<?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-32925138</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:25:57.431-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tamera Renee</title><subtitle type='html'>Family, Friends, Fun, Love and Lovely Things</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tami-tamerarenee.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32925138/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tami-tamerarenee.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04954481176814505935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8132/3589/320/disney.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>24</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32925138.post-116344058032650719</id><published>2006-11-13T09:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T09:58:08.473-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It is tough sometimes to give time to everything. I am out flying my business idea to lots of people and they just love it. I am going to the community centers this week and to assisted livings. I am so excited about this. Kids are well. Austin one both of his soccer games this weekend. Rachel spent the night with her grandparents on Fri. and had a great time. She even watched the "Wizard of OZ" </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tami-tamerarenee.blogspot.com/feeds/116344058032650719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32925138&amp;postID=116344058032650719&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32925138/posts/default/116344058032650719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32925138/posts/default/116344058032650719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tami-tamerarenee.blogspot.com/2006/11/it-is-tough-sometimes-to-give-time-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04954481176814505935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8132/3589/320/disney.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32925138.post-116248283566800215</id><published>2006-11-02T07:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T08:05:23.126-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>http://www.flickr.com/photos/46483698@N00/99252265/
Today is November 2nd and what's on my mind. Well Mom's Birthday. Sent a card and gift, check. The last craft show was a bust. Signed up for another, check. Son has been watching vidieos on a web site called metacafe.com which also has lots of vidieos with nude girls in them. Pulled the plugs on the computor, punished and prayed all night long </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tami-tamerarenee.blogspot.com/feeds/116248283566800215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32925138&amp;postID=116248283566800215&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32925138/posts/default/116248283566800215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32925138/posts/default/116248283566800215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tami-tamerarenee.blogspot.com/2006/11/httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04954481176814505935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8132/3589/320/disney.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32925138.post-116187927218812467</id><published>2006-10-26T09:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T09:31:05.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> It has been a long time since I have put anything down in here. Well here is why. I am going to sell my beading work for the first time this Sat. at a holiday bizarre. Here is the link; momsatworkus.com Check it out. I have a lot of jewelry that I have made over the summer and I just want to see what would sell. Also, I am teaching an after school club for Rachel's school with 2o little girls. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tami-tamerarenee.blogspot.com/feeds/116187927218812467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32925138&amp;postID=116187927218812467&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32925138/posts/default/116187927218812467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32925138/posts/default/116187927218812467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tami-tamerarenee.blogspot.com/2006/10/it-has-been-long-time-since-i-have-put.html' title=''/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04954481176814505935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8132/3589/320/disney.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32925138.post-116112705867892287</id><published>2006-10-17T16:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T16:17:38.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>How long does it take to do a major grocery shopping trip, round trip, put it all away and put away the bags.  Well today I timed it $207 and 2 hours later I was finished.  I really would rather be doing anything but going to the grocery store.  Like beading I have so many new beads and so many new earings and bracelets and necklaces that I am going bead stir crazy.  I am thinking about attending</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tami-tamerarenee.blogspot.com/feeds/116112705867892287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32925138&amp;postID=116112705867892287&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32925138/posts/default/116112705867892287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32925138/posts/default/116112705867892287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tami-tamerarenee.blogspot.com/2006/10/how-long-does-it-take-to-do-major.html' title=''/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04954481176814505935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8132/3589/320/disney.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32925138.post-116058335096395545</id><published>2006-10-11T09:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T09:16:00.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's Wed. morning after Tues. Bunko. I always have a headache on this day. I am always running behind on this day. I am always tired on this day. Uhm, I wonder why.

If you have never played Bunko you have try it. On the first Tues. of the month the 12 ladies from the neighborhood get together to roll dice, drink wine, eat lots of yummy food. Last night feature was the best Carrot Cake you ever </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tami-tamerarenee.blogspot.com/feeds/116058335096395545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32925138&amp;postID=116058335096395545&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32925138/posts/default/116058335096395545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32925138/posts/default/116058335096395545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tami-tamerarenee.blogspot.com/2006/10/its-wed.html' title=''/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04954481176814505935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8132/3589/320/disney.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32925138.post-116041148230800073</id><published>2006-10-09T09:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T09:31:22.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Some days are just like this a blurr and sideways!  It is Mon. and that is what it feels like.  I was able to get Austin to watch an Oprah show on catching Sexual Preditors and he understood completely that it is not OK to instant message with adults.  Thank you God for helping me find a way.

 I started a new prayer group at our church called FED "Families Empowering Disciplship"  We empower </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tami-tamerarenee.blogspot.com/feeds/116041148230800073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32925138&amp;postID=116041148230800073&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32925138/posts/default/116041148230800073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32925138/posts/default/116041148230800073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tami-tamerarenee.blogspot.com/2006/10/some-days-are-just-like-this-blurr-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04954481176814505935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8132/3589/320/disney.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32925138.post-115977301412493865</id><published>2006-10-01T23:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T00:10:14.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It is 11:40 at night and I am tired. Tired of dealing with the internet. The internet is an awesome invention for us. When I was in 8th grade there just wasn't anything like it. As I have stated before I am trying to embrace technology.

Tonight my son informed me that he has been instant messaging with a man in his 40's. He annouced this just before we were about to go to the "Youth Mass" </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tami-tamerarenee.blogspot.com/feeds/115977301412493865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32925138&amp;postID=115977301412493865&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32925138/posts/default/115977301412493865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32925138/posts/default/115977301412493865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tami-tamerarenee.blogspot.com/2006/10/it-is-1140-at-night-and-i-am-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04954481176814505935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8132/3589/320/disney.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32925138.post-115938950080518963</id><published>2006-09-27T12:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T13:38:23.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>


ALOHA! This has been my view for the last 6 days. I accompanied my husband on a business trip in Hawaii. While he worked I went to Starbucks and had my coffee at the beach, went shopping and took long walks on the Beach! One afternoon I found my self at the Hilton in Waikiki outside on the Patti eating a sorry excuse for a chicken Cesar but OOOOOOOOOH was that Mai Tai good. When Paul was done </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tami-tamerarenee.blogspot.com/feeds/115938950080518963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32925138&amp;postID=115938950080518963&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32925138/posts/default/115938950080518963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32925138/posts/default/115938950080518963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tami-tamerarenee.blogspot.com/2006/09/aloha-this-has-been-my-view-for-last-6.html' title=''/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04954481176814505935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8132/3589/320/disney.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32925138.post-115855244953445022</id><published>2006-09-17T20:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T21:48:47.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>

A friend is having a B-day. There is something about having a Birthday that can make you feel really special. Here is our friend Cade surrounded by his two beautiful daughters, Kenadee and Lindsay, on the day before his B-day. Hey! Why didn't his wife Dee Dee get in there. Sorry, Dee Dee, I didn't take the pic. The 20th is his real B-day but he has to travel on business so we had them over to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tami-tamerarenee.blogspot.com/feeds/115855244953445022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32925138&amp;postID=115855244953445022&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32925138/posts/default/115855244953445022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32925138/posts/default/115855244953445022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tami-tamerarenee.blogspot.com/2006/09/friend-is-having-b-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04954481176814505935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8132/3589/320/disney.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32925138.post-115825135619628175</id><published>2006-09-14T08:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T09:29:16.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've decided to embrace to embrace technology. It's hear, it is not going away and my kids are better at it than I am. Given the fact that I am only 44 and should have a good 40 left well, it is time to wake up and smell the roses on technology.

For years I have had the lap top. This is so I can hide my computer so my kids don't download so much stuff that I can't use it at all. Now that's </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tami-tamerarenee.blogspot.com/feeds/115825135619628175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32925138&amp;postID=115825135619628175&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32925138/posts/default/115825135619628175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32925138/posts/default/115825135619628175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tami-tamerarenee.blogspot.com/2006/09/ive-decided-to-embrace-to-embrace.html' title=''/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04954481176814505935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8132/3589/320/disney.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32925138.post-115803491895850476</id><published>2006-09-11T20:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T08:01:53.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>
9/11! Almost everyone I know remembers where they were on the day when the twin towers went down by terrorist attacks. Who would have thought. Now we know better, so much better, it can happen to us. Austin was so little. In 2nd grade. Mama he said "can they get kids while they are walking to school?"

Most of the time I don't watch all the trauma that goes on around us. If I did surely I would </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tami-tamerarenee.blogspot.com/feeds/115803491895850476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32925138&amp;postID=115803491895850476&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32925138/posts/default/115803491895850476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32925138/posts/default/115803491895850476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tami-tamerarenee.blogspot.com/2006/09/911-almost-everyone-i-know-remembers.html' title=''/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04954481176814505935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8132/3589/320/disney.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32925138.post-115777283468028316</id><published>2006-09-08T20:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T20:33:54.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today I was sent the most beautiful story about a women in her 80's. She was at the end of her life and a cab driver went back in time for her to go down memory lane. He spent his whole shift driving her around to places where she lived and or shared memorable experiences. At the end of his shift he took her to a nursing home that she was checking into. When she asked how much he said "nothing". </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tami-tamerarenee.blogspot.com/feeds/115777283468028316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32925138&amp;postID=115777283468028316&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32925138/posts/default/115777283468028316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32925138/posts/default/115777283468028316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tami-tamerarenee.blogspot.com/2006/09/today-i-was-sent-most-beautiful-story.html' title=''/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04954481176814505935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8132/3589/320/disney.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32925138.post-115748584137356475</id><published>2006-09-05T09:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T12:50:44.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yesterday I had a little tantrum. It seemed that all the emotions, both bad and good, of the summer came crashing down on me. I just meandered around the house taking deep breaths and feeling distraught. Distraught that my kids are going back to school and life makes a big change for a mother. I don't know why it upsets me so. It just does. I just complained about everything and I managed to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tami-tamerarenee.blogspot.com/feeds/115748584137356475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32925138&amp;postID=115748584137356475&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32925138/posts/default/115748584137356475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32925138/posts/default/115748584137356475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tami-tamerarenee.blogspot.com/2006/09/yesterday-i-had-little-tantrum.html' title=''/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04954481176814505935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8132/3589/320/disney.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32925138.post-115739499927841479</id><published>2006-09-04T11:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T11:39:47.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>





The
annual Black Butte trip took place this past week and what fun it was. We all took turns cooking, I did a family summer tradition of ribs!



 Check out this view behind Rachel. That is what is known as Black Butte and we hiked up to the very top of it. It took about 2 hours and every one made it even Grandma and Grandpa. Yahoo! Although we were all sore in the gluttes the next day. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tami-tamerarenee.blogspot.com/feeds/115739499927841479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32925138&amp;postID=115739499927841479&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32925138/posts/default/115739499927841479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32925138/posts/default/115739499927841479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tami-tamerarenee.blogspot.com/2006/09/annual-black-butte-trip-took-place.html' title=''/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04954481176814505935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8132/3589/320/disney.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32925138.post-115669485077623813</id><published>2006-08-27T08:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T09:07:30.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh my gosh my birthday came and went and inspite of all the craziness around here I had a great time. Rachel is still sick, Austin had two soccer games in the most competitive tournament in Oregon. They won and today is the finals! Paul was out of town and came home at 12:30 last night. I had friends and family call, received two bouquets of flowers, got lots of little fun little gifts and cards </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tami-tamerarenee.blogspot.com/feeds/115669485077623813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32925138&amp;postID=115669485077623813&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32925138/posts/default/115669485077623813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32925138/posts/default/115669485077623813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tami-tamerarenee.blogspot.com/2006/08/oh-my-gosh-my-birthday-came-and-went.html' title=''/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04954481176814505935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8132/3589/320/disney.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32925138.post-115654366945126304</id><published>2006-08-25T15:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T15:07:49.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh no! Rachel is sick. Started in middle of the night and is going on all day. The works and she doesn't want me to leave her side. This is not a good time. She missed her dancing. And I am not doing very well understanding her miserableness. She wants me to just sit by her every moment and I can't sit. I have never been able to sit. I hate to sit. I don't want to sit. Do you think that maybe </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tami-tamerarenee.blogspot.com/feeds/115654366945126304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32925138&amp;postID=115654366945126304&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32925138/posts/default/115654366945126304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32925138/posts/default/115654366945126304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tami-tamerarenee.blogspot.com/2006/08/oh-no-rachel-is-sick.html' title=''/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04954481176814505935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8132/3589/320/disney.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32925138.post-115648967442481850</id><published>2006-08-24T23:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T00:07:54.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am a swirling. Hubby is out of town and I am on my own with, tennis matches, (Austin got 2nd place in his 3rd or 4th tennis tournament of his life) , dance camp (Rachel needed 4 costumes for a performance tomorrow on the last day), the main soccer tournament for our team, (beginning today, we won 2-0) next game tomorrow, new school dedication, and the calls for starting up Sept. "can you run </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tami-tamerarenee.blogspot.com/feeds/115648967442481850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32925138&amp;postID=115648967442481850&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32925138/posts/default/115648967442481850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32925138/posts/default/115648967442481850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tami-tamerarenee.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-am-swirling.html' title=''/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04954481176814505935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8132/3589/320/disney.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32925138.post-115640429494847047</id><published>2006-08-24T00:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T00:27:10.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>
A Flower. There is something about a flower that is perfect. It doesn't care if it is planted next to other flowers. It will even share a vase cohabitating without any issues. It just seems to exuberate unconditional love. Given the nature of the unconditional love that a flower comes into this world to share, you know that anyone that sends you flowers loves you! Today my hubby sent me these!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tami-tamerarenee.blogspot.com/feeds/115640429494847047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32925138&amp;postID=115640429494847047&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32925138/posts/default/115640429494847047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32925138/posts/default/115640429494847047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tami-tamerarenee.blogspot.com/2006/08/flower.html' title=''/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04954481176814505935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8132/3589/320/disney.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32925138.post-115631184104496194</id><published>2006-08-22T22:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T22:44:01.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> There is nothing more precious than a sleeping baby!
</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tami-tamerarenee.blogspot.com/feeds/115631184104496194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32925138&amp;postID=115631184104496194&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32925138/posts/default/115631184104496194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32925138/posts/default/115631184104496194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tami-tamerarenee.blogspot.com/2006/08/there-is-nothing-more-precious-than.html' title=''/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04954481176814505935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8132/3589/320/disney.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32925138.post-115621155080594592</id><published>2006-08-21T18:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T01:34:51.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Some days being a Mom is the hardest job in the world. Take today, I went from 7:30 in the morning until 11:30 doing only kids stuff. It consisted of a breakfast bar, a lunch deli, 4 taxi rides, another lunch deli and a whole lot of housekeeping. Then another taxi ride, a great tennis match, two more taxi rides and ....... Then my lovely hubby called from another state and asked what about this </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tami-tamerarenee.blogspot.com/feeds/115621155080594592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32925138&amp;postID=115621155080594592&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32925138/posts/default/115621155080594592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32925138/posts/default/115621155080594592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tami-tamerarenee.blogspot.com/2006/08/some-days-being-mom-is-hardest-job-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04954481176814505935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8132/3589/320/disney.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32925138.post-115611141752790653</id><published>2006-08-20T14:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T15:05:52.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>

This was my Birthday dinner with the kids.  We took them to the Melting Pot!  It was really fun and Rachel only got burnt once.  Austin loved everything, the food was spectacular and everyone OOOOOOOOOOOd and Ahhhhhhhhhhhhd over how cute Rachel was.  Enjoy!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tami-tamerarenee.blogspot.com/feeds/115611141752790653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32925138&amp;postID=115611141752790653&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32925138/posts/default/115611141752790653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32925138/posts/default/115611141752790653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tami-tamerarenee.blogspot.com/2006/08/this-was-my-birthday-dinner-with-kids.html' title=''/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04954481176814505935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8132/3589/320/disney.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32925138.post-115603337406933400</id><published>2006-08-19T17:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T10:30:17.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yesterday morning I watched a movie that I had TiVod a week ago, "Breakfast at Tiffany's" It was a story about this beautiful young women that must have been terribly hurt as a child and decided to go out on her own at 14. Along the way she met several people that wanted to love her but she just couldn't love back. She could give a lot but never love. Mostly she just ended up hurting those that </summary><link rel='related' href='http://www-personal.umich.edu/~bcash/movie.html' title=''/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tami-tamerarenee.blogspot.com/feeds/115603337406933400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32925138&amp;postID=115603337406933400&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32925138/posts/default/115603337406933400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32925138/posts/default/115603337406933400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tami-tamerarenee.blogspot.com/2006/08/yesterday-morning-i-watched-movie-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04954481176814505935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8132/3589/320/disney.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32925138.post-115595492049917782</id><published>2006-08-18T18:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T19:35:20.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>
Just a little update on Austin. Austin turned 13 in May and everything started swirling for me. I am not sure how it happened but it hit me like a rock. First we fought over the room and how dirty it was and how I thought he should clean it at his age. Many of you that have had teenagers are probably snickering right now but it wasn't that funny at the time.  Next it was friends that I didn't </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tami-tamerarenee.blogspot.com/feeds/115595492049917782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32925138&amp;postID=115595492049917782&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32925138/posts/default/115595492049917782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32925138/posts/default/115595492049917782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tami-tamerarenee.blogspot.com/2006/08/just-little-update-on-austin.html' title=''/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04954481176814505935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8132/3589/320/disney.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32925138.post-115587053839454673</id><published>2006-08-17T19:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T15:10:54.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>


So I messed up my first blog so badly I had to delete and start over. This happens I guess when you are learning. I had these fun pictures on there of my family. Paul is my wonderful hubby, Austin is 13 and Rachel is 7. Then you have Larry our dog. It is in my family that I find my greatest joy.

On my first publish I had a bible vs from 1 chorinth. 13 4-8 about love and what is is and is not.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tami-tamerarenee.blogspot.com/feeds/115587053839454673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32925138&amp;postID=115587053839454673&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32925138/posts/default/115587053839454673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32925138/posts/default/115587053839454673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tami-tamerarenee.blogspot.com/2006/08/so-i-messed-up-my-first-blog-so-badly.html' title=''/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04954481176814505935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8132/3589/320/disney.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
