tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-90358297967201801262024-03-13T23:23:51.466-07:00UN "SHAKE" ABLEWe were married May 15th 2009. Perfect day. We have two boys Sam and Armani. Sam is a beautiful boxer, and Armani is a energetic malti-pom. We love cycling, and anything outdoors. This is a journal. A place where we can write out all of our life happenings, and eventually make it a book. To meet the whole family, start at The Beginning tab below. Welcome to our LOVE story.Tere Shakehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11929930221182230819noreply@blogger.comBlogger213125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9035829796720180126.post-70206431673823700422013-01-03T11:53:00.002-08:002013-01-03T11:53:25.472-08:0085 Days.Oh. Hello.<br />
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Its been <strike>awhile</strike> 85 days since I have had anything to say. I wish that everyone would stop posting when I do so that when I start again, I don't have to play the catch up game. Don't you bloggers out there know that the world basically <strike>does not</strike> revolve around me?<br />
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I am excited to start this New Year. <br />
<strike>365 </strike>362 days full of adventure and excitement. <br />
I feel like this is going to be a great year for our little family.<br />
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Tonight I am going to <strike>make</strike> ask William to write resolutions down with me. We have this "bucket list" board hanging on our wall where I want to post them, and as we accomplish them we will take them off the board.<br />
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I am going to NOT make the same old cliche goals that you read/hear/see such as lose weight, join a gym, be a better this or that. I want our goals to mean something, and have a purpose. I don't know what they will be, but that's what I want. Something like, volunteer somewhere, or sign up for something the two of us can do together, participate more in the community. Do you get what I mean?<br />
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But first I need to play catch up on what our lives have consisted of over the last few months. (Maybe I should make a goal of posting at LEAST once a week:) )<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">OCTOBER:</span></div>
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We went to Vegas with the Family. (Husband, Grandpa, Dad, Brother)</div>
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I voted for my first time EVER.</div>
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Went to my first RUSH concert. It was amaze-balls.</div>
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William made it into the St. George Magazine and Newspaper for the Top 40 under 40 business dudes.</div>
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I am so proud of this hubby of mine!</div>
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I rocked the OLD hair school style. (look how long my hair was!)</div>
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(Then I cut my hair, and love it)</div>
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Went to Salt Lake for family parties with this brother.</div>
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William's favorite present. My family thinks he looks like Abe Lincoln.</div>
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Best. Parents. Ever.</div>
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New Year's Kissy Kiss.</div>
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We went to a party at our friends Stephanie & Devin's.</div>
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New Year's Day Breakfast at Black Bear Diner. </div>
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(Yes, we were still trying to wake up, and no my nose is NOT that big in person)</div>
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If your lucky, I'll be back tomorrow with the New Years Resolution post that is floating around blogland.</div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><em>XOXO, Tere</em></span></div>
Tere Shakehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11929930221182230819noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9035829796720180126.post-66152417674148541262012-10-09T11:15:00.002-07:002012-10-09T11:15:56.629-07:00Insta-LifeDo you instagram?<br />
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Here are the tid bits from the last week- er so.<br />
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If you follow me <span style="font-size: xx-small;">(which you should), </span><span style="font-size: small;">you most likely think I am a freak from all the Dog Photos I post. I cant help it, I love my pups and think they are the best ever. Top right is Sam, the 85lb boxer, asleep in my bed. Of course William wasn't home, he would have killed me.</span></div>
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I had to work at the bike shop one Saturday. Basically I know next to nothing about bikes, but it sure was fun trying to pretend that I know the difference between a tube and a tire!</div>
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This is what our weekend looked like. His & her things, Nitro-Circus, Myspace photo in the movie theater bathroom <span style="font-size: xx-small;">(im really mature)</span><span style="font-size: small;">, and an outfit.</span></div>
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September 18th the new Killer's CD came out and my super cute co-worker/ friend make these for everyone in the office. Sexy brother. Wearing husbands shirt, why are they so much more comfy than ours?</div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">As I was looking at this is the preview I noticed something fun. The cloud looks like an alien spaceship and the blue below looks as if its trying to beam up strawberry man, and the eskimo thing. Does anyone know what that is? </span></div>
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I met a real life blogger friend guys. Her name is Shay, and she is crazy weird. Kidding. We met at Red Robin, (<span style="font-size: x-small;">a public place in case she was a creep) </span><span style="font-size: small;">and had dinner. We bonded over other blogs we follow, talked about life, and even got a little personal. I seriously felt like I had known her forever, and she was a close friend. She was so open and sincere, and completely sarcastic like myself, which is good because sometimes I am overly sarcastic and it comes across in a not so good way. I felt like a total fatty because she basically didn't even touch her food. But whatever. After that we made our way to Menchie's Frozen Yogurt. It was amazing, and delicious. We colored these pictures, then went door bell ditching/ just left them on the front porch. It was seriously the funniest thing ever. Then our night ended.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">P.S. You guys would be embarrassed of me if you could see all the typo's I make in my blog drafts. Seriously, total embarrassment.</span></div>
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Tere Shakehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11929930221182230819noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9035829796720180126.post-80223319917795924772012-10-04T11:11:00.003-07:002012-10-04T11:11:50.251-07:00Why William calls me Hitler.<br />
I am a cheap-o, a penny pincher. I am not scared to admit that either. I like to know what we have, and what we can to better to save money and live within <strike>our</strike> MY budget. You may remember this <a href="http://willntere.blogspot.com/2012/06/b-word.html"><span style="color: red;">POST</span></a> that talks about our budget, and how we keep track of money. <br />
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I stick to this budget religiously. Although we have stopped doing the envelope method, I am stricter on our budget now more than ever. Opening up a new business takes its toll on the owners for the first little bit. So right now we don’t have a budget other than <em>DO NOT SPEND A SINGLE PENNY OR I WILL KILL YOU.</em> The husband is still alive, so its working out quite well.<br />
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I took this “Hitler” thing to a whole new level. I made bran- muffins the other day and knowing William all 24 of these would have been gone in the first 2 days with the way he eats them. So when he came home and started to dig in I told him he had to limit his rations to 2 per day. He laughed, until he saw I was serious.<br />
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I am constantly asking/ telling William to do this and do that. I know that I need to cool it a little but seriously, if I ask him nicely it doesn't get done. So what choice do I have other than asking 14,000 times a day? Right? No? OK, I know and agree I need to be nicer to this cute husband of mine!<br />
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So whenever I turn into the demanding, selfish, crazy lady that I am sometimes, William will put up his pointer finger in the shape of a mustache over his top lip and just look at me. <br />
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The other day he said he is going to make a mustache and attach it to a stick like you see in those photo booths, and hold it up every time I turn into Hitler. <br />
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Lets hope I am not a reincarnation.<br />
<br /><span style="font-size: x-small;"><em>XOXO, Tere</em></span>Tere Shakehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11929930221182230819noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9035829796720180126.post-68690608502852536562012-09-27T09:23:00.002-07:002012-09-27T09:23:24.936-07:00Be Proud.So I have been following this super amazing gal named Rachele who blogs over at <a href="http://www.nearsightedowl.com/"><span style="color: red;">The Near Sighted Owl.</span></a><span style="color: red;"> </span><span style="color: black;">She does a link up called "Im proud of my size". Ill let you read in her own words about this link up. It has special meaning to her, and its a great one to be apart of.</span><br />
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<span style="color: red;"><strike>My</strike> Rachele's Mission:</span>All sizes are beautiful! Don't be ashamed of your number or keep it from living your life and doing what you love. There is no perfect or wrong size. It doesn't determine our worth and nobody has the right to judge someone's health by their size. So let's show the world that every size can be happy and that we are not ashamed!<br />
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I would love to see all different sizes represented in this link up. Whether you are a 0 or 32, participate! This is a weekly feature so each link up will be open for one week. You can add your link anytime during the week. All genders, sexes and non-genders are welcome to join in. Use whatever sizing you are most familiar with. You can link up with me every week with a new post or join in every once in a while! The rules are simple. Post a photo of yourself on your blog, feeling confident. Post a full body shot, so head to toe! State your size in your blog post or with a graphic on your photo. No diet talk, weight loss talk, negativity or any type of body shaming allowed. This is about being happy with your size and shape, not because it is socially acceptable, healthy or better than others. Then come back here and add your link using the link tool at the end of this post.<br />
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So here goes. I know you have already seen these photos from <a href="http://willntere.blogspot.com/2012/09/the-messy-project-reveal.html"><span style="color: red;">The Messy Project</span></a><span style="color: red;">,</span> but I dont have any other full body ones on my computer as of now. So join dont complain mmkay?<br />
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Be proud of your size, dont let society tell you what is beautiful. Too skinny, too fat, too many curves its all beautiful and it makes you who you are. <br />
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<em><span style="font-size: x-small;">XOXO, Tere</span></em>Tere Shakehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11929930221182230819noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9035829796720180126.post-26381872507890780692012-09-24T11:30:00.001-07:002012-09-24T11:30:29.187-07:00The beginningsThe beginnings of changing weather are upon us.<br />
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The mornings are brisk.<br />
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Fall is on its way.<br />
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Too bad the afternoons are in the 90's still. <br />
Welcome to St. George.<br />
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We have started to sleep with the window opened at nights. It is lovely. We put a blanket on the bed, turned the air conditioner off, and keep the door open as we lounge around on the couch. The dogs have loved having it be cooler weather, and being able to come in and out as they please. I thought it would be fun to write up a bucket list for the Autumn/Fall months. Hopefully we will get to accomplish them together.<br />
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<span style="color: red;">iBelieve a good disney movie can cure your heart</span></div>
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iBelieve families can be together forever</div>
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iBelieve music is the best way to change your mood</div>
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<span style="color: red;">iBelieve you must love yourself before you can love another person</span></div>
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iBelieve happieness comes from within</div>
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<span style="color: red;">iBelieve your family should be your best friends</span></div>
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iBelieve in my husband</div>
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<span style="color: red;">iBelieve in hard work</span></div>
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iBelieve a girl can never have too many clothes, shoes, purses, jewlrey<br /><span style="color: red;">iBelieve blog friends, can be your best friends</span>iBelieve you can cry for no reason</div>
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iBelieve in charity</div>
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<span style="color: red;">iBelieve in calling in sick just because its raining outside</span></div>
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iBelieve your pets are family members</div>
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<span style="color: red;">iBelieve in being goofy</span></div>
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iBelieve in never leaving the house in sweats</div>
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<span style="color: red;">iBelieve in accepting yourself, you size, and your personality</span></div>
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iBelieve you should never apologize for who you are</div>
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<span style="color: red;">iBelieve life is full of ups & downs and its up to you to make it worth the ride</span></div>
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iBelieve everything happens for a reason</div>
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<span style="color: red;">iBelieve in adoption</span></div>
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iBelieve in having children</div>
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<span style="color: red;">iBelieve in setting goals and achieving those goals</span></div>
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iBelieve in true love, at first sight</div>
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<span style="color: red;">iBelieve there is someone for everyone</span></div>
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iBelieve in the quote "I never said it would be easy, I only said it would be worth it.."</div>
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<span style="color: red;">iBelieve you can do anything in this life that you want to</span></div>
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iBelieve you are your own worst critic</div>
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Tere Shakehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11929930221182230819noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9035829796720180126.post-11511470849007902252012-09-19T08:00:00.002-07:002012-09-19T08:12:03.549-07:00The Messy Project RevealOh my gosh. This has been a long time coming, and I cant tell you how excited I am to FINALLY share this with you guys. <br />
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Here are the deet's <span style="font-size: x-small;">(look at me trying to hang with the high schoolers, that means details in case your like me and TOTALLY out of the "cool" group)</span><span style="font-size: small;"> :</span><br />
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When I first got the email from Kelly saying the package was sent I checked the mail EVERY DAY. I was so excited I could barely stand it. I got the package, and was nervous/ excited/ scared to open it. I knew it was going to be a fabulous article of clothing because Kelly is a fabulous fashionista! But I was nervous as to whether I would be able to pull it off or not. I instantly fell in love, and started to write out different options as to what outfits I could go with! I was so happy that she chose to send a fall-ish item. I tried on a million different options but didnt want to show you every pant/ short/ legging/ shoe/ boot in the closet so I narrowed it down to these options. Tell me what you think!?!<br />
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<em><span style="font-size: x-small;">XOXO, Tere</span></em>Tere Shakehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11929930221182230819noreply@blogger.com26tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9035829796720180126.post-86800176136680977582012-09-17T11:17:00.005-07:002012-09-17T11:17:58.623-07:00Insta-Life<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Worst sight ever. Zipper- unzipped for a good portion of the work day.</div>
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This is from 5 years ago. On a cruise with friends the year we graduated. Crazy to think how people change, and some dont. At least I'll always have the memories. </div>
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My new fridge. Its not a great photo, but I am in love with it.</div>
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Pretty exciting times around my parts of life. Dont be jealous.</div>
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Tere Shakehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11929930221182230819noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9035829796720180126.post-20310305995513304122012-09-14T13:51:00.001-07:002012-09-14T13:51:06.913-07:00Fill in the blanks.1. <strong>Right now the weather where I live is: </strong>Awesome! The mornings are around 70, and the days are around 85-90. I love this time. Not quite fall, but not summer either. Just perfect.<br />
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2. <strong>The best piece of advice I've been given is: </strong>"If your gonna fight, fight naked" We got this advice when we got married. Although we have never fought naked, every time we do fight I think about this and laugh and then its hard to really stay mad for that long.<br />
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3. <strong>My most favorite person in all the world is: </strong>The Vampire Diary Brothers. Stefan and Damon. Just kidding. My husband is on the top of my list. Not always, but about 99.9% of the time. He is such a hard worker and I love him for that. He is pretty handsome too.<br />
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4. <strong>If I were to have a "mission statement" for my life, it would be: </strong>"Be the change you wish to see in the world" I love this quote and think its something everyone should live by. It has so much meaning in those 10 little words. It makes me want to be better.<br />
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5. <strong>My most favorite item in my closet is: </strong>Everything? I love all my clothes, shoes, purses. Gosh, I love it all. <br />
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6. <strong>The best cure for a bad day is: </strong>A Starbucks Iced Caramel Machiato. Always makes my day more amazing with the first sip of caramel. YUM!<br />
7. <strong>Today is: </strong>Freakin' Friday. I cant wait for the next 2 hours and 10 minutes to pass so I can go home and get ready. Husband is <strike>hopefully </strike>taking me on a date tonight. <br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><em>XOXO, Tere</em></span>Tere Shakehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11929930221182230819noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9035829796720180126.post-33144337065411517222012-09-14T08:56:00.003-07:002012-09-14T08:57:36.747-07:00Get Excited.I did my photo shoot the other day for <a href="http://messydirtyhair.com/p/social-issues-with.html"><span style="color: magenta;">The Messy Project</span></a><span style="color: magenta;">.</span> I am so excited to see the rest of the girls, and what every one came up with. Have you joined <a href="http://messydirtyhair.com/"><span style="color: magenta;">The Mess</span></a><span style="color: magenta;">?</span> Check out Kelly's <a href="http://messydirtyhair.com/"><span style="color: magenta;">blog</span></a><span style="color: magenta;">,</span> you wont regret it. She is fabulous.<br />
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Tere Shakehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11929930221182230819noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9035829796720180126.post-78498417402331835332012-09-13T12:14:00.002-07:002012-09-13T12:14:42.310-07:00That moment.The scariest moment in a Business Owners life happened last night you guys.<br />
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Its 12:15am. We just woke up a few minutes before because our fur babies are real babies and have to pee 100 times a night. We just laid our heads back down when my phone lights up and a random number appears on the screen. <br />
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Me- What the hell, should I answer it?<br />
William- <span style="font-size: x-small;">in a grumpy who the freak is calling you so late voice </span><span style="font-size: small;">Its 12:30! </span><span style="font-size: x-small;">meaning NO DO NOT ANSWER IT.</span><br />
Me- Hello?<br />
St. George Police Department- Blah Blah Blah<br />
Me- <span style="font-size: x-small;">Thinking to myself </span><span style="font-size: small;">CHRISTOPHER!!! (my brother) Im going to kill him.</span><br />
St. George Police Department- Blah Blah High Knees Blah Blah Opened door Blah Blah<br />
William- Shoots out of bed<br />
Me- Yes, we will be there in 10 minutes in a Red Truck.<br />
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Driving over to the shop was full of a non conversation, conversation.<br />
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What if?<br />
How did?<br />
Hopefully?<br />
Did you?<br />
Are you sure?<br />
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Prayers were said.<br />
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We arrived and the police explained that they had heard noises, and saw kids running. They secured the whole building pulling on all the doors to make sure none were opened. They had set off the alarm by pulling on our door.<br />
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Luckily no one entered the shop, the police went in and cleared the building. Nothing was out of place, just a warehouse full of our lives savings.<br />
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Tere Shakehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11929930221182230819noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9035829796720180126.post-20705982615344282882012-09-11T09:27:00.000-07:002012-09-11T09:27:24.514-07:00Where was God?Have you ever thought, "Where was God on 9/11 when the World Trade Center and the Pentagon were attacked?" Well, I know where my God was on the morning of September 11, 2001, and He was very busy!<br />
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He was discouraging people from taking those four flights. Together they could accommodate more than 1,000 passengers, yet there were only 266 aboard. He was on those four flights giving the terrified passengers the ability to stay calm. Not one of the people who was called by a loved one on one of the hijacked planes mentioned that passengers were panicked, nor was there any screaming in the background. And on one of the flights, God gave strength to the passengers to overcome the hijackers.<br />
God was also busy creating obstacles to prevent people who worked in the WTC from getting to work on time. The work day had begun, more than 50,000 people worked in the two towers, yet only 20,000 were at their desks. On that beautiful morning, God created scores of unexpected traffic delays, subway delays, and commuter train delays. A PATH train packed with commuters was stopped at a signal just short of the WTC and was able to return to Jersey City. And far more meetings were scheduled elsewhere than was usual.<br />
God held up each of the two mighty towers for a half hour so that the people on the lower floors could get out. And when He finally let go, He caused the towers to fall inward rather than to topple over, which would have killed so many more people. The foundations of six surrounding buildings were demolished by the fall of the towers, but God held them up for many hours until all the occupants were safely evacuated.<br />
And when the WTC and Pentagon buildings went down, my God picked up almost 3,500 of His children and carried them to their home for all eternity. He also sat down and cried that 19 of His children could have so much hate in their hearts, that they did not choose him, but another god that doesn't exist, and now they are lost forever.<br />
He sent people trained in dealing with earthly disasters to save those that were injured. And he sent in thousands of others to help in any way they were needed. And He brought people together across the world in a way that moved thousands to tears and hundreds of thousands to prayer—and caused millions to turn to the one true living God.<br />
He still isn't finished. Every day He comforts those who lost loved ones. He is encouraging others to reach out to those who don't know Him or believe in Him. He is giving the leaders of our great nation the strength and conviction to do the right thing, to follow His will, not a popular poll.<br />
So if anyone ever asks, "Where was your God on 9/11?" you can say, "He was everywhere! And, in fact, he is everywhere today and every day." Without a doubt, this was the worst catastrophe most of us have ever seen. I can't imagine getting through such a difficult time without God at my side. Without God, life would be hopeless.<br />
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As you might know, the head of one company survived 9/11 because he took his son to kindergarten.<br />
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Another fellow is alive because it was his turn to bring donuts.<br />
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Another lady was late because her alarm clock didn't go off on time.<br />
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One was late as a result of being stuck on the NJ Turnpike because of an auto accident.<br />
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One more survivor missed his bus.<br />
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One spilled food on her clothes and had to take time to change.<br />
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One's car wouldn’t start.<br />
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One went back to answer the telephone.<br />
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One had a child that dawdled and didn't get ready as soon as he should have.<br />
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One couldn't get a taxi.<br />
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The one that, struck me was the man who put on a new pair of shoes that morning,<br />
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went to work by his usual way but before he got there, he developed a blister on his foot.<br />
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So he stopped at a drugstore to buy a Band-Aid. That is why he is alive today.<br />
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Now when I am stuck in traffic, miss an elevator, turn back to answer a ringing telephone...<br />
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all the little things that annoy me....<br />
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I think to myself, this is exactly where God wants me to be at this very moment.<br />
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Next time your morning seems to be going wrong, the children are slow getting dressed, you can't seem to find the car keys, you hit every traffic light, don't get mad or frustrated; God is at work watching over you.<br />
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May God continue to bless you with all those annoying little things and may you remember their possible purpose. <br />
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GOD BLESS ALL THOSE WHO PASSED AWAY IN THIS TRAGEDY. GOD BLESS ALL THE FAMILIES AND FRIENDS AND LOVED ONES WHO LOST A PART OF THIER LIFE IN THIS TRAGEDY. GOD BLESS ALL OF THOSE HEROS THAT HELPED AND BRAVED THEIR OWN LIVES IN THIS TRAGEDY. GOD BLESS THIS COUNTRY THAT WE LIVE IN.<br />
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;"><em>xoxo, tere</em></span>Tere Shakehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11929930221182230819noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9035829796720180126.post-57463653795617416672012-09-10T10:27:00.001-07:002012-09-10T10:27:34.894-07:00Fall Into This...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: large;">Fall. </span></div>
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<em>Autumn.</em></div>
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<strong><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">Winter.</span></strong></div>
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Cozy.</div>
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<u>Warmth.</u></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Cuddling.</span></div>
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<em>Mittens.</em></div>
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<em>Scarfs.</em></div>
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<strong><u>Boots.</u></strong></div>
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<strike><span style="font-size: large;">Fashion.</span></strike></div>
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<u><em><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Leaves.</span></em></u></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;"><strong><em>Fall/Autum Bucket List:</em></strong></span></div>
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Have a photo shoot like these with husband</div>
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Go see the leaves in Zions.</div>
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Make delicious cider.</div>
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Pretend that says 2012</div>
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<strong><em><span style="font-size: large;">Fall/ Autumn Playlist:</span></em></strong></div>
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So Nice So Smart by Kimya Dawson (Juno soundtrack)</div>
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Sour Candy by Carly Rae Jepsen ft. John Ramsay</div>
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Video Games by Lana Del Rey</div>
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Dark Days by Punch Brothers</div>
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Winter Winds by Mumford & Sons</div>
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So its officially been one week since I started this weight loss challenge. I thought that doing it with a group and sharing everything would motivate me and get me going. Everyone knows my real weight and if that is not embarrassing enough they have seen a picture of me almost naked. Scary, right. Well to be honest I SUCKED this first week. It is hard to get up and be motivated to work out and to not eat that double chocolate muffin! <span style="font-size: xx-small;">Which I totally ate..</span> So here is to week 2, and hopefully I will be better about working out and eating right. I am down 1.5lbs and 1/2 inch off of my thighs, stomach, butt, and waist total inches is 3 inches. So that is good for not doing too much working out right?</div>
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Have you notice The Messy Project button over there ----> Kelly sent out an email today saying that our article of clothing is on its way! Seriously, so excited. You should be too. Check out what the Messy Project is about and you should probably sign up for the next month while you are checking it out. Its going to be a complete blast!</div>
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My sister had her sweet 16 party. How fun right. Look at this freaking pool. It was big enough to paddle board in. We were jumping off the roof into the pool. The house has 38 bedrooms, a full rock climbing wall, and trampoline inside. It was huge. </div>
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The funny things married couples do late at night.</div>
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JK, JK. I am not Gossip Girl, just been obsessed with the show these last few weeks.</div>
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Tere Shakehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11929930221182230819noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9035829796720180126.post-82366505482483848322012-08-30T09:37:00.002-07:002012-08-30T09:37:22.604-07:00Its not always a cake walk.I always look at all of your cute blogs about you, your husband, your families and think I want that. Or I wish we lived there, or had those, or could afford that. But then I realized, that most only put the good things on these blogs that we share with the world. How terrifying would it be to admit to the world that we have trouble within the walls of our homes. But today I am going to tell you something personal, for the whole world (as if the whole world knows about my blog) to read. I am not embarrassed of it, nor ashamed. I think that it would help everyone to connect more, on a different level if we shared the heartache and the bad as well as the good.<br />
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No marriage is perfect. No two people are perfect. But that doesn’t mean that you and your lover cant strive every day for perfection.<br />
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When I was working 70+ hours a day, and William was working full time we hardly saw each other. The only time we were home at the same time was at 10:30pm (or later) when I got off work until 7am (or earlier) when William had left for work. During those hours the only thing we did was sleep. We had communication throughout the day; we would text, and occasionally call each other. It was a hard time in our marriage. We got to the point where we were roommates more than we were husband and wife. We started to drift apart. We fought constantly, we didn’t eat together, and on Sunday the only day we both had off all we did was sleep. We had to and wanted to find our way back to the way we were before. And we did.<br />
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We started to go to a marriage counselor to get help. I am so not ashamed to tell anyone that we went to a marriage counselor. Sometimes when you say that you get the look like “oh so you’re getting divorced?” and those judging eyes. I use to feel ashamed about it, and felt like it was something that I needed to hide from my friends, and family. But it helped us in such a way, that I can only imagine where our lives would be right now if we hadn’t gotten the courage to call that counselor. He was a life saver. He helped us in saving our marriage.<br />
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One of our biggest fights is that I always felt like William had to have the last say (and I know I like to have the last say:) ). That he would brush off my opinions and that it didn’t matter what I felt. After counseling I came to find out that we just had a communication problem. It wasn’t William brushing me off; it was me having the feeling of him brushing me off. <br />
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While we learned so much in the time we spent with the counselor the one thing that I love most was the way we communicate when we are fighting. Normally I shut down, I don’t want to talk and I just sit and shake my head. William gets upset, which he should with the way I shut down. So he had us do this exercise that helps to calm you down as well as get the point across without the yelling. You may have heard of it, and you may not have. It is the When you (do or say this), I feel (like this) and I wish or need (you to do or say this).<br />
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Example: When you don’t take out the trash when I ask, I feel like you don’t respect me, and I need you to take out the trash when I ask to feel that respect.<br />
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For a while we kind of made fun of the exercise. We would laugh and joke about different things. But as we started to have our real fights we would use this and it would help a lot. It helped so that we weren’t talking over each other, and so the other party in the fight would get their turn in expressing their feelings. <br />
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While we haven’t fought in a long while (I know it’s because of the counseling) we do have our tiffs every now and then. But they are nowhere near what they use to be, and for that I am thankful.<br />
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I am a hairstylist and through that you hear everything about people lives. Ladies love to come get their hair done, and the second thing ladies love most is gossiping to their hairstylist. Needless to say, we hear a lot. There have been times when they will tell me how they cheated on their husbands, or vice versa. Sometimes you don't want to hear half of the stuff they tell you for the fact that you don't want it on your shoulders. But with the gossip comes things that actually help you. I have done quite a few marriage counselors hair and I tell them our story and how thankful I am for the work that they do. They always tell me how there are people with a perfect marriage that will come and get counseling just to try and better their marriage more. So I honestly don't think its something anyone should be ashamed about. It can only make things better. <br />
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What exercises do you use when you and your lover fight?<br />
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<em><span style="font-size: x-small;">XOXO, Tere</span></em></div>
Tere Shakehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11929930221182230819noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9035829796720180126.post-57458312746363134222012-08-27T14:48:00.003-07:002012-08-27T14:48:32.931-07:00Playing HookieBecause William and I both work crazy amounts of hours and hardly get to see each other during the week, we decided to play hookie (sp) yesterday. It was fabulous. We spent the whole day together. We slept in, had breakfast, lounged around the house, then went to see <span style="font-size: large;"><em>Premium Rush.</em></span> Its about bike messengers in New York, and it was a great movie. After the movie we went back to our home, had a nap, and headed off to dinner at the grandmothers house. Over all it was just what we needed to fill that "I miss you" hole in our lives.<br />
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Tere Shakehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11929930221182230819noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9035829796720180126.post-32309935863069570132012-08-23T10:34:00.000-07:002012-08-23T10:36:54.312-07:00The Messy Holiday Weight Loss Project.Oh my lanta! <br />
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Have you guys heard of <span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://messydirtyhair.com/">Messy.Dirty.Hair</a></span>? Its a beautiful blog written by the most lovable girl named Kelly. Its a blog about but not limited to fashion, life, embracing who you are, and her cute dog Max. Well Kelly started a project called <a href="http://messydirtyhair.com/p/social-issues-with.html"><span style="font-size: large;">The Messy Project.</span></a> Its the most fabulous idea. The messy project is a way to show how one top/shirt/blouse worn by 5 different girls can look completely different and for the girl to show her own unique style. And guess what!?! I am going to participate for the month of September! Woohoo! Now I know what you are thinking, this isn't even a fashion blog.. Well that is OK because she told me I didn't have to be apart of a fashion blog to participate! So take that. I am so excited to be apart of The Messy Project, while I wouldn't say I am a walking fashion trend, I would say I have style.. somewhat. Right? If not, don't tell me as I would like to think that I am cute:) If your interested in Kelly's blog or being apart of The Messy Project you can find her button as well as the button for the project over on my side bar ----->. <br />
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Along with this I am also participating in a weight loss challenge with a lot of people I don't even know! Its called <span style="color: red; font-size: large;">Hotties for Holidays</span>. Its going to be a 2 month challenge to lose weight before the holidays. It starts next week Tuesday, and going until the week before Halloween. How scary is that? To participate in a weight loss challenge where I will be posting photos of myself, my body on a <span style="font-size: x-small;"><em>(private)</em></span> facebook page with other contestants that I don't know! I am a little nervous as we will send in photos of ourselves before, during (one month in), and after. Photos of the scale with our weight on it for the <strike><span style="font-size: large;">world</span></strike> private facebook contestants to see. I think it will be good to actually have someone (or a million someones) to be accountable to. These are all people like myself that want to change their lives. While I know I am not what you would call a bigger person, I still have insecurities about my weight, and my body. I think everyone does. It will be good to be able to talk to others about struggles, and problems that will be faced with this challenge. It will also be good if I win, because that means I will win MONEY! Each person puts in $10. If your interested email me and I will get you the details on this challenge. Don't be scared, or intimidated because as nervous as you are and as I am, each person in the group is just as nervous, scared, and intimidated. We will do this together and hopefully get a jump start on a healthier life!<br />
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So with that being said hopefully before Halloween I will be a super sexy, fit, healthy, and stylish chicka! <br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><em>XOXO, Tere</em></span>Tere Shakehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11929930221182230819noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9035829796720180126.post-28482419148060326062012-08-22T14:55:00.000-07:002012-08-22T14:55:36.285-07:00Growing Up.<em>"Growing up is never easy. You hold on to things that were. You wonder what's to come. But that night, I think we knew it was time to let go of what had been, and look ahead to what would be. Other days. New days. Days to come. The thing is, we didn't have to hate each other for getting older. We just had to forgive ourselves... for growing up."</em><br />
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Growing up has been on my mind a lot lately. Its been hard to realize that I'm not a high school kid anymore with boy problems. I get off work, and come home. To my home, a home that I bought. A home where I work to pay the bills, a home where I have to clean and worry about what others will think about my house if its not spotless. Its weird. I sit and think what happened? Where did the time go? Who am I? What's next? <br />
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There are bills that need to be paid, sinks that need to be fixed, a husband, laundry for 2, dogs to be fed, floors to be vacuumed, etc. It creates this weird feeling inside me, almost dream like. I keep thinking I am going to wake up and be back in my bed with the feather pillows and cute chandelier light above me and my best friend asleep next to me. Tired from the all night girl talk and the crazy night activities that we would get ourselves into. You would think that after living the same (new) life for the last 3 years I would be used to it by now. Right? That I wouldn't be surprised and have the feeling of "when am I going to wake up?". <br />
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Today its raining outside. I use to HATE the rain. I hated everything about the cold, the wet, and the dark clouds. I lived for the summer months where I could go outside and feel the warmth on my face. I would lay out for hours. I woke up and thought about how excited I am for fall, for the holidays, for Christmas. I was enjoying the rain for once in my life. I cant wait for Fall to come, for the winter months. WHO AM I? I was talking to the other secretary that works with me and I told her this. How I am starting to look forward to the Winter months, for the cooler weather, and the feelings that it brings. All she said was "Your starting to grow up". I am not sure if that was something I wanted to hear. I don't want to grow up, I don't want to be responsible. I want to go out and dance in the rain, not be at work. I want to sneak on a neighbors tramp and jump on it in my swim suit. I want to ditch work and watch movies all day with a cup of hot chocolate next to me. Then I realized I was growing up because I wanted my husband next to me. I want my dogs to be playing on the floor, fighting and playing tug o war. <br />
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I know you can still "act" like a kid. Joking around, doing immature things. But being a grown up trumps the kid stuff. You can either go to work and pay your bills, or you can play hooky with the husband and live in a box. I choose my beautiful house, with my beautiful fur babies, and my sexy husband. <br />
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Like the quote above said, <em>Growning up is never easy. </em>But I look forward to more days of being grown up with my cute little family.<br />
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So today I replace the feeling of "when will I wake up" with the feeling of "I am the luckiest girl alive, I have a great life, awesome family members, a great husband, a fabulous home, and a job that I love".<br />
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So here is to growing up. To paying my own bills. To having the man of my reality. To having my own family. To having to worry about a house payment. To grocery shopping. To working a 9-5 job and a night job a day or two a week. To waking up to my best friend every morning, and my two slobbery dogs. Here is to being a grown up. <br />
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Here is to finding new adventures in this (new) married life.<br />
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Here is to rainy days.<br />
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<em><span style="font-size: x-small;">XOXO, Tere</span></em>Tere Shakehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11929930221182230819noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9035829796720180126.post-89347453118533432852012-08-21T09:01:00.000-07:002012-08-21T09:01:34.780-07:00Insta-Life/ I should be shot.Blogger land forgive me.<br />
It has been about 20 days since my last post.<br />
I have been busy/ lazy/ I should be shot.<br />
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Today is not really even a post. Just a Insta-life. I feel like its the easiest way to keep up when you have been a lazy blogger like myself. I haven't even read ANY blogs. That is just crazy talk right? RIGHT?<br />
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But I have missed you, and you, and YOU.<br />
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We have been busy at the shop with events and rides that William barely has time to breath. He cycles 4+ days a week, swims 2+ days a week and runs 2+ days a week all while working 80+ hours a week! He is a busy boy. I am so thankful for his motivation and inspiration. He is such a hard worker, and I love that he is following his passion and giving it his all!</div>
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We have been having some crazy sunsets here in the STG. They have been beautiful. We have been receiving more rain than we usually do which is why I think they have been so amazing. Look at these clouds!</div>
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I love having my brother close again. He is my best friend, and always will be. He will go along with anything I ask or say. He is hilarious. I love him.</div>
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I shuttled up to Salt Lake for a girls trip with my Mother and Grandma. This girl was like this the WHOLE ride. I didn't know if I should push her face back so it didn't fall off her neck or not! I know its not nice of me to post this picture of someone I don't know, but it was funny. I know if it was me and someone took a photo of me like this, I would die laughing. </div>
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We had lunch with my great grandma and aunts. They were so fun! After we went to my great grandmas to rest before hitting the City Creek Mall. The photos above are of my grandmas wigs, she seriously has awesome style! The other one is of my great great grandparents. They were married in 1914. Isn't that crazy. I love this picture.</div>
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We ventured to the Hogal Zoo for one day. It was awesome. I seriously cant get enough of the zoo. I could sit and watch the animals all day. </div>
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*Funny Story. We were researching the zoo the day before we went and there was a monkey called the Grey Titi Monkey. We all died laughing, and my mother wanted to bring my great grandma with us so we could have a 5 generation picture with the Grey Titi Monkey. </div>
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This is my grandma's backyard. Is it not the most perfect place ever? They have deer that come into their yard, as well as quail birds, and other animals. I love this house.</div>
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You Guys! Just call me Betty crocker, or Susie homemaker, or whatever other domestic people are out there. Do you see those loafs of bread? I cooked them. It was awesome, and they are delicious! One is Cinnamon sugar, and the other is just plain wheat bread! I was so proud of myself. From now on, I am going to make our bread. It comes to about .97 cents a loaf and you can freeze them. Its brilliant!<br />
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I got my lashes done and I love them. I wish I would stop playing with them! They are so pretty though right?<br />
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Oh my obsession. I started watching One Tree Hill like 3 weeks ago and am already on Season 8! Have you seen this? Where the H did Lucas and Peyton go in Season 7? I am a little upset!</div>
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2/3 boys in my life. This is what we like to call Sunday Night Laziness.</div>
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Its OK Thursdays!</center>
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Its ok to wish that something happens so you dont have to go to work.</center>
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Its ok to go to Denny's at midnight with your mom and grandma while the husband is asleep at home.</center>
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Its ok to fall asleep every time my body hits a horizontal space.</center>
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Its ok to not wash your hair for a good 6 days and pretend that your hair is still the hottest style out there.</center>
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Its ok to not have anything to blog about, my day is never ruined because of it.</center>
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Its ok to beg people to do the <a href="http://thecolorrun.com/"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: red;">Color</span> <span style="color: purple;">Run</span></span></a> with you. <strong><u>SALT LAKE</u></strong> its coming for you in September, do you want to do it with me?</center>
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Its ok to cut this short because I now have work to do.</center>
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Its ok that some of my besties I have never met, and know via blogger.</center>
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These are what husbands/ boyfriends/ anyone but me are for, kind of stories.<br />
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When going to get my oil changed, I usually leave getting more than that done because I am told that "my car needs it". Well my car is like my baby and you cant neglect your baby right? <br />
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Because William told me just because they tell you that your air filters are dusty and causing me to breath all that in doesn't mean its true. And the synthetic oil, while good for your car is just as good as the regular as long as you change it every 3 months. No the power steering is not out on my car like the mechanic said, its a 2011 for crying out loud, but how am I suppose to know that? <br />
So needless to say, William changes the oil in my car now.<br />
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A few years back I decided to be a nice wife and buy William a truck. He had been wanting one for a while, and I was always sick of him borrowing my Honda Element that I use to have to drive to Vegas and back for work. So I went on the trusty site of Craigslist<span style="font-size: x-small;"><strong> (mistake number one)</strong></span> and bought my man a 95' Black F-150 without him even seeing it first!<strong><span style="font-size: x-small;"> (mistake number two right)</span></strong> So I pay the man and take off in my new purchase that had 250,000 miles on it. What are miles but a number anyway?<strong><span style="font-size: x-small;"> (mistake number three)</span></strong> I show William and he seemed pleasantly surprised. He just laughed at first. SO then I take it to the mechanic to have it looked at. <strong><span style="font-size: x-small;">(mistake number four is not taking it to the mechanic BEFORE I purchased the thing)</span></strong> We got new tires put on it <span style="color: red;">(KA-CHING).</span> Then there was a leak here and a broken part there! <span style="color: red;">(</span><span style="color: red;">KA-CHING KA-CHING)</span> Then we found out that the guy unplugged the check engine light. (That bass-crap) So all in all we payed just as much in fixing up the stupid truck<strong><span style="font-size: x-small;"> (mistake number five)</span></strong> then we did purchasing it. <br />
And that Ladies, and maybe Gentlemen is why I am NEVER allowed to buy a motorized vehicle without the husbands knowledge. And I agree with him for giving me this punishment. <br />
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Killing spiders, and capturing the moths. <br />
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Putting air in my bike tires. Seriously, I don't know how to put air in my tires. I always deflate the whole tube before I can get the stupid hook thing on the tire thing. See I don't even know the right terms for the tire!<br />
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Taking out the trash. Seriously, if it smells and is growing penicillin it needs to go out. But what do I do? Well that is what husbands/ boyfriends/ anyone but me are for. So I leave it to collect more trash, and to acquire more smell. This reminds me.. can you smell that?<br />
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Mowing the lawn. Seriously this is no lie. William grew up back East in Washington D.C. area. From the stories he tells their house was huge, their yard was even bigger. He had NEVER mowed a lawn in his life until we got married. Not even when we got married, like in the last 6 months was his first time mowing the lawn. We had always paid someone to come mow our lawn, but since were on super budget mode, we cancelled the lawn mower guy. So we borrow my parents lawn mower, and I have been making William learn how to mow the lawn. It takes him a good 3 times around the lawn to get all the places he has missed but sooner or later, he gets all the stragglers. <br />
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Feeding the Turtles/ Cleaning the Turtle tank. We have 7 turtles and one large turtle tank. Well to back up this story. When we were first married we bought 7 turtles. They were the size of a quarter, and so cute, and I LOVED holding them. A few months after they kept dying off and I had no clue why. When we called the shop we got them from they asked if anyone had been holding them. GUILTY. Because I had lotion, or anything on my hands it killed them. So we were down to 2 turtles. But then our friend told us about this guy that had all these turtles and could keep them, so we adopted 5 turtles that day. Now we are back to the lucky number 7. While these were once cute cuddly turtles, they have grown bigger than my hands and try to flippin eat me any time I try to feed them. I can just see them coming at me with their devil eyes. So this has become a "Man Duty". As for cleaning the tank, well with 7 turtles, and 15 fish, there is no way this hand and arm are going into that poop infested water!<br />
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And if you live in our household, the husband does the dishes. That is not my job either. You see we have an agreement. When I asked William if he would rather do the dishes, or the laundry he chose the dishes. Now I am usually really good with putting my own dishes in the dish washer as soon as I am done with them. But if William hasn't unloaded the dishes, then my dishes accumulate in the sink. My fault? I think not. So they grow and grow and grow until William decides that its time to do HIS job. Then I sit on the couch laughing at him like a <strike>good </strike>evil wifey. Why am I laughing? Because the stench of the dishes is so horrendous, and William has such a weak stomach that he just about vomits all over! Seriously, next time I'll try to record him. Its fantastic.<br />
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And that ladies and maybe gentlemen are the "Man Duties" in our household.<br />
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What are the "Man Duties" in your household? I love hearing all the different things that people do in their homes. Like if your my mom and dad, my mom does most of the car work. Funny huh? Changing tires, lights, she is amazing. But in my house hold I wouldn't even know how to get a tire off.<br />
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<em>XOXO, Tere</em>Tere Shakehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11929930221182230819noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9035829796720180126.post-31835606679018289632012-07-27T09:28:00.001-07:002012-07-27T09:28:56.142-07:00Sleep Sweet.I never documented what our song was for our wedding. Just thought I would do that before I forget to and print our blog to a book!<br />
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Mury has been our favorite bands since we first met. They are amazing. This song Sleep Sweet has been our song since before we were even dating. It has the most perfect meaning for the both of us, and we knew it had to be our wedding song. Its about a boy and girl that are in love and the girl is telling the guy to "come on" that she knows its not the first time he has done anything. But the boy expresses his feelings saying that he is nervous, that he knows its not the first time but that its the first time with someone he actually cares about. In the song he says he hope she knows the way he feels, and the way it feels when they kiss. <br />
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We laughed through the whole song while dancing to it hoping that no one was actually paying attention to the lyrics because its about taking your clothes off and getting busy. We were also laughing because before the song even started William announced over the microphone that it isn't a slow song but that it was our song. Imagine us slow dancing to this song. Neither of us have rhythm and it was quite embarrassing:) But it had to be the song we danced to because it was our song!<br />
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So while we're layin' lips to lips, </div>
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And she said she said she said </div>
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Come on!</div>
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Don't try to act like it's the first time</div>
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That you've taken clothes off</div>
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So won't you show me some credit</div>
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That your pulse is at a very fast rate</div>
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But I'm pretty sure I see it in your face</div>
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You were a mess but now you're right here with me</div>
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Layin' down and getting so so busy</div>
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Walking 'roun sugarhouse with our tongues tied</div>
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Talk about everything but what feels right</div>
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No I don't think we ever crossed that line</div>
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So try this close you're eyelids and kiss me</div>
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Keep them open like you already miss me</div>
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Yeah I don't think we ever crossed that line</div>
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Come on!</div>
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And i think i like it </div>
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<em>What do you think of the song? </em></div>
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<em><span style="font-size: x-small;">XOXO, Tere</span></em></div>Tere Shakehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11929930221182230819noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9035829796720180126.post-66196422902969288522012-07-23T11:10:00.000-07:002012-07-23T11:10:38.378-07:00Insta-Life<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<em><span style="font-size: x-small;">XOXO, TERE</span></em>Tere Shakehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11929930221182230819noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9035829796720180126.post-33348576566579768042012-07-20T13:34:00.001-07:002012-07-20T13:34:20.496-07:00RandomsNothing like work to suck the life right out of you. - Random Thought<br />
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Tonight we are going to a rodeo! (YEE-HAW)<br />
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I will most likely cry at some point in the night. I always do, because this thing I have in my chest that pumps blood to the rest of my body makes me. I feel bad for the animals that they whip, or the horses that fall, or the bulls that get tackled too hard. Its embarrassing. Everyone looks at me like, what is wrong with you, as they are stuffing their faces with a slab of beef in their mouths. Although my favorite part about the rodeo is the part where they let the chickens run and the children have to try and catch them. Its hilarious, and I am hoping that my friends boy will catch a chicken for me. It would be so fun to have one, don't you think?<br />
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I think I have seen my husband a total of 8 hours this week. I have been working like a mad-woman and am usually home as he is falling asleep and he is gone before I wake up. I thought I quit the job at Taylor Andrews that I loved so much to be able to spend more time with him. Then I started out at the Biggest Loser Resort and they told me that I most likely wont have any clients Monday- Wednesday. That the busiest days were Thursday-Friday. I was excited to be home most nights. But I have been working every night except Wednesdays and that is only because that is my day off due to Scouts. But I am NOT complaining (well maybe a little). The pay is good, and I LOVE meeting all the guests and hearing their stories. They pull me in with the reason that they are there at the resort, and they steal me heart with each sad story told. I feel for them, although I have never been in their position. Its just who I am. I love my job. <br />
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Today I got up at 6 am. <span style="font-size: large;">6!</span> I went on a bike ride, we were hoping for 30 miles. Let me tell you, I am so out of shape I felt bad for the poor girl I was with. We only got 18 miles in before I had to head home and get ready for work. Bummer. But the ride was hard, I am pretty sure it almost killed me. Twice. We are trying it again on Monday, only a completely different route. Like one without hills. <br />
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We don't have T.V. Therefore we don't watch the news. Its never been intriguing to me, and I never really care to know what is going on because of my own selfish reasons. It always brings me down hearing about a traumatic event here, and a child drowning there. But whenever I click on the Internet button it brings up MSN home page and every once in a while it sucks me in with the news. How awful was that shooting in Colorado? I feel so sick for the families that have lost their loved ones from one crazy, demented man. If you can even call someone that does that a man. But while my heart aches for the families that lost a piece to their family puzzle, I cant help but feel sorry for the family of the one that caused this heart ache. What that family must be going through, I couldn't even begin to imagine. I am sure that they will be receiving alot of cold judging stares from others in the community. I always feel like the family gets mis-judged for the one that did the crime. I know that each case and story is different, and that some families may be in on what ever sick minded things people come up with. But then there are those families that try so hard to give their child/ brother/ husband/ wife/ daughter everything and it never seems enough. Those are the families that my heart aches for. I pray for that family, and I pray for the families and friends of those that were injured or lost in the shooting. <br />
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Oh how I am grateful for spell check, because that paragraph up above this one would have made my English teacher embarrassed. <br />
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I wish more bloggers would blog about the not-so-happy times in their lives. I always see the stories of traveling and date nights and all the happy times. But you never see the heart ache that comes with marriage, and the stories of them fighting to stay together. I say this, but then I also find myself guilty of hypocrisy. Because I don't post the hard times. I have about 4 posts saved ready to be published about the hard times, but its scary putting your self out there for the world to know your not perfect. One day, when I get the balls, you will read the not-so-perfect times of our lives. I also think its good for other bloggers to know that life is not always perfect, and its tough being alive. Whether you are married, divorced, dating, or single. Life is hard and that ladies and gentlemen is the truth.<br />
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On a happy note: Its Friday, and that means tomorrow is Saturday. While I have to work tomorrow it wont be near as bad as working on a Monday right?<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><em>XOXO, TERE</em></span>Tere Shakehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11929930221182230819noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9035829796720180126.post-58915281820830848972012-07-19T14:53:00.001-07:002012-07-19T14:53:28.307-07:00That awkward moment when...<div align="left">
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-Mother doesn't stop asking questions and wants answers.</div>
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-That awkward moment when... The mother finds out you have plans to be married. </div>
Funny right?<br />
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Throw Back Thursday-2009</div>
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