<?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-4442534313975344169</id><updated>2012-02-16T01:25:54.164-08:00</updated><category term='Wena is the Bestest'/><category term='More About Me'/><title type='text'>InKee's BLoG!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inkeewilson.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4442534313975344169/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inkeewilson.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>~*INKEE*~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01237871690542094200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JpwK_jJMtxg/SmD64bo0jbI/AAAAAAAAAAs/qO1AeWjfW9E/S220/inkee.bmp'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4442534313975344169.post-1694049884248176348</id><published>2009-07-27T12:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T12:14:44.207-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1 week has passed...</title><content type='html'>Since the passing of my father in law, I have been kind of out of it.. Not wanting to do anything, but be there for Chris.  Chris on the other hand, has been lost.  He keeps telling me that he doesn't know what he's gonna do since Dad's passed away.  He has no feeling to play softball anymore, which is something that his father has instilled in him, other than gang banging out on the streets.  I'm hoping he doesn't opt back to the streets, cause that is one thing that I will not tolerate.  I'm sorry, but I'm not going to have to deal with all of that and having to worry about him in other ways than needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, if it wasn't for all of friends for their love &amp;amp; support towards us, I really wouldn't know how to handle Chris.  I hope everyone realizes how much this means to us.  He needs to be around people that love him and will be there to help him, besides myself.  And that is one thing that he does appreciate and feel from everyone.  It's an awesome feeling!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We drove down to California with a good friend of ours.  We got there on Friday night around 8pm, due to that traffic!!  Ugh...  We went directly to his grandma's house in Carson to see what the deal was.  Everyone was just glad that we were all together at this time of need.  It was something that was missing for Chris, and I can almost sense a sigh of relief coming from him.  He seemed more relaxed cause he was around all of his family.  After we had left grandma's house, we went to his cousin's house, where we stayed for the weekend.  We hung out, reminisced about Dad and just talked all night.  Then we realized that the sun should be peeping it's head from around the corner, and it's was 5:00 am.  Holy crap.. we so did not come here to just hang out all night and drink, but that's what ended up happening.  We got a call around 830am from his sister, to get up and meet at Grandma's house, cause today was the day to dress Dad.  Chris having his mixed feelings about seeing Dad since he passed, was just unbearable.  We got up and headed to grandma's but he didn't end up going.  He spoke with his other sister and excused himself from that.  I was kind of upset, but what can I do.  I don't want to force him to do anything he doesn't want.  So I left it at that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we just hung out at grandma's on a beautiful saturday in California.  Now let me tell you, that this is what I miss besides family.  The weather was just absolutely gorgeous.  Everyone was complaining that it was hot, but Vegas is hot.  And this was just BEAUTIFUL!  Can't stress it enough. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards, we ended up back at his cousin's house, and hung out again til 3am this time.  We then got up and ate breakfast, and headed back to Vegas.  Our time in California was short, but was something that was overdue for Chris and somewhere he needed to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will be back there Wednesday or Thursday for the services coming up on Friday.  Until then, I will continue to be there for him and the family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4442534313975344169-1694049884248176348?l=inkeewilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inkeewilson.blogspot.com/feeds/1694049884248176348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inkeewilson.blogspot.com/2009/07/1-week-has-passed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4442534313975344169/posts/default/1694049884248176348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4442534313975344169/posts/default/1694049884248176348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inkeewilson.blogspot.com/2009/07/1-week-has-passed.html' title='1 week has passed...'/><author><name>~*INKEE*~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01237871690542094200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JpwK_jJMtxg/SmD64bo0jbI/AAAAAAAAAAs/qO1AeWjfW9E/S220/inkee.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4442534313975344169.post-523193349031328036</id><published>2009-07-21T10:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T11:21:35.889-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rest In Love.. Amos Taufaao..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JpwK_jJMtxg/SmX_zWQuU3I/AAAAAAAAABM/bkjWr_U9ATU/s1600-h/dad+chris.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360972189068579698" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JpwK_jJMtxg/SmX_zWQuU3I/AAAAAAAAABM/bkjWr_U9ATU/s200/dad+chris.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;July 20, 2009...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The worst day so far in my life...  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got called into my boss' office around 1pm.. and much to my dismay, I'm getting laid off.. UGH!!  I'm thinking.. are you serious?  I have never been laid off.. DAMN THIS ECONOMY..  and I guess that's just the least of my worries..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Within half an hour of being told that I'm being laid off, I got a call from a friend of mine and this is pretty much how the conversation went:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me:  Good Afternoon Sterling Escrow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Him:  Is this Ingrid?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me:  Yes, how can I help you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Him:  Is it true?  I got a call from Ama&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me:  Okay...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Him:  I got a call from Ama..???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me:  Okay???  How is she?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Him:  Is it true that Amos passed away?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me:  What?  I'll call you back...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and then I hung up on him...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I tried to get a hold of Chris and he's not answering.  I call all of his sisters.. No luck!!  I tried calling his Step Mom.. and still no luck.. Now I'm freaking out!!!  Like shaking and just freaking out...  Janell offers to call the Rehab facility that Dad was in.. and no one is answering there as well!!  LIKE SERIOUSLY.. WHERE THE HELL IS EVERYONE?  I finally got a hold of my sister in law's boyfriend, and he confirms the passing of my dear Father in Law, Amos Taufaao..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amos.. Amos.. Amos..  How to describe Amos?  He's got a great sense of humor.. He has the hugest heart.. Always willing to give the shirt off of his back.. He was a great softball player and coach.  Chris has learned everything he knows now, because of Dad.  Dad showed endless support of Chris' softball.  He always came to his games, league or tournaments..  Dad would even just start BBQ'ing because it was a nice night out and to hang out with the guys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chris' softball team, Haolefied, played in a Ring Tournament.  According to Chris, that was one of Dad's dreams as a softball player, to win a Ring.  With that, Haolefied played our best tournament, and won the Rings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we got word that Dad wasn't too well, just before 4th of July, Chris had asked me when our rings will be here?  I told him that it's scheduled to be here the end of this month or the beginning of next month.  With Dad's passing, Chris is very upset that he didn't get a chance to hand it to him directly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a day that I will never forget.  All the feelings and heart break of losing a loved one.  Granted, he is not my father but he is my father.  If that made any sense...  He always made me feel welcome.  He always made you feel comfortable.  He was and always will be a part of my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To Chris:  Know that I am here for you and the family.  You always seem to push me away when you stress over Dad's health, but I want you to know that I know how you react to things, and I am still here..  as hard as it gets.. and most of the times I just want to run..  but that means that I would be abandoning you in your time of need.  and I don't ever want you to feel that I would.  I love you with all my heart.  and I will always be here for you!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rest in Love Dad..  You will always be loved, respected, and never forgotten!!!&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/4442534313975344169-523193349031328036?l=inkeewilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inkeewilson.blogspot.com/feeds/523193349031328036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inkeewilson.blogspot.com/2009/07/rest-in-love-amos-taufaao.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4442534313975344169/posts/default/523193349031328036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4442534313975344169/posts/default/523193349031328036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inkeewilson.blogspot.com/2009/07/rest-in-love-amos-taufaao.html' title='Rest In Love.. Amos Taufaao..'/><author><name>~*INKEE*~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01237871690542094200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JpwK_jJMtxg/SmD64bo0jbI/AAAAAAAAAAs/qO1AeWjfW9E/S220/inkee.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JpwK_jJMtxg/SmX_zWQuU3I/AAAAAAAAABM/bkjWr_U9ATU/s72-c/dad+chris.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4442534313975344169.post-3658105262384332559</id><published>2009-07-20T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T09:44:14.149-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Weekend...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Okay.. so.. I'm gonna try this blog thing and give you a run down of my weekend.. which wasn't all that great but okay.. here it goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night we decided to stay home and just chill.. Our friends Ty &amp;amp; Delsa called and said they wanted to come over and chill with us.. so they did.. Ty &amp;amp; Chris had their usual drinks (SoCo &amp;amp; Diet 7-up) and Dels &amp;amp; I just talked.. You love my weekend so far don't you?? Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, our roommates &amp;amp; some more friends come over after their softball game and hung out.. I ended up going to sleep when Ty &amp;amp; Delsa left and Chris came to bed around 430 am.. haha.. Little does he know, that I'm gonna be up early to do some shopping for our Haolefied Team BBQ at Tyson's...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Saturday morning, I wake him up and he's like way grouchy.. cause not only is it like 1030am.. he's like HANGING!! Haha.. good one.. keep drinking.. but much to his dismay, he gets up and we are on our merry way out the door... Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We do our errands, and finally make it to the BBQ an hour late.. mind you.. it probably was like 110 out and in the shade.. So imagine, BBQ'ing in 100+ degree weather.. No good!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's it so far.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4442534313975344169-3658105262384332559?l=inkeewilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inkeewilson.blogspot.com/feeds/3658105262384332559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inkeewilson.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-weekend.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4442534313975344169/posts/default/3658105262384332559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4442534313975344169/posts/default/3658105262384332559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inkeewilson.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-weekend.html' title='My Weekend...'/><author><name>~*INKEE*~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01237871690542094200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JpwK_jJMtxg/SmD64bo0jbI/AAAAAAAAAAs/qO1AeWjfW9E/S220/inkee.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4442534313975344169.post-3937056743053428132</id><published>2009-07-17T15:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T15:52:44.271-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='More About Me'/><title type='text'>My Comfort Stuff.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;4 for Comfort:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four Comfort Movies:&lt;br /&gt;1. The Sound of Music.&lt;br /&gt;2. Grease.&lt;br /&gt;3. Hairspray.&lt;br /&gt;4. Mulan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four Comfort Reads:&lt;br /&gt;1. The bible.&lt;br /&gt;2. The Book of Mormon.&lt;br /&gt;3. US Weekly.&lt;br /&gt;4. Wena's Blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four Comfort Songs/Artists:&lt;br /&gt;1. Musika Malie by Pacific Soul.&lt;br /&gt;2. I Am a Child of God.&lt;br /&gt;3. The Sacred Prayer in Samoan.&lt;br /&gt;4. The Barney Song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four Comfort Foods:&lt;br /&gt;1. A Mother's Milk.&lt;br /&gt;2. Brussel Sprouts.&lt;br /&gt;3. Gouda.&lt;br /&gt;4. Mint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four People you run to, for Comfort:&lt;br /&gt;1. Chris.&lt;br /&gt;2. Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;3. Xscape (but that's only when I need love).&lt;br /&gt;4. Mommy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four Places/Things that give you Comfort:&lt;br /&gt;1. Softball.&lt;br /&gt;2. Home.&lt;br /&gt;3. The Strip.&lt;br /&gt;4. Friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what are your 4's for Comfort?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4442534313975344169-3937056743053428132?l=inkeewilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inkeewilson.blogspot.com/feeds/3937056743053428132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inkeewilson.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-comfort-stuff.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4442534313975344169/posts/default/3937056743053428132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4442534313975344169/posts/default/3937056743053428132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inkeewilson.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-comfort-stuff.html' title='My Comfort Stuff.'/><author><name>~*INKEE*~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01237871690542094200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JpwK_jJMtxg/SmD64bo0jbI/AAAAAAAAAAs/qO1AeWjfW9E/S220/inkee.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4442534313975344169.post-6507637159096346119</id><published>2009-07-17T14:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T14:51:24.549-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wena is the Bestest'/><title type='text'>Wena Is The Best...</title><content type='html'>...and everyone should know that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just sayin'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4442534313975344169-6507637159096346119?l=inkeewilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inkeewilson.blogspot.com/feeds/6507637159096346119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inkeewilson.blogspot.com/2009/07/wena-is-best.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4442534313975344169/posts/default/6507637159096346119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4442534313975344169/posts/default/6507637159096346119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inkeewilson.blogspot.com/2009/07/wena-is-best.html' title='Wena Is The Best...'/><author><name>~*INKEE*~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01237871690542094200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JpwK_jJMtxg/SmD64bo0jbI/AAAAAAAAAAs/qO1AeWjfW9E/S220/inkee.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
