Happy Halloween!

Just a quick note to wish everyone a safe and happy Halloween! I am Pocahontas today and will post pictures as soon as the days festivities are done! I hope everyone has a great day.

Oh! I also found these Halloween pictures that I wanted to share with everyone, since I'm such a Disney freak. Enjoy!

Vacation Chronicles...

Sorry about the super long lapse in blogging. I finally finished midterms so I am back on to the real world. I'm slowly getting to the day and a half we were in Utah but in the meantime, here are some pics we took while on the "Freedom Trail" in Boston. Rabici and I both love history so this was a fun day to go exploring the U.S. verison of History. (wink, wink) Enjoy!

Husband Tag

So I got this tag from Kaytee a while ago and am only now able to post it. Sorry! And my vacation pictures are taking longer to upload then I thought (I'm trying to throw it into a slide show so it's easier to see). Anyway, my tag for my husband!
1. Where did you first meet? The awesome BYU-H Bookstore at super awesome BYU-H! (I’m being overly perky if you can’t tell)

2. How long did you date before you got married? I think it was almost 2 years. We got together in July of 2003 and didn’t marry until June of 2005.

3. How long have you been married? 3 years

4. What does he do that surprises you? It’s rare that Rabici will surprise me. Usually it’s by doing chores at a time when I don’t nag him.

5. What is your favorite feature of his? His nice, tight, washboard… smile? (he he he) He’s a rugby player so I like his abs and his backside… sorry if this embarrasses you honey!

6. What is your favorite quality of his? His ability to make and keep friends with everyone. He’s Mr. Congeniality. You can’t help but be friends with him the moment he smiles and talks to you. AND he always makes me laugh. Always; even if he doesn’t mean to.

7. Does he have a nickname for you? He usually calls me “babe” or “honey”. Typical nicknames. One thing he does tell me every night is: “Good night my sweet and beautiful wife”. I don’t deserve it, but he does tell me that every night before I go to bed.

8. What is his favorite color? Blue

9. What is his favorite food? Anything Fijian. And if there isn’t any Fijian food around, he’ll eat anything with meat in it. I call him my garbage disposal.

10. What is his favorite sport? Uh…is this even a question? RUGBY of course.

11. When and where was your first kiss? Our first kiss was on our first date. I’m not a skanky girl; we knew each other for a few months before that date. It was July 13, 2003. We had just seen a movie and he took me to Tantalus to “look at the view”. Sure honey, “the view”. Anyway, he kissed me while we looked out at Manoa Valley.

12. What is your favorite thing to do as a couple? Beach, Movies or just cruising in the car around the island stopping at places we haven’t been before.

13. Do you have any children? Wait…I thought our husbands were our children. Just kidding. Nope, none yet but I’m trying so back off!

14. Does he have a hidden talent? Yes, many actually. He can cook better than he gives himself credit for, speaks 3 languages really well and a couple others fairly well, and he makes EVERYONE he meets instantly like him. I’m still trying to figure out how he does that last one.

15. How old is he? 32. And I’m 26! Cradle robber!

16. Who said "I love you" first? He did! It was in the tent behind Nia’s house. Nia and I were camping in the back because her sister was visiting and needed our room. He came over to pick me up to go to a movie and he told me "I love you." in the tent. I said, “Thanks?” It freaked me out since we’d been together for barely a month. But a day later I snapped out of my stupidity and told him I loved him too.

17. What is his favorite type of music? Fijian (no surprise there), reggae, any kind of island jams

18. What do you admire most about him? Too many things to write! He’s patient with fools, kind to everyone, and never gets into fights though he could probably kill the other person. He’s tender and loving with children and humble about everything he does (always giving credit to the Lord). He can see into the very heart of a person and know your strengths and weakness BUT never judges them for it. He’s loyal and devoted to me in so many ways. Even when I’m wrong he’s by my side, helping me find my way back. He never yells and I can always count on him to cheer me up and make my life interesting.
He probably won’t like that I’m gushing about him (the humility will kick in) so I’ll add that he’s great in bed too! (he he he)

19. Do you think he will read this? Yes. He always reads my posts though he never, ever puts anything on them himself.

20. I tag: anyone who hasn’t done this yet!

Save me from the idiots...continued

I was at the gas station the other day and was already in a bad mood. I drove all the way out to Manoa just to find out that my class was canceled and I drove out there for no reason. A lot of people called in sick at work and I was stuck doing their jobs. So now I've got to fill up my tank (which will probably cost me $70) and go to my community service as a requirement for getting my scholarship money.

I'm at the Kalihi gas station with the 7-11 with it. It's one of those older gas stations where you have to put your credit card in the center and then get a reciept inside. So I fill up and go inside for my receipt. Here's what happened:

Kelly: Hi, can I have my receipt? I was at pump 2.

Idiot: How much?

Kelly: Oh, I already filled up I just need a receipt.

Idiot: I know, how much?

Kelly: How much what?

Idiot: How much is your bill! (she shouted this to me)

Kelly: If I knew how much my bill was I wouldn't be asking you for a receipt! That's why I gave you my pump number

Idiot: We don't do it by pump number! We do it by amount!

Kelly: Then you do it wrong! What if all 4 pumps outside were the same price and we all came in looking for our receipt? Then what genius?

She just stared at me and then her co-worker handed me the ONLY receipt there and apologized for her. I thanked him, glared at her one more time, and left. IDIOT! She better not reproduce; I don't want to have to teach her idiot kids.

The Vacation Chronicles, Day 1

So I finally have time to upload our vacation photos. I'm going to do this in chronological order as well as a little at a time so you can experience the vacation with me and I can reminisce on the good time I had. This first post is about the plane ride to Boston, Massachusetts. Now, I'm doing an entire post on the trip there for two reasons. First, it was Rabici's first time traveling past Utah and secondly, we had some good times.

This is a picture of the standby list we were on. If you squint you can see our names as Vui/K and Vui/R as number 5 and 6. Rabici had never flown stand-by before.

Me and Rabici stop to take a picture in the Airport. You can't see it here but I have on a Manuheali'i skirt that matches his shirt.

We had a lot of time to kill in the Atlanta Airport so we rode the train that took you from terminal to terminal. As you can possible guess people thought we were nuts or retarded taking a picture of a "black" man, in a train, giving a shaka sign.

Another funny thing that happened to us in the Atlanta airport were the stares. I warned Rabici that there would be people staring and that was only because they wouldn't know what I was; black, hispanic, italian, and believe it or not I've even gotten Native American. He didn't believe me until we got to Atlanta and the heads were turning.

I would like to claim it was my devastantingly good looks and that they all know about my blog... but alas, it is because of my weird complexion and facial features that make the people turn. Rabici didn't understand why others didn't stare at him and i carefully explained..."It's because your black here and your people are all over Georgia. They think they've got your race figured out. What's probably upsetting them even more is why a 'brotha' married a mexican."

It's okay though; at least they didn't think I was some Hawaiian savage...now that would've been embarassing!

Still on vacation

So... thanks for the comments on my post. I'm glad to hear that those I associate with are smart. It makes me happy. I'm still on vacation so I'm not able to really post on anything. I do have some funny stories but I'll save them for when I get back so I can do them justice.

I just realized this is a post, but you know what I mean. Peace out!

Hawaiian savages

So, I leave for my trip to visit family today and I don't know how often I'll be able to blog so I wanted to write this funny story that happened to me in class on Tuesday. We were talking about culture (nothing can go wrong there right?) and how it influences education.

In other words, your culture places emphasis on what's important for you to learn. As an example the teacher talked about Samoans and how they place emphasis on the family. So coming to school isn't as important as talking care of your younger siblings if mom and dad can't.

So one of the guys in my class...let's call him Joe...because that's his name...has a wonderful insight. (I'm being sarcastic now) He's just realized that the reason why his Hawaiian students are "acting up" in his class, is because their CULTURE has taught them to be violent and lazy. After all, that's what all Hawaiians are.

I think it was one of the few times I actually envisioned myself beating the living crap out of someone. Instead i take a deep breath and try to stay calm. I raise my hand and explain how that's not true, Hawaiian culture doesn't teach laziness and that sometimes it's a teacher's attitude that determines student response.

He asks me, "How do you know it's not what they're taught? Hawaiians were savages for years. Look at Captain cook."

So I reply, "If some guy came floating on a ship to your place, pretended he was a God, slept with your girls, got food without working, let his men roam free and tried to take everything you owned, you wouldn't fight back?"

He says: "There's a difference between fighting back and murder."

I said: "Yeah, it's called loser and winner. Throughout all history, no matter the country, those who won the fight call it fighting back, and the losers call it murder. Look at the Traitors Revolt."

He goes, "What's the Traitor's Revolt?"

I tell him, "What England calls our American Revolution. There's always a winner and a loser and it's the former that writes the history books. The U.S. won so they write that Hawaiians were savages. And then gullible people like you are born, read it and believe it because you either don't have the mental capacity to understand it or you're so content in your ignorance that any information to the contrary would upset the perfect little bubble you've created for yourself about life in America!"

Now some of you might think I was harsh...I'm okay with that. I hope I educated Joe, but for some reason I think he went home and told his wife...if he's got one...that the mean savage yelled at him and he was scared that I'd attack and eat him like "my people" did to Captain Cook. I guess sometimes ignorance is bliss. Even to the point where you make asinine statements in a class full of graduate students.