheeses, hot dogs, bacon, and sausages. (pretty much Aisle 6). And I'm also in charge of the frozen bagged chicken that somehow everyone loves to buy. So that's my new job. I work with another lady named Julie. We have our ups and downs but we work pretty well with each other. </div>
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So. . . That's been my life so far. It's been crazy, but I love it. I'll try to update my fitness blog with some interesting things I found out about myself, but it's late and I'm tired. So I'll do it another time. So keep your eyes open for that update. </div>
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K. </div>Kali Vukihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08013273109028805844noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8665741909769972298.post-65771534932264393452012-02-26T20:55:00.003-08:002012-02-26T20:55:58.567-08:00To move or not to move. . . That is the questionSo lately I've been thinking about moving back home to the George of Saint. But I don't know. Don't get me wrong I love SUU. I love the classes and the atmosphere here at SUU. <span style="font-size: large;">BUT</span> I can't afford it and I hate the location of it. This has been the most stressful, depressing, energy consuming, confusing, anxiety attacking semester I've ever had. I started mornings at my job so now I'm up by 4 a.m. and with school, homework, and life I'm usually in bed by 9 or 10. So I'm usually getting 6 to 7 hours of sleep which for me isn't all that bad. <span style="font-size: x-small;">(I work better off of 6 to 7 hours of sleep than I do with 8.)</span> But I have a <span style="font-size: large;">problem</span>. I get so stressed and have mini anxiety attacks that I'm going to sleep in and get fired that I constantly wake up every hour just to check the time to see if I slept in.<br />
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So I've been thinking about moving back home. I don't know. I made a Pros and Cons list and my "pros" are two pages long and my "cons" are only a half page. So yeah. My pros for moving back are pretty big. But I can't afford to be "seasonal" at Lin's. . <span style="font-size: large;">BUT </span>Lin's is hiring!!! They are hiring for a Meat Deli Clerk which for the past two weekends I have been working and training for. SO. . . Tomorrow I'm going to call Jordan (Meat Manager) and see if I can apply for the job and if he will give it to me and handle me working part time evenings for the next month or so until school is out. And if he gives it to me then I'll move back home, go back to school at Dixie, and save up some money so I can try living on my own again some day. I guess you really don't have to read this since I've already made up my mind that I'll move back if I get the job. But I like typing out my problems. Eventually you're going to hear my reasons for what I do, so why not just put it on here and let you all read it. Right?<br />
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;">P.S. Sydney, If you read this. If I move back we can finally do our concealed weapons permit and gun!!</span></div>Kali Vukihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08013273109028805844noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8665741909769972298.post-46219440376480852962012-02-23T15:27:00.002-08:002012-02-23T15:27:27.674-08:00Check It OutSo I made a new blog. It's like my public journal for weight loss. Hope you enjoy my "journey" to healthier me.<br />
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Lately I've been thinking about what I want to do before I die.</div>
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Watch Phantom of the Opera in Las Vegas </div>
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Go to Europe</div>
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Get in a fight. And WIN ( Fight Club style)</div>
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Go to the San Diego Zoo</div>
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Enjoy the sunset on a beach in Mexico</div>
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Convince Cash to go on a couple of cruises.</div>
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Visit the east coast </div>
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Walk the Great Wall of China</div>
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See the Pyramids of Egypt</div>
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Climb to Machu Pichu</div>
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Swim with dolphins in Florida</div>
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Hold a baby sloth, monkey, tiger, panda, bear, elephant</div>
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Ride the trolley in San Francisco</div>
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Visit Mount Rushmore</div>
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Own a pet cow, pig, chicken, llama, </div>
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Get my concealed weapons permit and own a handgun</div>
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Taser someone</div>
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Go whale watching</div>
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Go on my ISV trip (I have not forgotten to do it and will do it next year. Hopefully)</div>
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Get married, have kids, and watch them grow while I grow old with Cash.</div>
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Tour around a castle</div>
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I know some of these are pretty far out and pretty expensive but a girl can dream right?</div>Kali Vukihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08013273109028805844noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8665741909769972298.post-84896461169853878612012-02-13T19:51:00.000-08:002012-02-13T19:51:53.472-08:00More PicturesI know it's been a week, but here is some of the other pictures from my birthdaypalooza.<br />
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Cash gave Will Smith a wet willy.<br />
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Cash met Joe Montana<br />
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Cash rode around with Evel Knievel.<br />
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Cash said it was OK to kiss Elvis. Who wouldn't?<br />
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We got on the stage with the Blue Man Group.<br />
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This is what happens when we don't shave. We're a pretty hairy family.<br />
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We went to Fremont street and watched three different bands play all 80's music and watch drunk people dance. One couple was a hoot to watch. Too bad I didn't get a picture of them :(<br />
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Then we watched the light show play We Will Rock You by Queen. It was pretty awesome. Specially the Willy Nelson impersonator behind us doing sign language dancing. I was too afraid to take his picture :(<br />
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The we took Charles' girlfriend Julieann (She's cool since her b -day is right after mine) to the M&M factory to watch the 3D movie. It was way fun.</div>
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So, January 30th, 2012<br />
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It's exciting.<br />
Saying "Oh, I'm only 20." was getting annoying.<br />
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Since we only turn 21 once, I made a whole week about it and called it </div>
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January 30:<br />
I turned 21 and had cake and ice cream with my family in St. George. And my friend Ben came over too. But I didn't get a picture with him. How did I miss that?<br />
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February 1:
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Cash made me dinner. Steak and potatoes. They were tasty :)<br />
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February 2:<br />
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Jessie took me to see One For The Money. It was awesome. I loved it.<br />
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Went to Mesquite for dinner with my dad, step-mom. Charles (brother), Julieanne (his girlfriend), Cash, my aunt and uncle and a bunch of my uncle's golf buddies.<br />
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February 5 & 6:<br />
VEGAS!!!<br />
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Vegas was SO MUCH FUN! We went to Madame Tussauds Wax Museum and met many cool celebrities there. I have to say from watching us and other tourist taking pictures. Madame Tussauds is the only place you can harass celebrities and get away with it.<br />
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Today in one of my classes we talked about procrastination. We listed reasons to procrastinate, what some of the signs/characteristics of procrastination, and how to stop yourself from procrastinating.</div>
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Somewhat? How is that a viable answer? Then again, I guess that's what I get for taking a test off of Google. So, why am I talking about procrastination other than it was the subject of a class today. </div>
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Welp, here's why. I have a paper due tomorrow morning by 10 a.m. I need to pack or start to pack for my trip to Vegas. (YEAH!!) AND I just remembered that I have pictures I need to pick up for my photography class tomorrow. Now why aren't I doing any of these things? Because I'm creating this blog post, waiting for Jessie to come home to see if she wants to go with me, watching Enchanted, and eating applesauce. I love applesauce. </div>
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K. </div>Kali Vukihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08013273109028805844noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8665741909769972298.post-12630119132004569652012-02-01T20:45:00.000-08:002012-02-01T20:45:41.710-08:00Addicted to Netflix<div style="text-align: center;">
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I secretly watch shows that I make fun of or say that I have better things to do when it's showing.</div>
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Because I secretly get jealous that people have television and can watch it whenever they want.</div>
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The only "TV" that I watch is football and westerns at Cash's uncle's house on Sundays after dinner.</div>
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I know it's 363 days before that will happen but if Cash doesn't get cable or satellite before my birthday. . </div>
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That's what I want. </div>
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They make me poorer than I can afford.</div>
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K. </div>Kali Vukihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08013273109028805844noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8665741909769972298.post-25990220622794265002012-01-09T22:14:00.000-08:002012-01-09T22:16:44.315-08:00I love First Days<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/eWXOurnVTYg?fs=1" width="459"></iframe><br />
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So. . . This is me, never fails, on the first day of school. Ever since I could remember. </div>
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Anyway, as you all most likely know today, 1/9/2012, was the first day of my second semester here at SUU. I hit a rough patch at the end of last semester, but totally straightened it out and can now officially say I'm ready. </div>
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Why social science? Because in middle and high school, those classes were my most favorite/ best grades I ever earned. So. . . Why not get a degree in it and start teaching what I really love. It's a BROAD range of subjects I could go deeply into with social science. I could go into anthropology, archaeology, criminology, economics education, government, linguistics, international relations(totally awesome opportunities to travel!), political science, sociology, geography, history, law, and psychology. </div>
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Who wouldn't want that many opportunities with just one degree. Granted there may be ups and downs during the next few years. But, I feel more confident than I ever was before. Just like the weird but yet awesomest mainly memorized movie about cheerleaders starring Kirsten Dunst. </div>
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</div>Kali Vukihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08013273109028805844noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8665741909769972298.post-900518611013549202012-01-03T15:42:00.000-08:002012-01-03T21:12:42.400-08:00New Year's Resolution(s)?<div style="text-align: center;">
For me, this is the most dreaded time of the year. Well, not really since my birthday is at the end of this month :)<br />
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It came from all the way back in 153 B.C. Janus, a mythical king of early Rome was placed at the head of the calendar. With two facesm Janus could look back on past events and forward to the future. Janus became the ancient symbol ofr resolutions and many Romans looked for forgiveness from their enemies and also exchanged gifts before the beginning of each year. </div>
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The New Year has not always begun on January 1, and it doesn't begin on that date everywhere today. It begins on that date only for cultures that use a 365-day solar calendar. January 1 became the beginning of the New Year in 46 B.C., when Julius Caesar developed a calendar that would more accurately reflect the seasons than previous calendars had. Although the date for New Year's Day is not the same in every culture, it is always a time for celebration and for customs to ensure good luck in the coming year. </div>
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I didn't make three or four TOUGH resolutions, I made 21 SIMPLE resolutions.</div>
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7. Start saving money to go abroad next summer (Where? <a href="http://www.isvolunteers.org/" target="_blank">Click here </a> )</div>
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12. Go on another amazing river trip<br />
13. Gamble for the first time (why not? I'll be old enough)<br />
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15. Find a hat for Cash that he really likes and that ACTUALLY fits.<br />
16. Study my a** off for a 4.0 this semester.<br />
17. Watch the sunset AND sunrise within a 12 hr time limit.<br />
18. Enhance my shot glass collection with a few out of state (hopefully out of country) glasses<br />
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20. Lear to do some awesome parkour moves to get around campus.<br />
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K.</div>Kali Vukihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08013273109028805844noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8665741909769972298.post-50581232169297810952011-12-21T09:37:00.000-08:002011-12-21T09:37:13.716-08:00My Two Year Adventure with Cash<iframe height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/juc9sM3Aco0?fs=1" frameborder="0" width="459" allowfullscreen=""></iframe><br /><br />So the first try failed. Thanks for letting me know Libby.<br />Anyway, Here's the video, enjoy.<br />Happy two year anniversary in 5 days Cash.Kali Vukihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08013273109028805844noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8665741909769972298.post-54654759765475395982011-12-13T16:06:00.000-08:002011-12-13T16:06:18.617-08:00I'm a Survivor!<div style="text-align: center;">
So, I know that there should be something horrible to happen in order for me to survive. But I have to say, I have officially survived my first semester away from home. Yeah, I should probably wait until the end of Spring sememster but I wont. I know the last post was a bit out there and personal. I was just ranting. But now it's all over. </div>
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The semester is over.</div>
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I'm moving out and moving in to a different apartment. No more coming home to an unlocked apartment or leaving an unlocked apartment in the early morning to get some work done at the Library. No more roudy, annoying, and crude roommates OR their friends. No more trying to ignore the guys living above us "getting it on", or where they are in the room(they walk very heavily and loudly). And finally no more dirty dishes, dirty countertops, and overflowing garbage cans to deal with. I know, maybe some of those things will happen in the new apartment but, hopefully the new rommies will be better than the two I've been living with these past few months. </div>
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And for next year, I'll be on my own. Jessie will be graduated and off creating her life. </div>
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Liana (one of my best friends from work) is now single and thinking of doing some changes in her life. One of them is moving to a different place.</div>
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I offered for her to come to Cedar and live with me. It'll be awesome!! She doesn't know for sure if that's what she really wants to do, but it is on the top of her list. Fingers Crossed!!</div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">December is not my month. It's BARELY the end of the first week in December and it's not the best I've had. How is it not the best? </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"> On my way home from class on Monday I was<span style="font-size: large;"> LITERALLY</span> a block away from Cash's house when I was turning left and started to slide on ice. I thought I was pumping the brakes good enough but I guess not. I slid off the road and ran the right side of the car into a truck. I called Cash and he walked down the street and looked at the damage I caused. We tried to get a hold of the owner of the truck since they were parked at a house but nobody answered. So we went home and called the insurance company and my parents and explained what happened. After calming down from the shock of what happened we went back over to the house and got ahold of the homeowner. I explained what happened and they said it was their niece's truck and that it didn't look too bad. They were very nice and understanding so the weight of dreading about how they would react was lifted and everything seemed a bit better. While my truck was being fixed Tuesday Cash took his car over to the dealership to get it estimated for the damage that I caused. The guy took the estimate and said it would cost about $3,200 to be fixed. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"> Thankfully insurance is going to cover all of it besides the deductible which I have to pay. What's the deductible?<span style="font-size: large;"> $500 </span>I can't even pay my parents back for a replaced parking brake, how the hell am I supposed to pay a $500 deductible? Yeah, I don't know either. I'm a poor college student getting screwed over by Walmart (Reason #3) with a job that <span style="font-size: large;">barely </span>covers my own bills, how am I supposed to pay a deductible. I have a few family members I can ask. But it's the fact that I have to ask them that is my problem. They'd be more than happy to help me out I just need the courage to do it. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">I officially think Walmart and their so called "credit cards" should burn in hell.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">A few years back I needed to tires for my truck but I didn't have any money to get them replaced. So my mom and I went over to Walmart and registered for their credit card so I could get new tires and pay back in time. I was doing good for paying it off until I for some stupid reason, only God knows why, I used my card like it was going out of style. Now I have this huge debt to pay and whenever I try to pay online when I HAVE the money they take their precious effing time and decide to take my money when I have nothing in my account.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">I need to keep track of my spending. I'm not dumb. I've had many arguments with my own mother about this situation that I now have the attitude of "screw it." </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">I just want to call up Walmart and say "When I pay my bill online in a week of advance, there is a reason for it. I don't want to spend that money on something else so, take my effing money the next day or else I'm gonna end up spending it! You'll be screwed out of not getting your money this month and I'll get my credit score screwed for insufficient funds. So get your finger out of your nose, do your job and take my damn money or become part of a lose-lose situation." </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">I know it's kind of a mean thing to say. But for me, the stress about whether or not I have enough to pay a stupid corporation in advance instead of waiting the last minute and get a late fee is just ridiculous and I wont put up with it. You think that Walmart would be happy that I want to pay in advance. Guess what, NOPE! </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-small;">(This probably should have been #1 since it's the first incident that happend to me that caused this spiral to a stupid month.)</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">I was heading down to St. George with my new friend, Kolby Rimer, when I had to stop in Kanarraville to feed Lucy since I was meeting Cash down in St. George to hang with some friends and then go to a company Christmas party the next morning. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Anyway, I was getting ready to open the door and then my key broke. <span style="font-size: large;">INSIDE</span> the key hole, so any effort of trying to get it out without taking the whole door handle contraption is impossible.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Yeah, it sucks. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">So yeah, it's only one week into December and it's not my month. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;">(next year better be better or I'm gonna shoot something)</span></div>Kali Vukihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08013273109028805844noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8665741909769972298.post-9269472389142290552011-11-29T15:44:00.001-08:002011-11-29T15:53:30.767-08:00Tis The Season!<div style="text-align: center;">
So the holiday season has began. And I'm so excited!! I should clarify that I am excited to GIVE my gifts to others. Yeah, getting gifts is pretty cool. But my favorite is giving my gifts and watching my family and friends open thema nd see the excitement on their faces. Ok, so I don't really see their faces all the time, but imagination works. AND I'm excited to give Cash his gift. He thinks he knows what his present is, but that's not to be said here on this blog since he reads this anyway. Well enjoy the holidays and be safe!</div>Kali Vukihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08013273109028805844noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8665741909769972298.post-37399002089619658252011-11-11T12:52:00.001-08:002011-11-11T13:27:29.657-08:00No Shave November!!<div style="text-align: center;">
I know we're already 11 days into November but I wanted to do what other people or males were challenging. It's a fun little challenge called "No Shave November" or also called "Noshember" where guys and girls alike unite in the height of laziness agreeing to not shave their beards or legs (respectively) for the entire month of November. After all, it is the busiest part of the semester or work year, and people are falling behind on sleep, so why shave? Plus, it's cold enough to wear jeans to conver that unsightly hair. </div>
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1. No shaving in November.</div>
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2. NO SHAVING IN NOVEMBER</div>
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I decided to join in. Why? Well, why not? Just because males can do it doesn't and probably thought of it, but that doesn't mean girls can't join. Plus it's a nice break from having to shave my legs and then grow hair the minute I step outside. I tried not shaving my armpits, but that was just gross for me to see. So I'm out of the armpit section but my legs are getting more hairy by the day. I know, I know, TMI!! But I figure if men can do it then why can't women? Right? </div>
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<br />Kali Vukihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08013273109028805844noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8665741909769972298.post-30887938115369290682011-10-28T14:20:00.000-07:002011-10-28T14:20:47.712-07:00I wish I. . .This is a little off of what I ususally blog about. But I feel like I need to do something about what's going on in my mind and in my life. People ask how I'm doing and I say I love it and hid all my emotions so that no one can really see what's going on with me. Nobody really knows my emotions so here I am spilling it all. This is what has been going through my mind lately. Don't worry, I'm still me. So, here I go. . .<br />
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I wish I had friends here in Cedar City. I've been here three months and I only hangout with two people. Jessie and Cash. I don't mind it because I like hanging out with them. But I wish I had more friends to hang with when they are at work or gone. <br />
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I wish I could go to the Howl tonight or to a football game or some kind of school activity. Cash would go if I dragged him to it, but he'd rather be at home working on something or just hanging around. So there's no fun in it when he doesn't want to be there. And I'm always working at night so any activity after 5 is completely out of quesiton. <br />
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I wish I could have the courage to make new friends. Yeah, I know people in my classes but other than that there is no socializing.<br />
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I wish I had the endurance to start exercising and eating healthier. All I do is eat Panda Express, Del Taco, or other fast foods and drink soda in my room until work. I want to be outside walking or running. More likely walking since asthma and a heart murmur is a runners enemy. But I bet if I got in shape my asthma and murmur wouldn't be a problem. I want to be the size I was in high school. I wasn't the skinniest but it's alot better than the way I look now. <br />
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I wish I could express my feelings more instead of hiding them all in. My color personality is red/blue. It sucks. Why? Here's the reason why it sucks: <br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">The most difficult color combinations is Red and Blue. If you are strong in both categories (DING DING! That's me.) you will often find yourself steppin one someone's toes to get a task completed (RED), but feeling guilty afterward for making that person unhappy (BLUE). So pretty much I'm hungry for power, want to be productive, I want to look good to others, shouldn't be taken too seriously and seek leadership opportunities. But yet, I also am motivated by altruism, crave intimacy, need to be loved, and is directed by a strong moral conscience. I know that they don't really look like opposites, but if you Google both colors they are pretty opposite. It sucks. </span><br />
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I wish I had more hours at work so that I don't sit on my butt and do nothing all day long. I've considered leaving Lin's in St. George in order to get a cashier job at either the Lin's here in Cedar or even Smith's. But it's the fact that I know I can go home and I still have a job to rely on if I needed it. That I could go from produce and back to checking. But it's the fact that I don't want to work at a grocery store the rest of my life and the fact that I don't want to leave my Lin's family.<br />
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I wish I could have the courage/knowledge/strength to know what I really want to do in my college career. I've had so much time on my hands I've been bouncing back and forth of dropping out of school and attending hair school, or joining the marines. I don't know what field I want to go into and I don't know if I should pursue a teaching job. But I don't want to become one of the students that has been there for so long I could have four degrees but no major since I can't decide. <br />
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I wish I had strength to attend church. I've been thinking about attending sacrament but alas, I have no one to go with. I kinda want to go to church, but I fear that I will become part of the group that I tried so hard in high school to avoid because they wouldn't accept me. I don't want to become someone who is so into the church that my religion gets in the way of accepting people for who they are. I don't know if I want missionary lessons or to be baptized in the church since my entire family on both sides are waiting for the day for me to say I'm ready to join them. I don't want to marry in the temple, I don't want to go to relief society or have a calling. I just want to go to church and listen. I want to be accepted for who I am and my decisions without judgement and without fear. I want to be me. I want to be able to go to church and then go shopping after. I want to do what I want to do without having others judge me for my decisions. <br />
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How do I do that?Kali Vukihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08013273109028805844noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8665741909769972298.post-50503030626854633082011-09-30T10:18:00.000-07:002011-09-30T10:35:04.322-07:00Going Crazy<div align="center">I'm going crazy. I have class Monday, Wednesday, and Friday from 11-1. Tuesday and Thursday I have nothing. I try and study those days but who wants to use a full day of studying? I've tried it and it's getting old. I'm going crazy. I study for as long as I can and then I just sit around and do nothing. I don't know what to do. I work from 5-8 every weeknight but other than that I do nothing. I'm lost. Back home if I wasn't at school I was at work and I loved it. Now that I have WAY more time on my hands than I would like I don't know what to do. I'm going stir crazy. I've been trying to find a new or second job that will take some of my time off my hands but in this college town. . good freaking luck. There are a few positions open that would be great for me. </div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">BUT, I don't have a CPR certification, I don't have a lifeguard training or a WSI, I don't have experience breaking horses, or a degree to teach ESL, and I'm not 21. </div><br /><div align="center">And everyplace I have put in an application form say that either they already found someone and haven't taken down their position ad or that I'm on their list for someone to call. I don't want to be on a list you might call. I want to be on the list that you've already called, loved, and hired.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">This. </div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Sucks.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">What should I do? Blog about my whole day, everyday? </div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">I guess I could start hiking around Cedar mountain or Kanarra mountain to get slim and fit into a pretty white dress. But I don't want to go alone. Well, most of the time I don't want to go alone, but when I do, Cash wont let me go alone. So that's out of the question of going alone.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">I need something to do. I need to start a new hobby because I'm going crazy.</div>Kali Vukihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08013273109028805844noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8665741909769972298.post-41333239189151780892011-09-15T10:42:00.000-07:002011-09-15T13:03:27.868-07:00Exciting News!So I opened up my email this morning and the first email I read goes along the lines of this:<br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center">Congratulations Kali!</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"><strong>You have been accepted to volunteer and travel on the ISV Program!</strong> You're next step is to confirm your space by submitting your Participant Agrrement and program deposit.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><p align="center">ISV is the world leader in volunteer experiences and we are excited to give you the unique opportunity to make a difference by volunteering in <strong>Australia, Costa Rica, Dominican Republic, Ecuador, New Zealand, South Africa and Thailand</strong>. By combining meaningful volunteer projects with action-packed adventure, you can travel with purpose and change your life and the lives of those that you help (or the natural world) through your efforts. ISV has exceeded two million hours of volunteer work reaching impoverished people, protecting endangered species and habitats, as well as fostering responsible travel and cultural awareness around the world. <strong>Now it's up to you!</strong></p>It's up to me? Oh gee. That's kind of heavy to put onto one person. I don't know what to do, where to start, or even how to get the money just for my deposit. Brainstorming, here I come.Kali Vukihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08013273109028805844noreply@blogger.com3