Manti Matthew

I feel sorry for people who don't have a broseph like I do...well....2 bros like I do...but this blog in particular goes out to the one and only Manti Matthew Su'a.  If you already haven't read my sister's  (Jamie Su'a) blog http://www.correspondencefromj.blogspot.com/ then let me break it down (in my own way)....
25.  He couldn't say his "R's" until we was 12?  11? 
24.  He stuttered....correction: stutters  (which makes him human....otherwise we would question the mere actuality of his mortality)
23.  He has a kind heart.  The purest heart I've ever known.
22.  When we very first moved into the house which we currently reside (eventhough the yard is smaller than the previous houses we've occupied) Mikey and Manti found little ways to make it an adventure and makes things fun...they're just like that...it's what they do.  I.e. they would string yarn from their windows (not more then 5 ft from each other) and pass notes to each other thru the windows....they would hide notes under the loose tiles on their window sills.
21.  When Manti is caught off guard and is in a heated situation he is VERY quick on his feet....not good...but quick.  When we were little we all shared a room, when it was bedtime rather than go to sleep (which is what was instructed to us) we would "come alive!"  We would "spy" on people....in our house....one night Manti got caught.  Without skipping a beat his excuse/defense for NOT being in bed was "but but but but mom....I needed to tell you something REALLY important.....I....I....I....I love you" it's one of those you-had-to-be-there-moments....but it was a classic moment...one that none of us will ever forget.
20.  He is majoring in Biology, or Genetics, or Chemistry or something like that...one of those things that's hard to spell let alone major in....all I have to say is...glad it's not me.
19.  Manti is pretty much ALWAYS in a good mood...which you would think might get a little sickening but it is the complete opposite....I love it...I love that whenever Jamie or I are in a bad mood, if he is around we all of a sudden are happy.  Not a lot of people have that effect on others...Manti, does.
18.  He is a great athlete...rugby, football, basketball..and even swimming....who knew?
17.  His "I-know-this-is-so-stupid-but-I-can't-help-but-laugh" laugh....I WISH I had a video of this particular style of laughing....it is priceless.
16.  Every time I saw a scary movie (which I no longer do) I could NOT sleep at night b/c of the fear I left the movie theater with...so I would make Manti sleep on my floor...sometimes for several nights at a time....and he did it....and he NEVER complained.  Thanks Man.
15.  When he was younger Manti and Mikey had a paper route.....our lives revolved around that paper route....our van caught on fire while delivering "papes" (as mom called them...still does)....social events were postponed b/c of the 4:30pm deadline that the papes had to be out....the stupid orange bags we had to put them in if it was raining....and the  nasty ink from the papes that literally stained our carpet...booooo.
14.  The fact that EVERY animal on this earth loves him...and not me.
13.  He's a really good snowboarder....or so I've heard.
12.  His sense of humor is top of the line. 
11.  Little known fact: He can hit the high notes in "Phantom of the Opera"
10.  The fact that whenever he comes home he ALWAYS ALWAYS leaves with a souvenir from MY room!
9.  He loves EVERYONE....how the heck does he do it?
8.  He will let me choose whatever movie I want to see...even if it's "Twilight" and never gives me guff....
7.  He has the "finest" on a budget (Manti, don't act like you DON'T know what I'm talking about...car..phone...clothes....I could go on but I'm sure you don't want ALLLLL your business on my blog)
6.  He is completely level headed....he got that from mom
5.  His attempt to speak Samoan.  "They're talking about being in class.  Huh?  They said vasega...and that means class!  Dad!  Manti is eavesdropping on your conversation!  Yeah...I heard you say you were in class...VAsega!  No....we were talking about PEsega."  He was SO sure of himself.....I just love that about him.
4.  His innate appreciation for hip-hop music...who would've thunk?
3.  In 9th grade he ran for 9th grade President and the way he won was thru his speech which consisted of your basic "rally speech"  of "Ducks fly together"......rallying the 9th class in a harmonious chant of "quack....quack.....QUACK...QUACk..QUACK QUACK...you get the jist...
2.  Girls have gone out of their way to make me their friend SPECIFICALLY to get to Manti...lame-oh!  I always saw right thru it....they never got to Manti.
1.  Eventhough he is a super star (in my eyes...and Jamie's....and Mom's) he is the most humble person I know.  It's true.....I admire and love him so much, I seriously lucked out when they were handing out brothers.  Thank you divine forces for placing us in the same familial (is that even a word) dynamic.  I love you Man, happy birthday from the bottom of my heart (sung to the tune of Feliz Navidad).  You da you da best. 

Spreading joy and cheer

Naturally I waited til the last minute to do my xmas shopping...it's the only way to go right?  Crowded parking lots, crowded stores, crying children, messy stores, the dreadful Christmas music re-makes (i.e.Taylor Swifts re-make of "Last Christmas") along with atrocious "holiday" elevator music playing in the store, the germs you are inhaling as people cough/sneeze/hack as they walk by you, but my absolute favorite.....xmas shopping EVIL!  I knew I wasn't going to get around to xmas shopping until the last minute so, I prepared myself...mentally....emotionally...etc.  I was filled with Christmas cheer as I pulled into a parking lot and was cut off twice, brake checked, sneered at while I patiently waited for the multitudes of pedestrians who felt so inclined to take their sweet time jaunting across the parking lot to their horrendously parked cars (no doubt in their minds THEY are the exception to the rule..."I can park like this....even if I take up 2 stalls...it's ok if I do it") all the while singing along with Karen Carpenter, maintaining my composure and holiday cheer.  It was an even more joyous sight once I got INTO the store...oh what fun it is to nearly trip over children/toddlers/car seats in the middle of a walkway/door/isle only to be given crustys once you realize it was YOUR fault to let other people's children run around unattended....the joy doesn't stop there...the season just wouldn't be complete with out hearing mothers so lovingly reprimanding their children as if in the comfort of their own home, Ah!  The resonance is priceless, the level of volume in their voice is undeniably an ice breaker for the strangers around them...the vexation and stratus of comfort it must give will def be the gift that keeps on giving.  And the checkout lines, who could forget the checkout lines, their grandure, their complete delight.  I thoroughly enjoy witnessing temper tantrums thrown by several of the patrons who, once they've reached the cashier realize, they can't get their own way (in one way or another..i.e. the pricing is wrong, the item they've searched for is unavailable...they can't get exactly what they need at that very given moment)...how they want it, when they want it....oh the frenzy they work up, and the words that come out of their mouths most definitely encourage dreams of sugar plum fairies, and candy land wishes.  The hussle and bussle of the season is so affable, and charming.  No wonder we all look forward to this time of year....everyone is at their utter best.  The gift of giving has become something we all anticipate with a hint of electricity in our hearts.  It's obviously NOT a routine we've gotten into...it's something we all do out of the goodness of our hearts, never because we are obligated to purchase a gift for the one person whose name we drew out of a hat (in order to eliminate the idea of gift giving to everyone you love) no, no, it is out of complete adoration for the season, and what it represents.  Lucky for us the word "Christmas" still means something.  It means that we get one more day off of work, we get to pig out and not feel guilty afterwards, we get to throw away pretty paper that we should recycle (go green), we have to/get to see all sides of our extended family, making appointments as to when it's convenient for US to swing by your house just so we can open the presents you got for us.  It's still a day that we remember ourselves and what we got....whether or not we got that flat screen tv we wrote to Santa for 3 times....it's about competing with our neighbors as to...who has the most festive light display, never mind that our utility bill could put us in the poor house we MUST be the talk of the neighborhood.  No wonder Christmas is our favorite time of year.  *big sigh of satisfaction* Oh, Christmas what would we do without you? 
***Disclaimer***
This Christmas has been the most humbling Christmas of my lifetime.  The true meaning is priceless to me.  All sarcasm aside.  A Savior was born.  A Savior to turn to when your year doesn't go as you anticipated or planned.  A Savior who will comfort us when we stand in need.  A protector, a guide, a confidant, a person who hears our prayers. A Savior whom we would all be lost without.  I know this.  Merry Christmas everyone. 

Stronger than yesterday (not a Britney cover)

I got off work a lil' early and instead of coming home and going STRAIGHT to the gym as planned, I'm eating random (somewhat healthy) food from the cupboards and fridge, and I'm watching Oprah.  Let me explain.  I consider myself VERY pop-culture savvy...in fact, whenever my family or my co-workers have a question about what's going on in the "the biz" they immediately resort to me as their main source of information (naturally). Oprah is a major pop-culture icon...I felt the need to "catch up."  As I'm sitting here watching Oprah interview Whitney Houston (my 2nd favorite singer....**see below for a list of my favorite singers...in order)...I can't help but want to stick my finger THROUGH my eyeball and swirl it around in my brain rather than watch this.  I'm so annoyed by this interview.  Stop!  Make it stop! Ok...just turned it off...*said in a whiney voice* "oh woe is me I did drugs, I have so much money...but just b/c I have money doesn't mean I have problems"....uh...thanks Whitney.  What about those of us who DON'T have millions of dollars?  We still have problems...and they're probably worse than your self-inflicted drug addiction.  Guys...I just don't care that she has problems.  Does anybody else care about Whitney's problems?  Oh don't get me wrong...I feel empathy for her (b/c that's what we're supposed to do right?) but she has millions of hundos....she can work it out.  Now, if she wanted to throw some benji's MY way...we would have a different story on our hands...as it is...I'm wrapped up in my own blogging world right now.
So....talk about the worst year ever....whoever said life wasn't easy had it right on the money.  But guess what?  I'm still standing! I know we all have stuff to go thru, but this year has been the hardest year of my life.  I'm so glad I have an amazing family...with equally amazing parents.  My sister was just what the Dr. ordered. I have to say how much my family means to me.  And, maybe that is one of the reasons I've gone thru all I've gone thru...who knows.  This blog is not to let you in on how bad things have been...it's to show you that I/you can do anything...get through anything that is placed on your plate.  Don't get discouraged...get even!  Get even with the unfortunate events that have happened in your life.  Get out there....do it TO it.  Conquer your trials...or they might conquer you.  Maybe this blog is a little out of character for me, but I felt inclined to post it....I hope SOMEONE (even if it's just one person) will benefit from it...you're not alone...
 So, any of you who have had an equally bad year or who have just had some rough patches here and there....and you're still in good spirits, still healthy, still standing....THAT'S WHAT I'M TALKIN ABOUT!  I don't know why we go through what we go through (when I figure it out I'll post something on it) but I know that no matter what it is...we can do it....if the Lord brought you to it...he will bring you through it (I say that ALL the time in my head).  So...to "Murphy's Law, Karma, Satan, my luck" I have TWO words for you...........................................................See you.....later.  Hmph guess that's three words. 
Here are some helpful "how-to's" if you're having a hard time:
There are 2 ways to get thru life...laughing or crying...I prefer laughing, crying gives me a headache.-Marjorie Hinckley
Exercise-Pam Su'a (that's her answer for EVERYTHING)
Punch the wall -common sense
Take a drive-McKenna Magalogo
Go for a walk-Noelle Mauri
Knit-Becci Combs
Make your own ornaments for your xmas tree, or develop your own fantastic table setting layout-Britney Bell Thompson
Eat!  EAT ANYTHING YOU WANT!-Jenilyn...and my sister Jamie
Soak in a nice warm bath-Shanna Campbell
Do something for someone else...aka Service-Bar Dee Campbell
Give money to Jenilyn- Vatau Su'a
Watch a rugby game-Ashely Filimoeatu
Go to a Zumba class-Morena
Take some pictures-Stephanie Meyers (New last name..sorry steph forgot)
Make some mochi-Amanda Cushing
Hope some of these will help if you're going through a hard time...or really rough trials!
**Favorite Singers**
1. Mariah Carey (HER not her image)
2. Whitney Houston
3 Christina Aguilera
4. Chrisette Michelle
5. The girl from Glee (obviously she's one of my favorites...I know her name and everything)
FAV MALE SINGERS
1. Stevie Wonder
2. Brian McKnight
3. John Legend
4. Raheem DeVaughn
5. Luther Vandross
*Big sigh of relief* I feel so much better after this posting!  Thanks for listening folks....remember: You never know how strong you are until being strong is the only choice you have.

Let me catch my breath

*Blogging frm my phone oooh wee* I used to have a shopping addiction.  I am better now.  Well...I thought I was better.  It was the better part of 3 yrs. ago that I sat myself down, and had an intervention with: "me, myself and I," all three distinct personalities.  "Me" is very frivolous, impetuous, and care free...a free spirit so to speak, while "Myself" has an attitude that can not only "rip you a new one" but can put the fear of God in you if you are doing something you shouldn't!  "I" is very practical, logical, and intelligent (she holds us together).  "We" intervened....had it out.  The shopping was going to tear us apart....so...it ended (the shopping that is).  I snapped my fingers and just like that...problem solved.  Yet, here I stand at an undisclosed department store doing everything in my power to, not only catch my breath, but also maintain my composure as I gawk at the ever appealing, AWE-striking, butterflies-in-my-stomach-making, handbag section.  I find it ironic that Jordin Sparks "One Step At A Time" is playing as I make my way through this predicament, and yet, as I listen to the (somewhat well written) words of this song I just can't help myself.  I've mentally committed to the most extraordinary, most-amazing-color-of-purple-I-have-ever-seen, crocodile skin handbag.......my heart is torn between principle and pleasure.....virtue and vice......right and right-er...will power and supplication...and although buyers remorse may follow (highly doubtful...if you could see this handbag you would understand WHY no one could EVER feel guilty for purchasing such a work of art) I have to "give in" to that part of me that just CAN'T live without it.  After all, EVERYONE (absolutely) NEEDS a purple crocodile skin handbag right?  Don't bother asking how much this is costing me.  I will never tell!  You can torture me with ants and leave me to dry in the sun but I will still be true...I will never divulge that information.  1, 2, 3...DONE!  Cha-ching....pay day for my closet!  Oh no....oh no......WAIT!!!!  There's one exactly like it only in....black!  AAHHHHHH!!!!  Panic. 

Standing in line....

So...let's see if this "blogging frm your phone" thing works. I'm standing in the concession line at Carmike Cinemas Jordan Landing and seriously this line goes on for eternity...never mind that there are 11 others just as long! *thought* how many ppl have actually read the Twilight books? I wish you guys could see how serious some girls have taken this premier...t-shirts, costumes, face painting oh my!  Surprisingly enough I estimate that 43% of the people here are male...GROWN males...*head tilt* odd.  I really hope that when Jacob Black morphes into a werewolf for the first time I don't faint from emotional overload..cross your fingers will ya?  You know what I hate?  People who cut in line.  If my baby sister Jamie was with me I would...correction...WE would lay down the law...as it is I have no back up.  Oh my gosh I just looked up from blogging (on my phone) and there is, no joke, a somewhat adolescent looking kid...of the male gender....covered in silver glitter...my guess is he is dressed up as Edward in the sunlight...he's walking around with his shirt UN-buttoned....so....big weirdo creep alert everyone....no appeal whatsoever...sorry Team Edward.  *observation* teenage girls are kind of annoying minus the kind of ...I'm surrounded...justification: I can say that b/c I was once an annoying teenage girl.  *random thought* A LOT of these ppl look familiar but I KNOW I have never seen them in my life...hmpf....pre-exsistence?  
Oh my goodness I'm so glad I have a handle on my temper b/c there is a tweenie twi-hard that is bugging the bah-jeezies out of me and if I wasn't so patient I probably would have slapped her by now (not really...but I would be seriously contemplating it...IF I wasn't so patient)...there are a lot of Native Americans here I bet there on Team Jacob...they can have my Jacob leftovers...still in line...I've moved about 5 inches this whole time I've been blogging (from my phone...isn't that the coolest?)...seriously how long does it take to get a bag of popcorn and a drink?  Ok New Moon let's get it poppin!  Go Jacob....I love you!

Star Quality?

What does it take to make an ordinary individual reach extra-ordinary heights of fame and "fortune?"  I think I have it all figured out.  No really you guys....I think I'm a genius (figuratively speaking).  I saw the Michael Jackson movie the other day....don't worry I'm right up there with the next person- sick to death of hearing the whole "Michael Jackson is dead" drama.  When the movie came out I have to admit I had little to no interest in seeing the movie.  How I ended up in the theater I know not....peer pressure most likely, much to my surprise I was instantly drawn into this movie (what.the.heck?).  While I was watching the movie it took every ounce of strength I had to stay seated in my chair....all I wanted to do was get up and DANCE...sooooo many thoughts were running through my mind....*wow, he's really dead...*why didn't I ever go to one of his concerts? *why didn't I appreciate his brilliance when he was alive? *the past/present FIVE genereations of my family (great grand-parents all the way up to my new nephew who was introduced to the lyrical stylings of MJ by none other than his most musically righteous Aunty Jenilyn) know Michael Jackson is, in one way or another, what other celebrity can claim that? *he's weird *he's freaking amazing *how is he so amazing?  You guys....how is it that Michael is SO amazing?  I mean...the musical abilities...the dancing capabilities blah blah blah.....but think about it....there are about a million and five people who are just as good musically and just as good physically (I mean they can dance just as good as he can)....BUT...what is it about him that is so..........enthralling....so mind boggling that once you set eyes/ears on a performance you are completely mezmorized by it?  I have a few theories...well...maybe just one but a "few" sounds better...lyrically. 
Let me break it down....who are like the biggest celebs right now?  Britney, Angelina, Madonna....I could go on but these girls will help me prove my point.  Take these girls for instance.....what's one of the first words that comes to your mind?  For me it's plain and simple....WEIRD.  I mean Britney is seriously off her rocker...Angelina used to wear blood around her neck and kiss her brother...and Madonna has that weird Trans-Atlantic accent from like the 30's or 40's (whenever they used it).....did you notice that I didn't need to include any of their last names?  You totally knew who I was talking about right?  How sweet would that be to have millions of people know you by your first name only?  To be able to stand out THAT much that no last name is needed....whoa.  So, am I saying that you have to be totally weird in order to be super-famouso?  Technically, yes.  Realistically, no.  What I'm trying to say is that, in "This is it" there were 2 parts where I thought to myself..."Ok, who would think to put this in a concert...this is seriously odd."  BUT if anyone can do it....it would be Michael Jackson...he is the exact right amount of weird that it works....which makes him completely untouchable in his fame status.  Who wakes up in the morning and thinks to himself...."I'm only gonna wear ONE bedazzled baseball batting glove today not two.....Oooh you know what would be really awesome?  If, mid-dance, I kicked one leg up and did a little scream then grab my pelvis...that'll catch on and it will be ONE of my signature dance moves that everyone will end up imitating in years and generations to come.  Hmmmm....I need to get married....hmmm....what great musical Legends have daughters?  Chyna Phillips is taken....McKenzie Phillips won't return my calls.....Rod Stewart has that blond daughter but she's not cute....Brooke Hogan is too young *mental note: remember to call her in 10 yrs*....what about Lisa-Marie Presley?!"  Guys, you have to admit...he's made some really outlandish, & unconventional decisions...but they've totally worked.  Who is more famous than Michael?  Even now that he's dead...who can top him?  I can't think of one person...if you can PLEASE enlighten me.  So...here's my recipe for instant, interminal fame:
1 normal semi-good looking person
At least 1 (2 or 3 to guarantee a solid career) good songs
1 outrageous music video
2 or 3 scandals (add to taste)
Endless acts of sparatic absurdity
Occasional idiosyncratic decisions made while in the spotlight of the media *note: bizarre and erractic behavior must ALWAYS be caught on film (digital or motion)
Let simmer for several years. 
Leave the public eye for a while (determine based on how hot it gets)
Do a "comeback" tour
Make an appearance on Oprah to tell "your side" of the story (Diane Sawyer works too)
Write a tell-all book....embelish!
Lather, Rinse, Repeat...as desired.
A little badda....a little bing....you're a star.....a SUPER-STAR! 
Not hard to do folks.....so there it is....on a silver platter for all you aspiring "Super-stars."

Showtime!

YOU GUYS!  I cannot believe it's SHOWTIME!!!  Next week "Cinderella" opens!!!  Am I nervous?  Pshhhhh pleeeeeease!  No way....ok maybe a little....teensy....tiny bit.  OR maybe a lot.  Regardless, it's here, it's time, and I'm not gonna back down or out now....who wants to come??? 
The show is running Nov. 12th-14th (Thurs-Sat)
There are at least 2 or more shows on Friday & Sat.  For showtimes go to http://www.drapertheatre.org/
*heads up* tickets are already starting to sell.....they are anticipating to sell out every show (fingers crossed).  I hope to see some of you there!  It will be a good show no doubt! 
P.S. On Friday & Saturday if you dress up like a Prince or Princess you get 1/2 off the tickets!  Corny?  No way!  I would totally do it for 1/2 off! Ha ha ha