tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-78765603941686856682024-03-13T08:01:44.102-07:00exceedingly great joy.Tamarihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15280799908350926244noreply@blogger.comBlogger25125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7876560394168685668.post-79830835057750338232012-05-14T19:42:00.000-07:002012-05-14T19:42:00.542-07:00THANK YOU<div style="text-align: center;">Perhaps you will never know how grateful we are. </div><div style="text-align: center;">Your texts, phone calls, e-mails, dinners, thoughts and prayers,</div> <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">but not least</td></tr>
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WE LOVE YOU.<br />
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</div>Tamarihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15280799908350926244noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7876560394168685668.post-14866312466778397202011-05-07T20:43:00.000-07:002012-01-27T20:45:42.227-08:00The Most Beautiful DayIt was coming to the weekend of Cinco De Meyo. Chase left out of town on Wednesday for work and of course I was going to be missing him. So was baby. He always held my tummy at night. I felt like I was just starting to show. I talked to him the night before he left about how big my belly was getting and debated if I wanted to take pictures of the progress. Because I didn't feel "prepared" we didn't. It's ok but now I wish we would have:) About a month ago the morning sickness went away. It was my first time I was over the morning sickness and chase was going to be gone. I had planned on surprising him with a new coffee table when he got home so I knew I would be busy while he was gone!( I broke our other one and it was our fav! ) During this month I was in to finding free furniture on ksl and having chase make it look pretty but it goes so fast so you have to stalk the website! Between that, work, and cleaning I was going to be so busy and before I knew it Chase would be home from a long weekend away! But unfortently the weekend wasn't quite like I had planned. It was Thursday evening and like always I was on the phone with Chase before bed. I felt a little cramp but thought nothing of it. When mentioned it to Chase he asked if I was ok and then told me not to worry. I agreed and we went on with our conversation. I went to bed and found myself waking up early in the AM . At that point I knew something was wrong. I called Chase right away and he told me to just make an appointment right away when the doctors opened, try to stay calm and not stress since that could possibly stress the baby. I called my mom, my sister, and started to get ready for the day. At 4am. Haha. I try to think as positive as possible and thought NOTHING could be wrong so I should just plan on going to work. When I left my house it was 7am and I just thought I would go to work and if I could go to the midwife I would just wait till after work. As I was a few blocks from my house on my way to work I talked to my sister Maria who was also very positive but told me to go to the doctor right away and not go into work. Without hesitation I called my midwife and told her what was happening. She was still sleeping but said, "meet me at my office in 30 minutes." EVERYTHING is running through my head...could this be happening? is everything ok? what is wrong with my baby? What did I do wrong? and then it enters my head, everything will be ok. Nothing could be wrong. If you know me well, I am baby crazy. I would sneak out of primary class to go to the nursery to play with the babies. lol! I have been ready to have a baby to call ours and to hold since the day we got married. Well I get to my appointment and my midwife checks for the heartbeat but there was nothing. She wasnt too worried and then checked a couple other things. I was dialated at a 4 and only 19 weeks and 4 days along. It was at that point she told me it didn't look good but we will go get an ultrasound and see. At that moment, I cried. I called my mom, I called Chase, and he was on the next flight. My sister Maria was going to fly out if Chase couldn't get here and to just be support. Thank you, Maria. Again all the questions run through my head but I tried my best to stay positive. When I had my first ultra sound she was moving all around, waiving her hands, and so wiggly and active. This time, was different. My little angel layed there so sweet. The tech wasnt saying anything. And I still had HOPE. It was silent in the room and as my tears fell I asked if everything was ok. It was at that moment I was told that our little baby no longer had a heartbeat and I would have her later today. I still was in disbelief and couldn't understand how this could be happening and what I did wrong. Chase was boarding the plane when I got this news and was going to get to me sooner than later but I just wanted him there right then. Shortly after all of this I went back to the birthing center. Sure enough, I was having my baby. The contractions kicked in. And even after contractions I was STILL could not believe it. I layed in bed,cried, talked with my midwife, and texted the people I was closest to. My girlfriends from work were texting me and I shared the news. They asked me where I was and they would have dinner for us. It was something I was ok without, food was the last thing on my mind. The weather was gorgeous and there was a craft store across the street so I walked over there to enjoy the day, call my family, and just hope the time would pass so I could be with Chase. During this time I spoke with my mother in law and she cried with me. She told me she just sent a package of maternity clothes for Mother's Day. I forgot this weekend was Mother's day. I love celebrating Mother's Day. My mom has been the best mom to us and one day I was going to be just like her. To make all of this a little better, Chase got to me. He hugged me. We cried and I said I was sorry. Why was I apologizing you wonder? Because it is one thing in life I felt 100% responsible for and somehow I didn't do good enough. Like I failed. He comforted me. Told me everything I needed to hear. And he too was in disbelief. He and I enjoyed the weather and went for a walk. We talked about if it would be a boy or a girl, what our little baby would look like, and our faith. We knew everything would somehow be ok. We are an eternal family. We talked to my mom and she also reminded us everything will be ok and Heavenly Father knows what is best. She is so positive and said just what we needed. My contractions were off and on and got worse and worse. I was scared but Chase made everything perfect. Even though our world seemed to be crashing down. As I mentioned earlier my girlfriends from work said they would bring dinner. Sure enough, they did. And it was such a blessing. Even though we were so sick to our stomachs and not hungry at all, we still ate. It was heaven sent. Thank you Julie and Mandy. We really were starving but didn't even realize it. Sure enough in the middle of night, our little girl was born at 2:22am. It was a girl:) We held her, talked with her, and cried some more. We weren't sure we were going to name her but she was much more than just a baby to us. We named her Kelly:) Those of you that sent cards and flowers, texted, called, brought dinner....THANK YOU. We love and appreciate you. Because of you, it was the most beautiful day it could have been.Tamarihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15280799908350926244noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7876560394168685668.post-17834927152998441992011-04-12T23:40:00.000-07:002012-01-31T18:08:58.236-08:00The Lights Will Inspire You!Chase and I were orignally going to Vegas on a Sunday night to meet up with The Durling's but unfortunetly we didn't get on 2 different flights because they were soo full! Chase and I were on his laptop looking at different options and where else we should go for the night. My girlfriend Jessica and her hubby were driving through Colorado and we thought about meeting them there. By the time we looked up those flights we quickly realized that all the flights out to Colorado had already left for the night. Along with so many other places! We didn't know what to do. We thought for a second we could just go home?! Until Chase had a brilliant idea! He looks at the screen that shows outbound flights to see what flights are going out for the rest of the night since it was already 9pm. He had the look of a little kid in a candy store when he turns to me as I am sitting at the gate.... "Babe want to go to NEW YORK?!?" I loved it! We weighed out all our options...the weather, where to sleep, how much it would cost, etc. Our agenda? Take the red eye to NYC and sleep on the plane. Spend the day in NYC doing anything and everything we could, with a weather forcast of 77 degrees, and fly home that night! That is exactly what we did! We flew to NYC. Hopped on the train down to the city.... <br />
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Went to Times Square,<br />
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I had been morning sick the entire morning but as the day went on it got much better! At Alice's Tea Cup I got a cup of herbal ginger tea and it worked miracles. Prior to that I got SO sick on the train I hopped off at random stop and threw up right then and there. I gave Chase little to no notice to get off the train but he seemed so prepared fo the moment. Not embarrased at all. Rubbing my back. Telling me everything would be ok. When I am sick I get very embarrased throwing up. Even in front of Chase. It is just something others should not have to see! Well, this was during traffic hour and a lady can obviously see what is happening. She starts talking extremely loud and telling everyone. "OH! SHE SICK!" repeatedly. Chase tells her as quiet as possible that I was pregnant(we were at least 6 feet away). Im sure she thought I had a hangover or something. Again she keeps saying it super loud until she hears Chase say again, "no she is just pregnant!" Like I mentioned, in the moment, I was embarrased, I know what had to have been going through AT LEAST 50% of those peoples heads. But now we can't stop laughing about that experience. Chase and I were grateful to take a fun little trip before the baby comes and we felt like we were on our Honeymoon all over again...(I did at least;))! We just loved every second of it! I will be forever grateful for Chase's brilliant idea to fly to New York. It is yet another memory that makes my heart smile:)</div>Tamarihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15280799908350926244noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7876560394168685668.post-49462204688387837392011-03-28T23:18:00.000-07:002012-01-31T16:23:10.573-08:00The First TrimesterI thought it would be the best of times. But all because of Caeser Salad, Chinese food, with a little bit of flying it has sometimes not been exactly what I thought;) I wasn't sick for the first 8 weeks was absolutely wonderful and then BOOM! I ate Caeser salad and hugged the toilet for 24hours straight. I later read that Caeser Salad dressing is a no no because of the raw egg. If I only knew! It was the first thing that really made me sick. From that point on, one thing after another...PF Changs, Chipotle, Sam Pan, BLT's, bean burrito's, apple juice....etc! Baby strongly dislikes. One night I met the Sister Missionaries I served with and we went to dinner at FIVE GUYS. Within minutes of driving away I got sick! What I crave? Potatoes! Poor Chase, potato patties, mashed potatoes, potatoes fried in olive oil with a side of ketchup, and the list goes on!!! One day I had all 3 of those things for breakfast, lunch, and dinner! and so did Chase! He teases me about it but what he doesn't tell people is that he was so grateful for the food. That's one reason I love him so much. He is always grateful for everything I cook. My first flight being pregnant was to Minnesota to tell our parent's the exciting news and Chase was going to be having surgery. I didn't get sick on the way there because I was flying with Chase but I did on my way home. I had to fly back early because I was starting my job with Delta. Chase was going to be having surgery. On the way there, the flight offered fresh baked chocolate chip cookies and I gave mine to Chase. I am trying to do everything to eat healthy. For a snack Chase always asks me what I wanted and thought what was best for baby. See why he is going to be such a good dad? He is so caring and the baby isn't even born yet. If it is healthy he will ask me if I want it since I pass off the junk to him. Although, as time went on in the pregnancy I have just ate whatever sounds good. Including unhealthy junk. The morning sickness lasted approximately 8 weeks and now that I am almost 20 weeks I definitely don't feel sick or crave much of anything. Potatoes were definitely a faze!:) I just feel blessed to not be sick 24/7 like some women. Either way, the little morning sickness is a small moment in time and the outcome is what makes all of this worth it!:)Tamarihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15280799908350926244noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7876560394168685668.post-58988016814613909522011-03-24T22:27:00.000-07:002012-01-31T18:20:04.583-08:0011 weeks and counting<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">March 7th, 2011</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div> From opening my mission call to getting released as a missionary my life will never be the same. It was 3 years ago today. Of course it is common to hear that a mission changes lives. Not only is that true but to be more specific it was the people we taught that changed my life. Along with my companions. And my mission Presidents. On December 17th, 2010 when I got off the plane and was greeted by my brother at the gate, I was happy. But I was sad. SO many mixed emotions. We went to my house and my mom pulled up shortly after us..she had just got off of work. I was so happy and excited to see her, to tell her everything a letter can't.. joyful to be more specific, but then sad!;) Do I sound bipolar!? Haha. I will never experience the emotions that a mission entails. (Or so I thought;)) But truly it is just so wonderful. When mom took me that night to get set apart by President Naatjes I remember him asking me a few questions...<br />
"What did you love most about your mission"<br />
My response: <i>As my lip quivers.</i> The people. My heart is full of love I never knew was possible for knowing in such a little amount of time. Oh how I had missed them already and I wasn't even home for a total of 5 hours.<br />
"What was the hardest part"<br />
My response: <i>As my lip quivers.</i> My companions. I went on my mission thinking I get along with EVERYONE and there is no one I don't get along with! But I learned when you are with someone 24hours and attached at the hip...it can be easy in some instances to not get along!! lol! Mom also said "well and you mentioned on the way here being tired" Again, <i>as my lip quivers...</i>I reply explaining how I was purely exhausted, mentally, emotionally, physically. But somehow I was given the strength to go on and exhaustion would go away morning after morning at 6:30am!:) Heavenly Father truly made sure the work would go forth. What I like say (sing) to that is, "Yes I Know Heavenly Father Loves Me!"<br />
One of the last questions,<br />
"Was there 1 person in particular you feel you were suppose to meet?"<br />
My response:<i> As my lip quivers! </i>Guillaume, Maritza, Chantel...and the list goes on!!! But I proceeded to tell him about Guillaume to stick with one:) To make a long story short. Guillaume is from Haiti. Speaks Creole. and my companion was his 3rd cousin once removed. Meeting, teaching, and witnessing Guillaume get baptized was meant to be in the short 6 weeks Sister Dantes and I were together. :)<br />
After a short review to President Naatjes, I was told I can take off my black name tag. I slowly but surely removed my tag.... <i>As my lip quivers. </i> I was no longer a missionary for the thing I love the most. <br />
I know I keep talking about my lip quivering but it couldn't be more real. Every memory and everything we talked about made me cry tears of joy <i>and my lip quiver!:)</i> and laugh. and smile. Oh how I cherish every memory and thought about my mission. It was such a blessing in my life and still is. My life will never be the same...:)Tamarihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15280799908350926244noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7876560394168685668.post-51133204209056015052011-03-07T23:23:00.000-08:002012-01-31T18:22:14.198-08:00And Two Are Becoming Three;)I can't get our 11 week ultrasound picture to download but I will try again soon!Tamarihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15280799908350926244noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7876560394168685668.post-4585832726900803172010-12-30T11:46:00.000-08:002010-12-30T11:46:29.527-08:00DEAR SANTA!Well my interview has come and gone and I am one happy girl! To ease my nervousness before I even knew it was coming, Chase and I drove to the place my interview was on the way home from the Jazz game the night before. He is so wonderful and it was such a great idea:) That morning I left 15 minutes early and felt so good about it. I had faith everything would be the way it is suppose to. Well I got there a few minutes early along with 20 other people .....I have never been to an interview where 20 people were there waiting to be interviewed for the same position. That is when I got nervous. Other employees were talking to us, giving us advice, and we were all talking to each other:) Soon after, a lady who does the hiring told a lady who was sitting next to me that the 20 people that were interviewed yesterday and no one was hired. Then I got even more nervous!! I texted Chase (professional I know:)) and he just reassured me he knew I would get the job. It was reassuring for him to say that because I was having doubt here and there. They call my name, I go back, get interviewed, and after 20 minutes of questioning, she offered me the job!!!! She welcomed me to the airlines and proceeded to tell me I had to take a drug test, again, I got nervous!.... for NO reason!! I go pee in the cup and my heart is pounding like I smoke pot daily or something....lol. Of course, results are a-ok and after my background check results come back I was told Delta would be calling me. I drove to Chase's office, told him the news, he got tears in his eyes and was so proud of me. Mainly because thousands of people applied for the position and 140 got phone calls for interviews and like 40 get hired. In my group of being interviewed, 6 of us made it. I just feel so grateful and could not be any happier!:) Dear Santa, thank you for giving me what I really wanted this a year, a job with Delta Airlines! Minnesota, Idaho, Hawaii, Poland and New York we will see you as soon as we can!!Tamarihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15280799908350926244noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7876560394168685668.post-42617943074111299222010-12-03T23:26:00.000-08:002010-12-03T23:28:08.233-08:00Delta, Jet Blue, Sky West...Delta, Jet Blue, Sky West...The list goes on and on! I really would love a job at the airlines and quite frankly I think it would be neat:) I love Sunglass Hut but really?! I could do both:) Well to share with you the journey of applying for the airlines, it goes a little like this...1.) Check the website to see what they are hiring for 2.) Check to see if it is in SLC 3.) decide if I would like to go as far as being a "ramp worker" and standing out in the cold;) 4.) Decide that is not for me and I would rather love to do something like reservations...5.) Wait for a "reservations" opportunity in SLC to appear (which is rare.) Well, to my surprise...this has happened twice with Delta, once with Sky West, and once with Jet Blue! I had applied everytime and wasn't having very much luck until an "unavailable ID" popped up on my phone while I was at Sunglass Hut yesterday. I never answer those so I just let it ring and ring thinking "they will leave a message":) Well, Chase call me 1 minute after my phone had stopped ringing and he said, "Sweetheart, did you just get a phone call and not pick up?" Me: "yes" Him: "It was Delta!!!" and then a Voicemail message pops up! I quickly hung up the phone and checked the message! Sure enough it was Delta calling in regards to my application!:) I promptly called them back and had an interview over the phone. They lady whom I was speaking with imformed me I "passed" that interview and Delta will be contacting me with more information. Today they called again and I have an interview coming up for working with Delta airlines in reservations!!!! YAY!! I am so blessed and so grateful they called. Happy me:)Tamarihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15280799908350926244noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7876560394168685668.post-5552163381834944452010-12-03T23:09:00.000-08:002010-12-03T23:09:11.396-08:00A Quarter Of a CenturyNovember 30th 2010, I turned 25! As my sister worded it on facebook "you are a quarter of a century old!" AHHH!! I feel so old! I remember on the mission turning 24 and thinking that was old! Oh boy. Well, either way I love it and had so much fun with my husband. He was so good to me:) For my birthday we went to the Salt Lake City Temple and did sealings, walked around Temple Square and saw the pretty Christmas lights, and many different stenciled words lit up in one of those little white paper bags with languages from all over the World. Such as, Noel, Merry Christmas, Love, etc! and the nativy seen they have:) It was so beautiful and I loved every second! Afterward, we went to dinner at Buca's and shared the perfect meal for a cold winter night. It was the perfect birthday! and Chase got me flowers, with a sweet card, and a gift card to a spa.....:) Impressive right?!? I was very impressed! I love my husband!Tamarihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15280799908350926244noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7876560394168685668.post-53549676393765236612010-12-03T22:57:00.000-08:002010-12-03T22:57:09.087-08:00Snuggles and KubusMy mother in law came to visit and she brought their dog Snuggles. Kubus is very intimidated by other dogs but not Snuggles. We figured out quickly why...Snuggles is a tiny Wiener dog and Kubus is big black lab. He totally loved the fact he could <br />
"dominate" when they would play! Chase and I were shocked but we got a big kick out of it. Kubus and Snuggles would play all day and night. When Chase would hold Snuggles, Kubus would cry like a baby. Or bark! Snuggles may be small but she had SO much attitude toward Kubus that at times he would get scared of her. We have video and pictures on Chase's phone that I will update later! It was so entertaining to us!:)Tamarihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15280799908350926244noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7876560394168685668.post-44414082469529730352010-12-03T22:49:00.000-08:002010-12-03T22:49:07.851-08:00My New Found L.O.V.E<div style="text-align: center;">Growing up I think I always found fun in vacuuming..i'm not sure why! Well, I don't know that I love vacuuming like I did when I was young but something about our vacuum I have come to fall in love with! When we first got married the vacuum kinda bothered me, haha! I actualy strongly disliked it. Why you might ask? It is heavy, doesn't pick up a thing...and when it did pick something up-the filler upper thing filled up in 2 minutes! This would be the vacuum I am speaking of:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvgUmy4RF2SPUt3qNWz1NWgDsjw5HWVIE_FhxDPrzuf9pyysJRuoolwrGFC_DfOPs2oVUhitjGJpuKfmG2KRbJL2mvteppJjCeVhLK_f_yrByddBUazi7PmsGTP5sZKfAtHdBD9suTEQjW/s1600/images.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvgUmy4RF2SPUt3qNWz1NWgDsjw5HWVIE_FhxDPrzuf9pyysJRuoolwrGFC_DfOPs2oVUhitjGJpuKfmG2KRbJL2mvteppJjCeVhLK_f_yrByddBUazi7PmsGTP5sZKfAtHdBD9suTEQjW/s1600/images.jpg" /></a></div>I felt like a gave this vacuum enough chances and it just wasn't making the cut for me. To my surprise after one day of vacuuming and being totally bugged that it wasn't picking up anything, I lifted it up while it was turned on and a lot of stuff shot into the "picker upper" hehe. I was intrigued because so many times prior to thatI tried to see if it was clogged and had to use my hands but little did I know, the problem was much deeper and it was an easy fix!! Now when I vacuum I love that 1.) it is heavy because I get a workout, 2.) it fills up fast because I know it is working and our house is getting CLEAN and last but not least 3.) the house looks so much better! Hoover Z 400...I love you:)<br />
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</tbody></table><div style="text-align: center;">ever since i was a little girl....<br />
we have always had a dog</div><div style="text-align: right;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKRB_C1ptmsQWDl9cTfm-CmvB0boyJUpSGWalPN2jB6IbjbEbzMpz1z24QfxzSZBhyphenhyphenj8uSwq2Bu4ijwu82Ho8-ie_3I8yISRSNFP2alGRtZf99V_zKO_egAHpl8r-9Hl8niE49k_mgkTvd/s1600/kubus,+honeymoons+018.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">i love dogs and so does chase<br />
we talked about getting a dog when we got married</div><div style="text-align: center;"> but a couple months before we got married chase found a lot of little puppies on ksl<br />
it just so happens we found one before we got married and </div><div style="text-align: center;">this is the one we picked..</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKRB_C1ptmsQWDl9cTfm-CmvB0boyJUpSGWalPN2jB6IbjbEbzMpz1z24QfxzSZBhyphenhyphenj8uSwq2Bu4ijwu82Ho8-ie_3I8yISRSNFP2alGRtZf99V_zKO_egAHpl8r-9Hl8niE49k_mgkTvd/s1600/kubus,+honeymoons+018.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKRB_C1ptmsQWDl9cTfm-CmvB0boyJUpSGWalPN2jB6IbjbEbzMpz1z24QfxzSZBhyphenhyphenj8uSwq2Bu4ijwu82Ho8-ie_3I8yISRSNFP2alGRtZf99V_zKO_egAHpl8r-9Hl8niE49k_mgkTvd/s200/kubus,+honeymoons+018.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">KUBUS!! pronounced: koo-boosh</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;">i adore him and he adores...<br />
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HIS DADDY!...<br />
i tell chase it is because kubus has been with him from the beginning;)<br />
either way i know daddy would still be kubus' favorite...<br />
why? because chase wrestles him and plays with him daily<br />
..as for me? i just take him on walks:)</div>Tamarihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15280799908350926244noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7876560394168685668.post-31400487704155904392010-09-14T15:22:00.000-07:002010-09-16T15:46:51.406-07:00joblessas you may have noticed in my "daily duties" i have been completely jobless! i have gotten a couple babysitting jobs here and there but i am used to much more than that! ever since i was 15 i have had the best jobs on earth and loved every single second! from galaxie gifts and tanning to sunglass hut to babysitting the most precious kids on earth, etc. along with that, my managers have been the best of the best and i have been one blessed girl! it has been a little discouraging knowing that i haven't been working but the other day chase and i were eating dinner and he reminded me to trust in the lord. when he said that i felt ok about not having a job for that single second. but then reality hits me soon later. i am jobless! our nightly prayers have been so repetitive, "please help tamari find a job" is in every. single. prayer. lol. but guess what?!? i got a job...sunglass hut here i come for the 5th row in a year! WOOT! WOOT!Tamarihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15280799908350926244noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7876560394168685668.post-21374387101732843932010-09-14T15:12:00.000-07:002010-09-14T15:22:03.123-07:00daily dutiesmy days are soo boring...each day i...<br />wake up when chase gets ready for work<br />walk kubus<br />feed kubus<br />call my mom<br />wipe the counters<br />clean the bathrooms<br />do laundry<br />look for a job<br />add something to my resume<br />follow up on a job<br />go to an interview( i have been to one)<br />watch oprah<br />walk kubus<br />do the dishes<br />make dinner.....<br />i strongly dislike not having a job but somehow being home all by myself is still a job!;)Tamarihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15280799908350926244noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7876560394168685668.post-54685224406647785042010-09-14T14:52:00.000-07:002010-09-14T17:38:33.631-07:00what scares me the most...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9nEiQBmHRR6NQco0JzlsHaqzTuxsXCHcpU050r6Zni00_RVV_6vwoMG2I-tGJjAFwcRKKKqqpfLLSxpSjBZqwMiPeCu-s1PTiHU_nFo2hdJiDfdKpdLgRmzFaw6ATirBSTh_45iQNsWMq/s1600/spider.aspx" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9nEiQBmHRR6NQco0JzlsHaqzTuxsXCHcpU050r6Zni00_RVV_6vwoMG2I-tGJjAFwcRKKKqqpfLLSxpSjBZqwMiPeCu-s1PTiHU_nFo2hdJiDfdKpdLgRmzFaw6ATirBSTh_45iQNsWMq/s1600/spider.aspx" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYWDaeKL3K21zOn8RL38ltg893blEHqyjjJsu0knCA6qLFo3ALgD_IgVWU2pAdjwQmaXCGFtgPRor79Nowiz212Lui8mrCWr1rZf94eZFajp0jDO3eCCvGNZCxVQ_2paA3C97euRr3cpuG/s1600/heights.aspx" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYWDaeKL3K21zOn8RL38ltg893blEHqyjjJsu0knCA6qLFo3ALgD_IgVWU2pAdjwQmaXCGFtgPRor79Nowiz212Lui8mrCWr1rZf94eZFajp0jDO3eCCvGNZCxVQ_2paA3C97euRr3cpuG/s1600/heights.aspx" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZ9WgZ2XHCNCr56WL6HHzRnbMaOEM4TqUIFE_pR3lND6TCNXAFIfiXDkgu4NejGbHv5YNUDfuuvzw6MoRCywqzbwAvzGjOUAFW0oTal55B9UP9O1zmUU3RblSbVp5PM6WVewM4mM-bsmc4/s1600/thunder.aspx" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZ9WgZ2XHCNCr56WL6HHzRnbMaOEM4TqUIFE_pR3lND6TCNXAFIfiXDkgu4NejGbHv5YNUDfuuvzw6MoRCywqzbwAvzGjOUAFW0oTal55B9UP9O1zmUU3RblSbVp5PM6WVewM4mM-bsmc4/s320/thunder.aspx" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">there are very few things in life that really scare me. to list a few: i am scared of spiders, heights, and last but not least thunderstorms. when i was a little girl i used to run into my moms room and sleep with her during the thunderous storms and of course my mom made me feel safe. chase never knew this but it was our first week as a married couple and one random night before bed i told him how scared i was of thunderstorms. little did i know we would have one that night. i wake up at 3am to a BOOM BOOM BOOM and lighting! the best part? i wasn't scared at all. i had my husband right next to me. i love the married life!</div>Tamarihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15280799908350926244noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7876560394168685668.post-67569274949857772052010-09-14T14:33:00.000-07:002010-09-14T19:34:42.654-07:007.30.10the day we got married was the best day ever. talk about happiness. the only thing that mattered to me that day was that i was sealed to the man of my dreams! honestly, i remember so little except the special sealing. thats a lie, i remember everything but as i mentioned before the only thing i really cared about was marrying chase. lets just say i never dropped the bible or book of mormon on my mission. haha, i did like a hundred times. i am a living witness that even the sister missionaries who drop the scriptures still can marry a handsome, gorgeous, adorable man!Tamarihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15280799908350926244noreply@blogger.com