Wednesday, September 29, 2010

Husbands. . . are they all the same?

Mine can stay home all day, and when I walk in exhausted from 8 hours of work, 2 hours of church, and 1/2 of exercise, will ask with a big smile on his face, "what you making for dinner?"

Tuesday, September 7, 2010

What is Love/ My day

I tried to come up with my definition of love and thought so long that I didn't remember to post. So I am doing a double post today. . .

What is LOVE: Alapati,Rachael, Sharyn, Elijah, Mariah, Judah, Adonijah, Uriah, Rachel, Jeremiah, Natasha, Alisi, Viena, Larie, Abe, Iwa, Jason, Kappy, Fale, Sam, Lina, Seu, Luisa, Fa'a, Maota, Isaako, Linikone, Darnette, Loliga, Don, Kemu, Mom, Dad, and Enoka. True love is in the family.

Today I planned to do laundry, go to work, shop with Viena, and hang with Robbie. The in-laws flew in today and I didn't get to do anything planned. It's been so long since I've seen Robbie, that I bet she thinks I'm trying to avoid her. . Not true but feels like it. Oh and sending in my 4th order for avon.

I did get to spend a wonderful afternoon with family, chat with the girls, and had time to make cornbread. I even got to go celebrate BIG MAC MONDAY!!!!! THAT'S RIGHT BABY, IT'S BACK. . . GO WARRIORS!

Saturday, September 4, 2010

Here's exactly what I ate today:

Woke up and was sooooo hungry 3:00am in the morning : Banana pankeke from Dots. . (leftovers)
Breakfast 11:00 am (yup I went back to sleep) left overs from yesterdays lunch: banana, kalo, ufi (all faalifu style) palusami, bake chicken and orange juice.

lunch: hot dog and soda from sam's club.

dinner: brownies with walnuts and sprinkled with powder sugar (first) than a slice of pizza!

I haven't decided if I'll have brownies afterwards too!

Friday, September 3, 2010

Day 3: My Parents

I have pondered about what to say all day. Do I tell the truth? What if it gets back to them? Do I sugar coat? What if readers know my family too well to know that this was the rated G version? What to say about my parents?

Like most families that grew up in Laie during my time. My parents met at Church Collage of Hawaii (now known as BYU-H)Mom came from here, Molokai and Kamehameha Schools to be exact. Dad came to Hawaii from Tonga with a short stop in Samoa waiting for his VISA to go through.

I wish I could tell you how my parents met, and how my dad proposed, and how romantic everything was. . but I think that is a story too long for this blog and one that only they could share. So I'm going to share a story about my father, that I don't think I've ever shared before. If you want to know how awesome my mother is, just read yesterdays blog.

When I was about 10 years old, I, like many curious children, started rambling through my fathers bottom drawer. (I don't know about your family, but each of my parents had a drawer that was their personal stuff, they never told us we couldn't touch, we just knew it was off limits.) He always had magical treasures in there, Always had at least one 3 lb can of corned beef - I didn't realize until I was older just how "rich" he was to have corned beef straight from New Zealand. And a few cans of smaller corned beef. They would change often, and I never knew why or how, cause we NEVER got to eat it. Only corned beef I ever ate until I met my husband was Libbys! He always had his Tauvala?(sp?)for special occasions, and then a bunch of important papers, a brief case (my favorite thing) In side he collected silver dollers, 50 cent pieces and some rare old dollar bills. But on this particular day I found his Journal! I was in shock, My dad kept a journal. What would a man write? So I looked around, found no one and started to read.

He was pouring out his feelings, worries and hopes for our family and especially for our garden. He wrote how he hoped the bugs would stop eating the lettuce. How he hoped the tomatoes would continue to grow. He expressed how grateful he was for good weather and how blessed he felt to work with his hands. he went on to talk about each of the veggies and then about each of us (his children)and how he wanted us to love the land too.

Up to this point in my life, I thought my dad was the man who got up in the morning and went to work, came home for lunch and went back to work, woke up on Sunday and went to church, came back for dinner and went to church again. But here he was sharing his hopes and dreams, in writing. All in his "secret" drawer! I found out more as I read. but the most amazing thing was his testimony. I don't think I ever heard him share it. But it was in the journal too. And it was powerful. I got to know my father like never before and was grateful. He wasn't just another man, he was a priesthood holder. He Loved the Savior, he wanted to follow the teachings of Jesus and he wanted us - his family to do all we could to return to Heavenly Father.

Now that he is getting older, it can sometimes be hard to understand why he is slowing down. As I have grown up, I've tried to understand why he makes or made certain decisions. But I never wonder who he is. I know - My Daddy is a Child of God. Sent here to love me like my father in Heaven would if he were here. Love you Dad.

Thursday, September 2, 2010

Day 2: My first love!

Okay so most of you are probably writing about some puppy love that you crushed on in middle school. . . Not me..

I have not fallen out of love with my first love - and no- Enoka has nothing to worry about. . .

My first love was/is READING! But not just any read, Church books, especially the Book of Mormon. I was fourteen years old. Starting to realize that many of my friends at school had different beliefs. I wasn't trying to be a missionary, I was only trying to understand where they were coming from. Catholics, Baptist, Buhdist, Methodist, and the list goes on. . .But why so many different churches and what was the difference between theirs and ours. . .(Up till this time, when people said they belonged to a different church, I had assumed they meant a different ward or stake).

My mother and I were shopping at SEARS one day and a lady asked me if I was catholic or christen? I thought???????? then told her Christen but why didn't I say "neither, I'm mormon!" This led to an interesting conversation all the way home. We were preping dinner and still discussing the church issuse when my mother told me about her up bringing. My Grandmother was a "scientologist?" I never knew. I thought we were all mormons. Then she told me that when she was dating my father, she started to read the book of mormon(influenced by her roommate, not my dad), she shared with me how she had prayed about it and knew it was true. . .

This intrigued me. I had heard the Joseph Smith story, and we read the book of mormon as a family every morning, I just assumed it was true. I had never questioned it before. But that night I began. Every night in fact before going to bed I would read. Sometimes with a flashlight because I shared my room with Kappy and she would be asleep before me. I wish I could say I finished in a week, but it was months (almost 6) before I finished it. I prayed about it. I remember staying on my knees and waiting. Every night I would pray to find out if the Book was true. I don't remember how long, but more than a week had passed before the answer came to me. I got chicken skin, and then this warm feeling of love that I had never felt before. I cried and didn't know why. Then I realized that it was the spirit. The savior was telling me it was true. I got my answer, just like my mother and Joseph Smith. Something changed. I knew that I would never be the same. I knew it was true and hurt that others didn't. I went from falling a sleep during family scripure reading, to wanting to understand more. I spent all my extra money on LDS novels and church books, bios of prophets and church leaders.

But I have continued to read the Book of Mormon, and each time I finish I get on my knees and ask for a witness of it's truthfulness. As I go through and learn about promises, I test them out. Some of the time it takes a while to get my answer. . some times the trials accompanied by them are more than I think that I can bear. But each time I search, ponder, pray and exercise the teachings I feel the spirit testifying even stronger of the truthfullness. I understand deeper why it is an individual thing, and especially - increase my love for the book, the prophets who wrote it and the people who lived it.

Wednesday, September 1, 2010

Day 1 - Introduce yourself

Born Helen Kalei'eha Langi, now Helen Kalei'eha Moenoa I am called Helen by most, Kalei by family and close friends, K by neices and Nephews. I was named after my Great Grandma and My middle name is Hawaiian - Kalei'eha in literal translation means "wreath of pain" and if you had a mirror right now, I know what your face looks like as you are reading it. Everytime I tell someone they get that "WHAT!!!!" look. but the definition is my favorite part. "A joy so great that it makes you cry" for example: the feelings you have when you give birth and see and hold your baby for the first time (instant falling in love); or when you are kneeling opposite side of the alter to your new husband and all those emotions and thoughts that are going through you; or when I gain a testimony about a new aspect of the gospel- when the spirit is sweetly testifying to you and you have no doubt that what you are hearing is truth.

I grew up in Laie a.k.a Little Utah. I have an older brother: Sammy - he teaches ukulele, can beat box and hum a song at the same time. and has the biggest heart the world will ever know. He is part of a local band called Vaihi, and if I were bald, we would look like identical twins.

I have 5 younger sisters: Kappy, Iwa, Larie, Viena, and Lisi, and a sister-in-law Lina who is only younger than me by 4 months.

Kappy and I shared a room growing up but we are as different as night and day. She got all the artistic, creative, leadership talents and the coolest little boy Elijah.

Iwa just moved to American Samoa (samoya when being pronounced by her baby) She took her three girls Mariah, Shayrn, and Rachael with her. I am missing them all. Just knowing that I can't go play with them makes me want to move.

Larie has a baby boy that will break hearts. She is a lawyer who only works part time with the law. She has been dedicated to the Polynesian Cultural Center since she started and is currently the Manager over Hawaii/Military Sales. She is always busy but always makes time for everyone.

Viena: Nothing I say would do her justice. She is our miracle baby. Born with cerebal palsy, she never spoke until she was 3 years old. . . now she never runs out of things to say. She and I are shopping partners, we love to go to good restaurants and hang out. the only downfall is we live too far away and don't get together often enough.

Alisi: Baby of the family, with all the smarts! She too will be a lawyer (working on her masters in law as I type) She has the drive to change the world, and the heart to do it lovingly. She is one of my favorite examples of Christ. Always motivated to do whats right. Can't wait till she moves back home to Hawaii permanately.

I am married. Met the hubby on Dec. 31, 1999. At a party. He claims it was love at first sight. Took about 6 months longer for me. Enoka is my strength and weakness. He can make me happier and angrier, faster and slower than anyone I know. He is so incredible and I know he was sent to earth just for me. we are too good together.

My parents are still together. . . .42 years married. they are the most different people you will ever meet but awesome in their own way.

I work for Alternative Care Services, Inc. A company that provides daily assistance for those with dissabilities so that they can live in the community rather than facilities.

I am an independant sales rep for AVON and love it. I've only been doing this for 1 1/2 months but I really love it. Not just cause I love the products. . . but their are great benefits for working for this company and It is a ton of fun!

My entire family is musically inclined. I have to practice longer than others but my favorite past time with them is singing around the grand piano on sundays.