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One golden morning I woke up to Matty in my kitchen cooking biscuits and gravy.

Delicious:)


and Delicious;)



This boy is better than me at a lot of things. Sewing, running, the list truly goes on, but peaking the mountainous inventory... is cooking. Whereas my thought process for when my tummy rumbles includes thinking up foods that will take the least amount of time and effort to create, Matty's includes other factors. For him the time and effort thing is less of a concern and it's taste that becomes important. The taste of these biscuits and gravy was nothing short of divine. :)

We eat and we play.
A few hours go by and Matt gets hungry again. Into the kitchen he goes to warm up another plate of biscuits and gravy. Am I hungry? No I am not. Do I want some? No, I'm fine. BUT... when my senses of sight and smell begin to take in the delicious provisions in front of me I think maybe just one bite of that would be awesome to have in my mouth. I grab my fork and sneak it onto the property of Matty's plate to steal the food that I have already made very clear I did not want. yea that's super annoying. Like grounds for getting stabbed with a fork annoying, but Matty didn't stab me. In fact he used his fork to pile more gravy onto my bite of biscuit. :) He is sweet.
That one bite multiplied into another and another until I'd eaten an entire biscuit and there was only one bite left on the plate. (Did I mention these biscuits were amazing?) "I'm sorry" I say to Matty "Does it bother you that I say I don't want any food and then eat all of yours?" He just smiles at me and says "Here, the last bite is yours". :)Insert heart of love right here:)



AAAANNNNDD...Today we will be eating our TURKEY!!!!!!


and...
To Mother Peterson- nothing about my feelings towards your B&G have changed;) They are incredible and I would do anything for them!!!!

Turkeys are white??

Sometime last week I was blessed with this delightful text from Matty B. "I have the funniest date ever for you on saturday". My enchanting response, "what is it?"

Matty B: I can get us a free turkey, but there's a catch... we have to kill it
Matty B: you down?

um... HECK TO THE YES!

So Satudray I put on my work pants and we carivan it down to the Turkey farm.

say hello to the little gobblers... and the big gobbler in front;)



Matty entered the cage and came back with a suprisinlgy still bundle of feathers. (I like to think if i'd just been snatched from my home I'd put up at least a little fight) We each grabed a scaley foot and carried the FATTY bird up the hill. Bringing the creature to its death was sort of odd. Mostly I just tried to keep my thigh from being in the direct path of its beak and pretended my shoulder muscle wasn't absolutley killing me.

We made it to the slaughter tree and hung the poor little guy from his feet to a branch.

Matty's Job = Shoving the knife up the birds beak and scrambling its brain
My Job = Holding the wings

Things to note while watching the clip below:
Somehow Paul inherited this cute girlish scream and I got the man yell
also...
don't miss Matt getting Turkey slapped a billion times... sorry Matty



The rest of the Turkey adventure went well. Towards the end I even got to pull out the heart! Total Indiana Jones moment:)

Happy Thanksgiving Everyone!!!! I'm thankful for a kind cheerful boyfriend who takes me on such enjoyable adventures.




Special shout out to all SERE Specialists. God bless the Airforce.

V is very very extra Ordinary

Matt and I always have lots and lots of fun together, but at the end of the day he always has to go home:/. This happened again yesterday, and so there we are outside my house and in front of his truck sweetly hugging goodbye. He wasn't talking and so I asked him what he was thinking. His response surprised and intrigued me. "I don't think you want to know" he replies. What the heck does that mean?!? He says it again, "I really don't think you want to know" and then with a brave voice he adds "but if you ask me again i'll tell you". i'm quiet for another minute thinking and wondering. But I have to know. "What are you thinking about?" I ask again. He kinda sighs and sets me down at the foot of his truck. Having me sit down was a smart move on his part. He looks at me and I'm wondering what it is that could be so hard for him to say to me. "You're not gonna like this" says the boy now standing in front of me.
At this point I am feeling straight up alarm. This boy I adore is about to tell me how things arn't working between us and all I feel is sad worry:( This is starting to feel an awful lot like that terrible night he told me that sometimes he thinks we'd make better friends then dating people. Apparently he was thinking this too and he says "AW! this is turning into that bad night (hey thats what I was thinking! weird.) I think I love you" Just like that he said it all in one breath.

My brain felt like it had been driving at 120 miles per hour and then realized it missed the turn. So it slammed on the breaks and rolled a few times. "WHAT???" is all I could manage to get out "WHA... Wha... WHAT?!??" Matty: "take out the think". Then in he looks right at me and as were staring into eachothers eyes I can't help but notice how soft his look and how full of emotion they were. "Haliaka, I love you" he says. I kissed him and then as quiet as I could I whispered. "i love you too". A couple hours later I received this text from Matty B: "Haha, gotten over the shock yet, or are you still grinning too?" I was still grinning. and having a very hard time focusing. like extremely hard. as in my class played scripture mastery basketball in seminary this morning lol.

Looks like it happened.haha, I fell in love

elder elder elder elder elder elder elder elder elder elder elder elder elder elder elder

These are the general schedules of my family...

Mom, Dad, Kale: work all day.
Maka, Kekela, Nika: go to school all day.
Paul: Stay home.
Haliaka: I am a substitute teacher. So for the ten days I got called in the last two months, I worked very hard. The rest I stayed home.

If you'll notice, Paul and I's schedules mostly lined up to us being home together all day. Did we take full advantage of this???

yes. yes we did.

We would go for runs and bike rides and get addicted to different T.V shows. I even cooked our meals. I don't usually like cooking, but I liked cooking for Paul. We would think about what really sounded good to us to eat. He would always say thankyou in such a genuine way and tell me that it tasted good. Then he'd put the dishes in the sink. We made a good team Paul and I and it was nice to have a good friend to mesh my schedule with. We'd plan our day so that we could both get done the things we needed too, but so that they were ususally done together:)Relationships were discuessed, songs were usually sung. It was really nice. BUT...big sigh... the time came for Pauli to move on. He got called to the Philedelphia, Pennsylvani mission and reported to the MTC.

This morning, I got home from Seminary and Paul was gone. He wasn't on the couch working on his scrap book. He wasn't in his room reading a book. He wasn't in the Kitchen cleaning up. He wasn't in the living room doing p90x. He was just gone.

I sat in the rocking chair and cried.


Things I'm very grateful for:
-i'm lucky enough to have a brother that I miss when he's not here
-all the ways this mission will help Paul to grow
-all the sweet memories I was able to make with my little brother
-that my family can be together forever

I call the hump!

This last weekend Matty's little borther Kevin came up to the evergreen state for a visit:) With two burningham boys on the loose you can bet the fun levles were high. One thing that happened was that I sat in the middle seat. Matt has a truck and usually he drives and I sit in the passenger seat, but With three people sitting in the truck the most sense making option was Matt driving, me in the middle and Kevin in the passenger seat. A couple days later Matt and I picked up his friend from the airport. On the way back to base Matty drove, I sat in the middle and the nice friend sat in the passenger seat. It turns out that when I sit in the middle, Matt and I are closer. I will most likely be always sitting in the middle from now on.

Pixels de digital can't we PLEASE be friends???

On occasion I have a very difficult time looking past the present. This most often happens when taking pictures. Yes a few are fun, and its a blast to go back and look at them later, but while most girls seems to get a thirll at capturing every moment multiple times I kinda combine my "no clutter policy" with my "I hate holding things" syndrome and also my "I'm irresponsible and never charge my electronics" illness. The result is my crackypants just flying on after about picture 3.

One particular incident stants out in my mind. The lcoation: Calgary, Alberta, Oh Canada. Sarah and Tiffy and I went to the Calgary Stampede. We had spent the day watching chuckwagans race and eating poutine, and now the night concert. Oh the wonders of the night concert! Fireworks, dancing people dangling above my head. Motorscycles launching over and across the stage, stretchy tights, elaborate costumes, angelic singers, bright lights, NOISE, just the works! I mean I love anything on a stage and this show was like the circus meets american idol meets Hairspray meets the mad hatter. Just fantastic. So eyes sprakling and glued to the stage I am very much enjoying my Calgary stampede experience. My dearest friend Sarah I'm sure was also enjoying the show and thought to digitally capture the magical moment. Ok, fine, I will look away for a few seconds for the picture, but one picture turnd into about 5 and that went over my limit. In the 6th picture I did look at the camera, but you can bet I did NOT smile. I frowned. I frowned with hate in my eyes ;( And then I rudley said "There's a million things my eyes would rahter look at right now then your camera lense". The next few pictures were taken without me in them... um grumpy??? mean??? yikes!! Poor Sarah was only capturing a wonderful trip, and you better beleive that I absolutley loved going through every picture 2 weeks later and I felt really bad about what I said.

That was a year ago and I'm proud to say i've spent the last 12 months trying to be more patient about picture taking. My tolerance for the whole ordeal has greatly increased as have my enjoyment levels:) (I would even call the bridal party pictures we took at the temple after Tiffs wedding ... FUN!!!- it also helped that tiffys mom brought cheese buns for us:) yum.)

My next step has been to now become the picture taker. I go up and down with this, but on the whole I spend a lot more time promising to take pictures and a lot less time actually doing anything with my camera.

Time for a confession: It was my best friends wedding this last weekend. (Thats a real life statement I wasn't referencing the movie). I brought my camera... :) I did not take one single picture. Ok I took one picture... two pictures. When I was stopped at the border I tried to be artistic and I took one of my rearview mirror and one of my feet. They were both hidiouse and have since been deleted. I feel bad that I didn't take any pictures. I'm slacking hardcore in my picture taking goals and there's no reward in goal slacking. Honestly, the thought of taking pictures seems dreary, but i'm going to do it. It's so fun to look at them later.. why does it feel like such a hassel??? I really do LOVE looking at pictures and having pictures, I DO!! now if I could just remember that during the picture taking moment... I might be more successful. Ok life, let the good times roll cause i'ma capture me 10 fun moments this week with digital pixels!!!

I Heart Mr. Goodbar

At work there is this glass bowl that is always filled with mini candybars. I am not shy about enjoying this bowl. Often. and Generously. and yet, it NEVER gets empty!!! I havn't figured out who yet, but somebody in the office is very prompt and diligent when it comes to mini candybar consumption. I imagine they have a small garden in their office where they plant mini candybar seeds and water and nurture them to grow. Thankyou Mr. Candybar farmer.

an amusing memory

Last week Matts dad said he would buy him a gun. Both felt it nessasary to try shooting guns before deciding on one to buy. So last Wednesday Matt went to a shooting range and ...since his roommate elder didn't want to go... I got to come along:) (how much do I love being 2nd choice to a dude? haha actually i much prefer it to being 2nd to a girl- mothers and sisters exempt of course) anyways, Matty brings this gun back to try and its called...... HK!!!!! you can imagine the sqeal of delight and childlike beam that came to my face. HK is so much more than my initials. Everyone on my rugby team and my very close friends in high school call me HK. It is a name I answer to promtply and lovingly. Oh Matt!, I exclaim. You must choose this one!! He begins loading the gun, but is having a bit of trouble. "Looks like the HK is a little too smart for you" I comment "No" he says, "just complicated" Then he kisses me on top the head.

After we went to Applebees. I got a cheeseburger and Matty got some sort of pasta and chicken dish. The waitress who brought us our food gave us the wrong ones lol no no the man burger was definately ordered by me thanks. but it was ok because we both ate half of each. Eating half of each is one of my favorite things. You get to try twice as much food! yes i'm going to use these two words. Kindred and spirit


also... it should be mentioned that Matt left yesterday. When hes gone I tend to talk about him to others a bit much... it may also sneak into my blogg. If our curiouse he went to hike 75 miles up a mountain with an 87 lb pack. Poor boy:(

I love you mom and dad!

Every morning a delightful thing happens. I skip down the stairs and open the fridge to find wonderful contianers of food meant especially to be tucked into my backpack, carried off to work and enjoyed at lunch. Sometimes mom makes me a special salad, sometimes dad creates a special stir fry for me, on other occasions I snag the left overs from dinner. It is perhaps my most favorite part of my morning routine and I leave with a heartfelt appreciation for my parentals. They are kind people. and very good cooks. But Alas, today (for the first time all summer) there was no friendly tupperware awaiting my companionship. So... I decided I would take on a challege. I decided to try to go a whole day without eating. It sounds like i'm on a diet or trying to lose wieght. I asure you i'm not. It just sounded so inviting to have something hard to do, but all the magic in that idea wore off around twelve. Lucky for me the office just stocked up on snacks:)

like or like like

I've been debating whether I should actually blog about this or not. Which almost always means ya probably shouldn't, but... I kinda just want to:) hehe SO... at the extreme risk of being psycho, i'm going to blog about .... a boy.

Blogging friends... meet Matthew T. Burningham





He's a cheerful adventurous boy with a wide range of interests including knives, cooking, all things nature, salsa dancing and taylor swift. He's in the airforce training to be a sere specialist. Being a sere specialist is a lot like being Jason Borne. One could pretty accuartely say that Matty is training to be Mr. Borne. One would also be correct in describing his life as demanding. Like highly demanding, but that it also makes him desciplined, tough, hardworking and honest. He teases like crazy and sure makes me laugh a lot. :) He is righteouse and fun and As it turns out, (big breath)...we are dating. (I can already feel myself regretting this post)

ps. Dear Family (mostly Uncle Terry and Uncle keola;)) He is a returned missionary with a solid testimony and a righteouse glow:) ...he went to Spain

To see Matty eat a bug go here!! http://www.facebook.com/home.php#!/video/video.php?v=771314093389&comments&set=t.1132050099&type=1

Que to the Tal!!

Aloha mi amigos de blogging! So there came this period of 7 months where I had absolutly no motivation nor interest to blog. like zero. BUT... I would like two things to be known. 1. To my credit I have been writting in my journal. Sometimes it's hard to do both and the Journal needed to know I like him the same as my blog. We just needed some time together. 2. I have not been completely gone... in fact (as creepy as this kinda is) I've been logging in to the ole blog at least once a week and reading everyones posts. That haveing been said there are a few things that need to be blogged.

1. Solve the mystery! (Jessica I dedicate this to you;) )
Thanksgiving... where do I go you ask????? It was New York City baby :) My uncle printed up these amazing itineraries. (he does this for nearly all of his planned events. It is both incredibly useful and just really cute) The whole trip was such a blast! One of the DC highlights for sure!

2. The shout outs
Theres a lot of theses. Shout out to the capital of America! This is a place where I learned that I can do hard things and even make a little bit of a difference:) Shout out to the Sakais! Some of my fondest DC memories were spent at their house. It was my save haven from stress. like I can't even explain. The spirit in their home is so strong and I adore my Auntie Kim and Uncle Keola. Auntie Kim is hilariouse, Uncle Keola is so quarky... which in turn also makes him hilariouse and the banter and obviouse friendship between the two of them is special and adorable. I miss them! Shout out to the cutest girl in the world! Lillie!! Lillie is a firework and I loved every second of every cousin party I had with her. She is so many special things:) Shout out to Wilson High School! I fell head over heels in love with every student there.

3. Where I am now
I graduated in December and moved back home. Like in with my parents. As in I share a room with my 11 year old sister, actually I share a bed with this child. I finished out the school year substitute teaching, and have not applied for jobs or even really done much in the way of making my resume cool. It sounds pretty bad I know, but here's the funny thing. These last 7 months have been so fulfilling and progressing making, and i've been so happy. My original plan was come home sub out the year then go begin life and contribute positively to society. There were many options: teach internationally, mission, HAWAII!!!, DC. It was exciting to think of all the places and advuentures I could go do, but as I pondered and prayed I just felt so much like I needed to stay home. (why is Hawaii never the answer??) Of all the options staying home is probalby not the most exciting, but its the one that stands out. And the Lord has this funny way of reassuring me i'm in the right place. Heavenly father, I asked, should I go on a mission?? he gives me some cool promptings and then boom. i'm called as a seminary teacher. ok Heavenly father so I know i'm suppose to stay home, but I think i'm going to go on a little summer adventure,boom he puts me in releif society. There's this scary pattern of everytime I think of leaving I get strapped with some big church resopnsibilities that keep me tied to the cheney institute building. SO, hint taken I'm in cheney. but really it's been this special time where Kale is home and I've gotten to spend time with my family all together, i've become really involved in my little singles ward and made some amazing friends there. I know i'm where I'm suppose to be and thats a peaceful thing.