tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74964158436736021352024-03-12T15:53:47.105-07:00Notes About UsJanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07168848478601668264noreply@blogger.comBlogger83125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7496415843673602135.post-46911264598629401672014-05-22T08:26:00.001-07:002014-05-22T08:26:06.116-07:00Mothers Day in our Family<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We started a tradition with all the girls in our family on Mothers Day and its really been fun. I wanted to share it with you and maybe you would want to also do this in your family. Its the traditions and times together that we cherish. This was our Third year doing it. We meet at a Restaurant. This year we went to Zoes Kitchen. It was really good and perfect weather to sit outside. Each of us brings a gift to exchange that has something about our own Mom's. We all wind up learning something we didnt know about everyone and laughing and sometimes even crying a little. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Emily got my gift about my Mom which was a pair of big dangly earrings and a sign. The reason behind them was my parents wouldn't let me get my ears pierced until I was 15 and then, I believe it was only because I begged for atleast 10 years! But, when I did I couldn't wear dangly earrings and then when Mother was 60, she finally got her ears pierced but, she won't wear dangly ones! And the sign is a song she always has sung to all the grandkids!</td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Mother got Gayles Gift about Grannie Creel which was a bag of sugar, a scoop, tea bags and pretty pitcher. I didn't know this but, Grannie always had a pitcher of tea in her fridge but, never drank tea herself. Cool memory!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Kiera got Rachels gift about me. It was my favorite candy...snickers! A package of sharpies cause I'm the sharpie addict. I rarely write with a pen that's not a sharpie. 3 Cd's of 80's music cause that's what I like! Some tylenol and lotion because of my recent back surgery. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Rachel got Emily's gift about Gayle. It was a beautiful serving tray and a serving dish and snicker bar. The reason was that her mom is always serving everyone. I say amen to that! Love my Auntie Gayle! And snickers are her favorite! ( must run in the family)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Gayle got Catty's gift about her mom, Maw Maw. It was a plate that had a saying on it that Maw Maw used to say all the time and a chicken to decorate the kitchen with cause Maw Maw raised chickens and did the things we don't like to know about like kille em, pluck em and fry em up for dinner!!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I got Kieras gift about her Mom ( and she included me also) which was bath stuff with beach smells! Her mom loves the beach and a nice relaxing bath. It smells so good and the candle is beautiful and the salt scrub is awesome. I love it!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Mabry Lynn got Isabellas which were Frozen books and Frozen painting book because Isabella says she likes her Mom to read with her and do crafts with her. And Isabella got Mabry Lynns gift about her mom, Emily...which was a play camera and some teeth ice cube molds because her mom is a photographer and she likes to clean teeth! Its so sweet to teach our little gals about appreciating things about their moms!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">They took turns taking pretend photos of each other! It was a wonderful day!</td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Last year we met at Chick Salad Chick. I really liked it but, have never been back. Whats wrong with me? Isabella wanted to share the story of the sand dollar with everyone while we were all together. It was sweet!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I always make sure the girls have a little something to do at the restaurant since we are usually there a long time.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This is Catty with her gift.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Kiera was about to cry about the sweet things that Isabella said about her .</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">These two cuties! </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Isabella with her gift.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Kourtney with her gift.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Emily with hers. Someones mom has a sweet tooth!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Me again with mine. A basket of pasta to cook and enjoy! We did!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Kiera and her gift. Someones Mom like nail polish but, I'm not saying.....:)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Rachels and her gift which was a bling ring!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Aunt Gayle with her gift which was an apron and a harmonica. She didn't wear that to the resturant! Whew! :)</td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">All of us again. Funny thing, I was in so much pain with my back that day that I had to stand up the whole time! Funny now......not, funny then!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Since it was Our Grannie Creels birthday we released 2 helium balloons to her and Gayle was telling the girls why we were doing that but they just wanted to keep the balloons!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This was the first one at The Broken Egg. It was super crowded and not much room to do gifts so I didn't get any gift photos but, I do remember Kourtneys was the funniest!</td></tr>
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Well, I totally failed at my new years resolution to blog more! But, it's okay. I forgive myself. And we have been so very busy. A lot of happenings with our family. I'll share a few and maybe get myself going back to blog world more regularly. The photo above is our Granddaughter singing LEAN ON ME at her preschool graduation. Oh we were so proud! No doubt we have a rising singing and dancing star on our hands!</div>
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She also got to wear her first cap and gown. That day was so special that my face actually hurt from all the smiling I did. Four year old kids in cap and gowns... just doesn't get much cuter than that.</div>
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This was her preschool boyfriend. They plan to marry one day. We shall see if that works out. They were too cute together!</div>
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Then she had her second ballet recital which was another one of those occasions where my face was hurting from smiling so much. Her group did a tap number and then a ballet one. It was just awesome! We were so proud and you can see by her flowers, she has lots of fans!</div>
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Here we are. My hubby and our grandbabies. We couldn't love them anymore! They are such a God send to our lives and we love every minute we get to spend with them!</div>
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Uncle Kebo sent her this beautiful dress so, we said...lets go out in the yard and take some photos! She's always willing to let me photograph her and my camera is just obsessed with her and her brother!</div>
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Can you believe she will be five soon? Wow! This time has flown by. Kindergarten here she comes!<br />
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On Fathers Day, we ate at my parents and she was snuggley with Mother. It was so sweet, I had to snap a picture. </div>
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This is my Daddy! I love this picture of him! We had an awesome treat this year. Our picture was in our local newspaper for a tribute to Dads!</div>
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Here were our Dads on Fathers Day! We were missing Zac.:(</div>
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And have I introduced you to this most handsome Hanselman??? This is one of the reasons I have been so busy! Helping take care of my grandprince! This is him!!</div>
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He's five months old! Way strong! Way big! And getting all over the place on the floor. If he sees something he wants, he can get to it! He is the sweetest little fella I know!</div>
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He likes to bite his lower lip. Looks like a tooth is gonna be coming in any time now. He's a great drooler. Loves his cereal and baby food. Loves his bottles. Has a great screaming voice . But, really doesn't appreciate a ride in the car seat for any reason!</div>
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Look how happy! Look at that dimple! Our lives are so blessed by our grandkids. There have been a lot of changes for our family in the last 2 months and there are more to come. I guess sometimes they aren't so easy to talk or type about. But, I'm gonna try. Hope you enjoyed catching up with me for a minute. Happy 4th of July!</div>
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Well, it's a new year and I have already broken a resolution. That was to blog once a week. Not for your sake but, for mine. I feel I have always strggled to put how I feel into words and I want to work at more and more.</div>
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This is a blog I really didn't think I would be doing.</div>
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A blog in memory of someone.</div>
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Someone dear.</div>
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Someone close.</div>
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Someone who's not with us here on earth anymore.</div>
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Someone who gave me the greatest gift besides Jesus I have ever recieved, My husband.</div>
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That someone is Dorothy Hanselman.</div>
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My husbands mom. My Mom in law.</div>
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I remember the first time I met her. She was a teacher of Missionettes at our church. And we were at a weekend away and there was a silly fashion show and I was picked to be the silly model ( imagine that!) I believe I was about 10 years old maybe. And I wore her dress and they were all laughing as they made me up into this model and I walked out and posed as everyone laughed and someone described my outfit.</div>
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. The Hanselmans attended the same church as we did and I always knew all of them.I was more friends with Ray's younger brother and sister because of our ages but, I knew Ray a little bit.</div>
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But, things change and kids grow up. </div>
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Fast forward about 6 years and Ray and Jana are a couple now.</div>
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On Friday nights the Hanselmans always and I do mean always had steak and fried potatoes. Well, that was our date night and sometimes we would go out to eat but, mostly we would go to their house and eat steak! And I remember eating my salad and it would have things in it that I didn't like. For example...tomatoes, onions, cucumbers, etc. I pretty much used to eat lettuce and croutons back then. How silly.</div>
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But, she noticed that I picked those things out of my salad.</div>
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So, she started doing the salad like a salad bar.</div>
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One big bowl for lettuce and a lazy susan type of things for all the different vegetables. And you know what? She did that just for me. And she continued that until now. Once I told her , I like everything in the salads now but, she just kept on just in case one of the Grandkids didn't like something.</div>
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That's how she was. If she knew you liked something or didn't, she did what she could to make your life easier about it.</div>
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I could go on and on with many examples.</div>
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She was a lady who was always smiling and giggling though, life had thrown her quite a few curve balls and pain.</div>
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Every important event in all our lives, she has been there. And every important day in her life, we were with her too.</div>
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She and I even gave birth on the same day with a few years in between. That was a special bond.</div>
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Last year on her birthday, we have her a little Wizard of Oz Birthday dinner. It was my grandaughters idea. Since Grandmas name was Dorothy. </div>
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We had no idea that just a few months later she wouldn't be here anymore.</div>
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On December 18th, at 9:58 in the morning she left here. She left all the pains and worries and hurt here. She entered into the presence of her Lord and Savior Jesus Christ. As we all gathered around her. I cried hearing Ray say...it's okay Mom, we're okay...go on to be with Jesus and see Dad. She had such a love for her husband George and living the last 15 years without him has been hard. </div>
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She loved her family more than life itself.</div>
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We were never together that she wasn't bragging on what someone else in the family was doing.</div>
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She didn't like facebook.</div>
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We were never together that she didn't have something to say about that also.</div>
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She was one of the most healthy and clean and modest ladies I have ever known.</div>
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She made the yummiest pot roast with carrots and potatoes.</div>
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She had a green thumb.</div>
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She loved taking pictures of her family.</div>
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She loved her church and teaching Sunday School.</div>
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She was a voluteer at our hospital.</div>
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She was a pink lady and a cuddler for the preemie babies.</div>
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She lost a baby, Joseph, over 40 years ago and cuddling those babies was a special part of her heart.</div>
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This Christmas was special. But, she was missing and it just made it seem almost unreal.</div>
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And this next year ahead, all the firsts of her not being here will be hard.</div>
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But, I tell you this.</div>
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I know exactly where she is.</div>
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I know who she is worshipping!</div>
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I am thrilled for her!</div>
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I know she is reunited with so many loved ones.</div>
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About one week before she passed away. Ray was staying the night with her and he was playing music for her on the computer.</div>
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She asked him to play the worship song, BECAUSE OF WHO YOU ARE.</div>
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He did and he said he looked over on the couch. She was lying there on her back with her precious hands raised up worshipping Jesus.</div>
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That is one awesome memory for Ray and for all of us.</div>
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That's the song that was sung at her funeral.</div>
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I thank God for the life of Dorothy Winnie Haseltine Hanselman-York.</div>
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She lived 71 years here but, she lives on forever</div>
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in eternity with Jesus Christ!</div>
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I will see her again!</div>
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We will see her again!</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b>So was the spinach dip.</b></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b>And so was the grape salad, the b-b-que sammies and the crossaints filled with chicken salad.</b></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b>Everyone had a mason jar decked out with a mustache to drink from. I love it!</b></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b>Even special little straws. They thought of everything!</b></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b>This is Karah and Camaray. They gave Kiera the shower and did such a fantastic job!</b></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b>Such sweet, pretty and creative friends!</b></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b>There was even a craft for you to make these adorable onesies for the little Mister!</b></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b>Kiera and Katie. Special friends!</b></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b>All you had to do was iron on some bowties to your onesie to make these one of a kinds!</b></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b>Ohh....goodies for baby boy Aaron Maximus.</b></td></tr>
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<br />Janahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07168848478601668264noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7496415843673602135.post-64645310166068137932012-10-26T08:12:00.001-07:002012-10-26T08:13:17.283-07:00My Favorite Things ( for fall)<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr align="center"><td class="tr-caption"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">I thought I would share some of my most favorite things this month. I'm starting with my most favorite fragrance. LOLA by MARC JACOBS. My daughter gave it to me for my birthday this year. It smells sooo good. Ohhh-la la. And the cute bottle is so fun. I have a problem that everytime I use is, I HAVE, I mean HAVE to start singing..."Her name was Lola, she was a showgirl with yellow feathers in her hair and a dress cut down to there. She would meringue and do the cha-cha and while she tried to be a star", ......you get the idea. I was a serious Barry Manilow fan when I was a teen!</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">These are my most favorite pair of boots. My Mom gave them to me for Christmas two years ago. I can't even describe how comfy they are. They are the shoes I pick to wear if I am going to have to wear shoes all day and be on my feet. The heel is just the right height with all my jeans</span> .</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">And after having them and wearing them a TON, they aren't hardly scuffed at all. And I am rough on shoes! And then something happens everytime I put them on and I do mean EVERYTIME. I start singing....".These boots are made for walking and that's just what they'll do and one of these days these boots are gonna walk all over you". It's a blessing and a curse to love music as much as I do. There is always some song going though my mind!</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">This is a cookie cutter I found on clearance at Target and it makes the perfect sized turkey sandwich for my Grandprincess. She loves turkey sandwiches for lunch and they always taste better when they are cut in fun shapes.</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">My daughter got this for me. It is an apple corer. I love it! I have for about two months been eating an apple a day for the health benefits. I actually got the idea from a guest on the ELLEN SHOW and I have noticed little changes. So, my favorite apples are the HONEY CRISP and with this little tool, I just push out the center and then I can eat the whole thing with no waste! It's awesome. And I have to tell you....I do sing this song in my head when I am preparing my apple." An Apple A Day Keeps the Doctor Away...have you had an apple today?" I told you, never a time there isn't a song floating through me head!</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Because of the cooler fall weather, I have felt like baking this week. I made this PUMPKIN BREAD. I got the recipe from Pinterest. Thank you, Pinterest, for giving me more things to do than I can ever get to! But, the recipe was easy and it made two loaves and I was surprised at how yummy it was. I gave one away and we are nibbling on the other one. And those are NOT raisins in there, I would not, could not, ever desecrate any food with those horrible little things. It's pecans. "Pecans and walnuts and hazelnuts, almonds and all other crazelnuts." You know the fruitcake song, right?</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">While I was baking, we had some leftover bananas and so, more bread! Yum! My daughter in love gave me a pan that had eight of these loaf sizes in it so, it's fun to make the bread in it and share some and give it away. We gave away the others and this is what's left. I think it's funny. The one on the right is the one that everyone just pinches off a piece of when they walk by. I took this picture last night. And it was gone this morning. I love BANANA BREAD. Sometimes I call it Jana Banana Bread or Bella Bread.</span></td></tr>
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<br />Janahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07168848478601668264noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7496415843673602135.post-66644470250316221772012-10-19T07:45:00.002-07:002012-10-19T07:45:59.480-07:00Going To The Chapel<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr align="center"><td class="tr-caption">This past weekend my daughter and I threw a wedding shower for our sweet friend, Sarah.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">And cupcakes, of course. Can't go wrong with cupcakes.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We had this idea to ask Jeff a few things that he loved about Sarah (without her knowing) and then we painted some frames grey and printed what he said and framed it. It made the table decor simple but, personalized for Sarah.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I think his words made her cry a little bit. He got some major fiance points on Sunday!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Instead of a sign in book. We had stone and everyone signed their name on one side and then a word for marriage on the other. Then they will have a nice table centerpiece reminding them of good things about being married.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Everyone was happy to have something to take home with them. I did eat a couple of them before the shower and after.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">By the way, ladies do not eat as many breadsticks as men do. We still have a refridgerator full of them.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Rachel, the gracious and hard working host.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Sarah, the bride-to-be with one of the things her hubby-to-be said about her.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Sarah enjoying all her gifts and Laura writing them down. You know the drill. Gotta get those thank you notes out. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My dear friend, Marta is Sarah's Mom. We are blessed to be a part of this happy time in their lives.</td></tr>
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<br />Janahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07168848478601668264noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7496415843673602135.post-75586380356648952102012-10-08T07:37:00.002-07:002012-10-08T07:38:03.896-07:00Always and Forever<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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We were married on October 7, 1983. He was 22. I was 17. Young Love. Not so young anymore. We have been married now for 29 years. We have gone through many seasons together. </div>
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He said I DO.</div>
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Happy Anniversary to my best friend.</div>
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I love sharing covers with you.</div>
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I love sharing a bowl of popcorn with you on the couch.</div>
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I love sharing children and grandchildren with you.</div>
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I love sharing life with you.</div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Here I go again attempting a post without photos. For some reason, I just always want a picture to remember things by but, sometimes words will just have to do. </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">I titled this Don't Blink after a Kenny Chesney song. My reason? I guess because once again I am seeing my family grow up right before my eyes and it's happening so quickly. </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">I took a photo of our front door but, what I wanted you to see didn't show up. Our front door is glass from top to bottom, you can see in and you can see out. Sometimes it's uncomfortable to have everyone be able to see in. I mean what if one of us is walking around naked? Well, I don't think that ever happens but, it could or maybe it does. Hmmm.... And then this morning when some guys were selling steaks out of their car trunks, I know they saw I was here but, I didn't feel like answering the door. But, we always know who's at the door. No doubt about it.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">When our Grandaughter started walking around here about 3 years ago, going to the front door putting her little chubby hands on the glass and looking out was such a treat for her. And especially if the dog or the cat were on the front porch or mostly when it was her Pop Pop coming in for lunch or her Mommy and Daddy picking her up. At the end of the day, after she had gone home, I would see her little handprints and it just made me smile. I wouldn't windex them off. To me they said....she was here. </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Then I would think about all the times our three kids were little and I was striving to be a "Good Housekeeping kind of wife and mom" and I would windex every finger print and hand print off of everything. I believe I gave up some opportunities to just enjoy their ages in pursuit of being Suzy Housekeeper. And that makes me sad.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">So, I forgave myself for that and realized I can't change anything in the past and I know my kids grew up knowing I loved them and they all still learned how to clean a little in the process.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">But, my role now is different. I am a Mom to three grown kids and a Grandmother to a beautiful grandaughter and soon to be a handsome grandson and I treasure every smear, smudge and hand and fingerprint left on the doors, windows and tabletops. Of course, they still have to be cleaned sometimes but, mostly I leave them and I smile. Because I know I will blink and these little ones will be grown,too.</span></span></div>
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Don't blink<br />
Just like that you're six years old and you take a nap and you<br />
Wake up and you're twenty-five and your high school sweetheart becomes your wife<br />
Don't blink<br />
You just might miss your babies growing like mine did<br />
Turning into moms and dads next thing you know your "better half"<br />
Of fifty years is there in bed<br />
And you're praying God takes you instead<br />
Trust me friend a hundred years goes faster than you think<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">She tackled the swimming under water thing and we can't stop smiling while we watch her. She is a fish. Or is she a mermaid? Hmmm....</span></span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">She was only three years old. That's very impressive in our book!</span></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">I guess the olympics this summer was inspiring to her. She also went to see Les Miserables two times and she now knows all the songs from it and we listen to it in the car and sing along. A lot!</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">She also turned another birthday old! She's four! Already! Wow! And this year her gift was hiding behind this sheet.</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">I don't think her Mom and Dad can keep her away. She's a fabulous cook already!</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">Isn't that smile amazing? Also two days before her fourth birthday, she started her academic career. She is in 4k now.</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">She also got girl legos and those are fun to play with with her Pop Pop.</span></td></tr>
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I know I love being her "Nay" and I wouldn't trade it for anything in the world!</h3>
Janahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07168848478601668264noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7496415843673602135.post-29614065741162185972012-06-18T07:49:00.000-07:002012-06-18T07:49:00.622-07:00Down in the Quarter<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I won't give up.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I'll try again.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">We will eat some delicious beignets from scratch at home one day.</span><br />
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<strong><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">3. A spend the night party with my # 1 Grandprincess.</span></strong></div>
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<strong><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">4. Eating fish that were caught by my baby son.</span></strong></div>
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<strong><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">5. The rain and how beautiful it made our hydrangea bush.</span></strong></div>
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<strong><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">6. The time to read a book about someones life who loves the Lord.</span></strong></div>
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<strong><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">7.The Lord really speaking to my heart about several things that are heavy on my heart.</span></strong></div>
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<br /><strong><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">8. A nap everyday with the princess.</span></strong></div>
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<strong><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">9. Going to church and hearing my husband teach a Bible Study. </span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">10. Watching the princess take a bath and hearing her sing...I will search for you and I will find you, I will find you...with all my heart.</span></strong></div>
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<strong><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">Sometimes it's the little things that all add up to the big thing. The big thing is....there are always things to be thankful for.</span></strong></div>
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<strong><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">The other big thing is how much Jesus loves us.</span></strong></div>
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<strong><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">In everything GIVE THANKS for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus concerning you. 1 Thessalonians 5:18</span></strong></div>Janahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07168848478601668264noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7496415843673602135.post-10928782996372873242012-05-31T20:30:00.003-07:002012-05-31T20:30:48.696-07:00Little Boy Blue<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Today is May the 31st.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">On May 31st, 1991, I had a baby boy.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">He was too early. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">19 1/2 weeks.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">He weighed less than a pound.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">He was five inches long.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">He was our son.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">We loved him.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">He was already gone.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">But, I know the arms of my Savior welcomed him in.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">I think of him everyday.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">I wonder what he would look like.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">Would he have had brown eyes like his Dad and his brothers and sister?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">Of would he have had green eyes like me?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">Would he be musical and comical like his brothers?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">Would he be serious and more sensitive like his sister?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">Would he have played sports? Ran for class president?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">Would he like to fish?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">Would he love coca-cola?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">I will never know here on this earth.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">But, I know. I know. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">I know beyond a shadow of a doubt that one day...<br />we will meet. He is with Jesus.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">We will unite one day.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">2 Samuel</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">But, now he is dead, wherefore should I fast? can I bring him back again? I shall go to him, but,he shall not return to me.</span></div>
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A lot has been going around here the past couple of months.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">Rachel, my daugther and Ray, my husband celebrated another birthday!</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">She turned 26.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">He turned 51.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">We call celebrated together with lunch at Whataburger and grilled steaks at </span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">Poppa and Moma Catty's house.</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">We just have a thing for Whatabuger and even ate there for Mother's Day this year also.</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">Zac has been doing a lot of bass fishing on the lake and is just catching them like crazy! </span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">He throws them all back so they can get bigger.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">Everyone likes to come to our house and fish with Zac.</span></td></tr>
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My daughter in love, Kiera celebrated another birthday also.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: small;">Oh and I celebrated another birthday.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: small;">I turned 46. Wow. I didn't know people lived to be this old.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: small;">We celebrated by all eating Chinese food for lunch. ( that's my favorite)</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">These are my parents, Lamar and Catty.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">We had a delicious dinner over at their house that night.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">Everyone spoiled me rotten.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">I am so rotten I am stinking.</span></td></tr>
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<span style="font-size: small;">My Grandprincess had her first dance recital.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">She had both sets of Grandparents in the audience watching her along with two Great Grandmothers and one Great Grandfather, 2 aunts and 1 Uncle.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"> We were all so proud and she was the most beautiful things!</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">Everyone brought her so many flowers that she needed help carrying them.</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">And then one more birthday and our birthday season is finished for a couple of months.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">My son, Michael had a birthday.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">He turned 28.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">How can that be?</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">I thought I was only 28.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">Oh ouch....I'm 46.</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">I made a decopauged M with pictures of him when he was a little boy and we put his face on a Pirate Pinata. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">He thought it was funny.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"> I did too.</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">We hung it up on the basketball goal and let Miss B swing and swing and she had so much fun. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">After a while we got her Daddy to try and finally all the candy came out.</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">I hope you've enjoyed seeing what our family has been doing since March.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">Whew.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">We need a break from all the birthday cake!</span></td></tr>
</tbody></table>Janahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07168848478601668264noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7496415843673602135.post-22958792642050039592012-03-18T16:15:00.015-07:002012-03-18T16:28:39.646-07:00It's Not Easy Being Green<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E02aYsMaLFA/T2Ztv754IGI/AAAAAAAAFCc/se-ooTfqu9I/s1600/DSC_0002.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 268px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5721381046922518626" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E02aYsMaLFA/T2Ztv754IGI/AAAAAAAAFCc/se-ooTfqu9I/s400/DSC_0002.JPG" /></a>My Mom came over while I was feeling sickly this week and brought 2 things.<br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JoKIVrJtgqE/T2Ztp_w8omI/AAAAAAAAFCQ/Hgn9QMk_3SI/s1600/DSC_0003.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 268px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5721380944879592034" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JoKIVrJtgqE/T2Ztp_w8omI/AAAAAAAAFCQ/Hgn9QMk_3SI/s400/DSC_0003.JPG" /></a>Some light green mesh ribbon and some pipe cleaners.<br /> I already had an old grapevine wreath.<br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nk6OlrHfxB0/T2ZtlCwgZYI/AAAAAAAAFCE/okuBV-ys3xg/s1600/DSC_0004.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 268px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5721380859783701890" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nk6OlrHfxB0/T2ZtlCwgZYI/AAAAAAAAFCE/okuBV-ys3xg/s400/DSC_0004.JPG" /></a>She showed me how to make something really beautiful.<br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oIf1YbRd-Lg/T2Ztfa9iHDI/AAAAAAAAFB4/9Ie-G6ifyK4/s1600/DSC_0006.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 268px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5721380763201575986" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oIf1YbRd-Lg/T2Ztfa9iHDI/AAAAAAAAFB4/9Ie-G6ifyK4/s400/DSC_0006.JPG" /></a>First you take the pipe cleaners and space them all around.</div><div> I think we used 12 of them and have them tucked behind the grapevines and</div><div>evenly spaced them around.<br /></div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ulzv6XUT2Ik/T2ZtZCn4yII/AAAAAAAAFBs/tM6ee22jd7A/s1600/DSC_0007.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 268px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5721380653589121154" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ulzv6XUT2Ik/T2ZtZCn4yII/AAAAAAAAFBs/tM6ee22jd7A/s400/DSC_0007.JPG" /></a>Then she took the mesh and started doing this with it.<br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pFvtE4UT_qM/T2ZtUA69QEI/AAAAAAAAFBg/GemQbhJAjwQ/s1600/DSC_0008.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 268px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5721380567232888898" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pFvtE4UT_qM/T2ZtUA69QEI/AAAAAAAAFBg/GemQbhJAjwQ/s400/DSC_0008.JPG" /></a> And then some of this.<br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OsPgZx01JjY/T2ZtOMASMvI/AAAAAAAAFBU/k31RyA9RaKY/s1600/DSC_0009.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 268px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5721380467128808178" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OsPgZx01JjY/T2ZtOMASMvI/AAAAAAAAFBU/k31RyA9RaKY/s400/DSC_0009.JPG" /></a>And you go around the wreath making one loop point toward the inside and one loop point toward the outside.<br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xYLvKE9T7-s/T2ZtJn9yawI/AAAAAAAAFBI/pYPSAu7ZWv8/s1600/DSC_0010.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 268px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5721380388735183618" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xYLvKE9T7-s/T2ZtJn9yawI/AAAAAAAAFBI/pYPSAu7ZWv8/s400/DSC_0010.JPG" /></a>And then you go around the wreath one more time doing the opposite that you did before.<br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RdV4WcjAP8A/T2ZtEKN6EPI/AAAAAAAAFA8/B-yT5bqYp9M/s1600/DSC_0011.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 268px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5721380294850384114" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RdV4WcjAP8A/T2ZtEKN6EPI/AAAAAAAAFA8/B-yT5bqYp9M/s400/DSC_0011.JPG" /></a>See?<br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GBk7NwMk6sM/T2Zs_jnZK_I/AAAAAAAAFAw/Ao0jXD02IwA/s1600/DSC_0012.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 268px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5721380215768820722" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GBk7NwMk6sM/T2Zs_jnZK_I/AAAAAAAAFAw/Ao0jXD02IwA/s400/DSC_0012.JPG" /></a>It took her hands and mine to hold it down and she did all the fluffing.<br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fUHTRUhyQLg/T2Zs69kGyXI/AAAAAAAAFAk/s1n8Kjr0s20/s1600/DSC_0013.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 268px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5721380136835008882" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fUHTRUhyQLg/T2Zs69kGyXI/AAAAAAAAFAk/s1n8Kjr0s20/s400/DSC_0013.JPG" /></a>And when it's all completed....<br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H8-HZDe4fUE/T2Zszl3MxMI/AAAAAAAAFAY/8P2dWvKx1wo/s1600/003.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 268px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5721380010213557442" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H8-HZDe4fUE/T2Zszl3MxMI/AAAAAAAAFAY/8P2dWvKx1wo/s400/003.JPG" /></a>Wala! A beautiful spring wreath for the front door!<br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0LeQQbRxjWA/T2ZsutXPs-I/AAAAAAAAFAM/9inD6hfPfjI/s1600/005.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 268px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5721379926327669730" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0LeQQbRxjWA/T2ZsutXPs-I/AAAAAAAAFAM/9inD6hfPfjI/s400/005.JPG" /></a>With this lime green color all the pollen will just blend right in!</div><div>Hope you like it! </div><div>It makes me smile when I come in the front door!</div><div>Jesus is risen!<br /></div><div> </div><div> </div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><br /></div>Janahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07168848478601668264noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7496415843673602135.post-3032225935240819102012-02-26T17:20:00.021-08:002012-02-26T17:47:49.011-08:00Somewhere Over the Rainbow<div align="center"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 268px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5713621917179889730" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Qc27SjSCj6g/T0rc3JJkyEI/AAAAAAAAE4s/4U_RArA2CME/s400/DSC_0118.JPG" /><strong>We celebrated another birthday a couple of weeks ago.</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>My Mother in laws.</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>I was talking about what to cook and what to do and my sweet Grandaughter said, we should give her a "Dorothy party". Which meant a Wizard of Oz Party. That is one of our all time favorites and since her name is Dorothy. Wala! We had a theme.</strong><br /></div><div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uUmrgId695c/T0rcv3nKUfI/AAAAAAAAE4g/njDFPYwd0Mw/s1600/DSC_0119.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 268px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5713621792213062130" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uUmrgId695c/T0rcv3nKUfI/AAAAAAAAE4g/njDFPYwd0Mw/s400/DSC_0119.JPG" /></a><strong>We only bought a couple of things because I save all things birthday around here and we had fun trying to make the place look festive.</strong><br /><div><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 268px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5713621658498389602" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vzIqv1YB5Yw/T0rcoFfGVmI/AAAAAAAAE4U/ODJue7oG0Jc/s400/DSC_0121.JPG" /><strong>Green streamers and some homemade signs gave Miss Dorothy a nice birthday welcome when she came in the door.</strong><br /><div><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 268px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5713621546431433394" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kfUnTfScQN8/T0rchkAQSrI/AAAAAAAAE4I/hE8RV50vKsk/s400/DSC_0122.JPG" /><strong>Rachel really didn't think I would take this picture, let alone publish it. Ha! </strong></div><div><strong>I guess birthdays bring out the crazy in her.</strong><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uhWie1NvIJk/T0rcaLIsDJI/AAAAAAAAE38/JOMp_YcTGAA/s1600/DSC_0126.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 268px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5713621419496836242" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uhWie1NvIJk/T0rcaLIsDJI/AAAAAAAAE38/JOMp_YcTGAA/s400/DSC_0126.JPG" /></a><strong>We used an old Wizard of Oz calendar and cut photos out of it to decorate the table with and then we used construction paper to cut out "poppies".</strong><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gwakNj6g944/T0rcS4d0ltI/AAAAAAAAE3w/9I14J_ZBtdo/s1600/DSC_0128.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 268px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5713621294226118354" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gwakNj6g944/T0rcS4d0ltI/AAAAAAAAE3w/9I14J_ZBtdo/s400/DSC_0128.JPG" /></a><strong>The yellow tablecloth was the yellow brick road. The red napkins were for the ruby red slippers and the light blue ribbon on the candle sticks were for Dorothy's dress.</strong><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CLQ4KIAnLQQ/T0rcM8Ezk_I/AAAAAAAAE3k/NOvFeGii4Qk/s1600/DSC_0129.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 268px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5713621192115721202" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CLQ4KIAnLQQ/T0rcM8Ezk_I/AAAAAAAAE3k/NOvFeGii4Qk/s400/DSC_0129.JPG" /></a><strong>Here was the centerpiece on the buffet.</strong><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UGSE0LWal54/T0rcFrv2o8I/AAAAAAAAE3Y/PD7YRI8Sc4w/s1600/DSC_0132.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 268px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5713621067473789890" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UGSE0LWal54/T0rcFrv2o8I/AAAAAAAAE3Y/PD7YRI8Sc4w/s400/DSC_0132.JPG" /></a><strong>The green glasses were from the Emerald City.</strong><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jt9Wg9WfYSQ/T0rb__4O2qI/AAAAAAAAE3M/in1SilvbCa0/s1600/DSC_0133.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 268px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5713620969798425250" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jt9Wg9WfYSQ/T0rb__4O2qI/AAAAAAAAE3M/in1SilvbCa0/s400/DSC_0133.JPG" /></a> <strong>We had fun finding things around the house to use and we just wanted Grandma Hanselman to feel special for a little while.</strong><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-035IIIPgF7I/T0rb3W5PRYI/AAAAAAAAE3A/L8aFtno0dsI/s1600/DSC_0134.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 268px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5713620821357839746" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-035IIIPgF7I/T0rb3W5PRYI/AAAAAAAAE3A/L8aFtno0dsI/s400/DSC_0134.JPG" /></a><strong>She loves mexican food. So we had TinMan Tacos.</strong><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Mc23bDHa8c0/T0rbwYsgp6I/AAAAAAAAE20/0HnNrXXa-H4/s1600/DSC_0135.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 268px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5713620701582239650" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Mc23bDHa8c0/T0rbwYsgp6I/AAAAAAAAE20/0HnNrXXa-H4/s400/DSC_0135.JPG" /></a><strong>And also a delicious Cowardly Lion Chicken Enchilada Casserole.( got the recipe off of Pinterest...very yum!)</strong><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H1WVKNUQv7Y/T0rbqg0dM8I/AAAAAAAAE2o/a6Zx0bmu8RU/s1600/DSC_0136.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 268px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5713620600683836354" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H1WVKNUQv7Y/T0rbqg0dM8I/AAAAAAAAE2o/a6Zx0bmu8RU/s400/DSC_0136.JPG" /></a><strong>Also some Scarecrow Tortilla Soup.</strong><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3sJQlFUm5LQ/T0rbiQXlTNI/AAAAAAAAE2c/i0d_c9bx3RI/s1600/DSC_0141.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 268px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5713620458828811474" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3sJQlFUm5LQ/T0rbiQXlTNI/AAAAAAAAE2c/i0d_c9bx3RI/s400/DSC_0141.JPG" /></a><strong>Then for the birthday desert. We called it the Ruby Red Slippers Cake. It had strawberries all in it. It was delicious!</strong><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gdJ5xzruHLk/T0rba2HlSXI/AAAAAAAAE2Q/CVzOL4N3FYE/s1600/DSC_0142.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 268px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5713620331523295602" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gdJ5xzruHLk/T0rba2HlSXI/AAAAAAAAE2Q/CVzOL4N3FYE/s400/DSC_0142.JPG" /></a><strong>And of course, some birthday gifts for her.</strong><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Vpf-ad72Tfg/T0rbTQv8jrI/AAAAAAAAE2E/dXrLa9hkqqE/s1600/DSC_0145.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 268px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5713620201232961202" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Vpf-ad72Tfg/T0rbTQv8jrI/AAAAAAAAE2E/dXrLa9hkqqE/s400/DSC_0145.JPG" /></a><strong>To top off a wonderful family birthday night. Our very own impressionist sang "Somewhere over the rainbow" to all of us about 15 times.</strong><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YnBHlpabzLs/T0rbMYn2cDI/AAAAAAAAE14/KJYtP42C7Lo/s1600/DSC_0152.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 268px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5713620083087405106" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YnBHlpabzLs/T0rbMYn2cDI/AAAAAAAAE14/KJYtP42C7Lo/s400/DSC_0152.JPG" /></a><strong>It made all of us cry a little. She wore her "Dorothy" dress, too.</strong><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4k9A3cpCDvI/T0rbGSwYVbI/AAAAAAAAE1s/irtnNoYyRIk/s1600/DSC_0153.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 268px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5713619978433353138" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4k9A3cpCDvI/T0rbGSwYVbI/AAAAAAAAE1s/irtnNoYyRIk/s400/DSC_0153.JPG" /></a><strong>She even acted it out while she sang. It was awesome!</strong><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-E5NWrDb6bHQ/T0ra8ENWpyI/AAAAAAAAE1g/_H2FJpi1ch0/s1600/DSC_0156.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 268px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5713619802729654050" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-E5NWrDb6bHQ/T0ra8ENWpyI/AAAAAAAAE1g/_H2FJpi1ch0/s400/DSC_0156.JPG" /></a>HappH<strong>Happy Birthday, Grandma and may you have many many more "Dorothy" birthdays!</strong><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-i85SMiyihFs/T0razvhh9SI/AAAAAAAAE1U/EEqtRrKMSx0/s1600/DSC_0159.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 268px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5713619659738182946" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-i85SMiyihFs/T0razvhh9SI/AAAAAAAAE1U/EEqtRrKMSx0/s400/DSC_0159.JPG" /></a><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Janahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07168848478601668264noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7496415843673602135.post-27790971660392353722012-01-24T06:11:00.000-08:002012-01-24T07:06:07.514-08:00Unanswered Prayers<div align="center"><strong>Here I am stepping out and doing a post without photos. Sorry if you only like to look at pictures. I have none.</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>I want to share a small time this past summer that the Lord send a calm in the midst of a hugh storm for my family.</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>My youngest son, Zac, graduated from High School in June and he also passed the physical and signed up in the Delayed Entry Program of the US Marines. That meant he would be leaving later for basic training and would train here and work up until that time. All was looking good.</strong></div><div align="center"><strong> He had a job and then a month later, everything changed on one evening.</strong></div><div align="center"><strong></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong>We had just gone to bed and turned off everything and he and his friend had just left the house to go "jam" with their guitars at another friends house.</strong></div><div><strong> All of a sudden the power went out.</strong></div><div><strong> It was July 3rd and it was hot. </strong></div><div><strong></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong>So, I just layed there thought about how hot it was going to get with the air not working.</strong><strong>Then my cell phone rang. It was Zac. "Mah, I just had a wreck, I think my ankles are broken" I thought he was joking because he had just had a small wreck about a week before.</strong></div><div align="center"><strong> I told him that wasn't funny. And then I heard that tone in his voice. I asked him where they were and they were still in our neighborhood. I said we would be right there.</strong></div><div align="center"><strong> Well, it was one of those nights where the moon was MIA and we couldn't see anything. I was dropping things and tripping and trying to hurry and the panick was starting to set in.My daughter, Rachel, lives downstairs and she heard the commotion and came up the stairs with a lit candle. Which was a huge blessing. We were able to get dressed and go up the street.</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>We found Zac and his friend in the front seat of his car which was completely smashed head on into a giant pine tree.</strong></div><div align="center"><strong> "Lord, help us".</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>It was a mess. They had hit a transformer and dragged it under the car and it crushed in the floorboard where Zac's feet were. He had no idea when he walked out of the house that night, that he wouldn't be walking again for three months. </strong></div><div align="center"><strong> </strong></div><div align="center"><strong>Anyway, it was just a very painful scene and though, I was in a constant prayer and communication with the Lord, there were times, I thought I would lose it. He was hurting so bad and couldn't get out of the car and starting to pass out. The ambulance came, took him to the hospital and we met them there and spent the next five days in the hospital. After all the tests it showed he had both ankles broken. One was fractured and the other was crushed all over. It would need surgery. The swelling was enormous and the pain he was in was unspeakable.</strong></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><strong> That first night, around two am, they put us in a room and everyone else went home to get some rest. It was he and I and the pain just couldn't be managed and not to ever embarass my brave son, but, he was moaning and crying out. And as his mom, I couldn't do one thing to help him. They had a hard time figuring out which medicine to give him and what strength. It was just horrible.</strong></div><div align="center"><strong> I was trying to say anything to keep his mind off the pain or to distract him. Nothing was working. We both were crying. I was praying and praying and this went for hours.</strong></div><div align="center"><strong> Helpless. Scared. Sad. What about the Marines? How can he work now? What if the break is so bad he won't walk? All these things going through my mind. In between these thoughts. </strong></div><div align="center"><strong>Lord, you are in control. </strong></div><div align="center"><strong></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong>Lord, you knew this would happen.</strong></div><div align="center"><strong> Lord, you have allowed this.</strong></div><div align="center"><strong> Lord, calm his heart.</strong></div><div align="center"><strong> Lord, help him relax. </strong></div><div align="center"><strong>Lord, we dedicated him to you as a baby, he's in YOUR HANDS.</strong></div><div align="center"><strong> Help him, Lord!</strong></div><div align="center"><strong> So, as he wrestled with this new pain. I just sat there and prayed outloud for hours. Finally around six am. I was so exhausted for him and for me and I wanted him to just sleep and he couldn't and it just felt so desparate. But, the Lord put a song in my heart. Zac probably doesn't even remember it. But, I began to softly sing this song that we used to sing at our church. I changed a few words to fit for Zac.</strong></div><div><strong> Here's the song;</strong></div><div><strong> QUIET MY MIND, LORD</strong></div><div><strong><br /> MAKE ME STILL BEFORE YOU<br /> </strong></div><div><strong> CALM MY RESTLESS HEART, LORD </strong></div><div><strong> </strong></div><div align="left"><strong> MAKE ME MORE LIKE YOU </strong></div><strong><div><br /></div></strong><div align="center"><strong> RAISE UP MY HANDS</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>THAT ARE HANGING DOWN</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>STRENGTHEN MY FEEBLE KNEES</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>MAY YOUR LOVE AND JOY ABOUND</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>FILL ME WITH YOUR PEACE</strong></div><div><strong></strong> </div><div><strong> I sang...</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>quiet HIS mind, Lord</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>make HIM still before You<br />calm HIS restless heart, Lord</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>make HIM more like You</strong></div><div><strong></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong>raise up HIS hands</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>that are hanging down</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>strengthen HIS feeble knees</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>may Your love and joy abound</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>fill HIM with Your peace</strong></div><div><strong></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong> And after singing it through 20 times or more, he relaxed, he took deeper breaths and he fell asleep. Just like when he was a baby. Music and prayer calmed his restlessness. I cried. I cried a lot over the next few months. Watching your baby suffer and struggle equals crying for me. Watching him struggle through the surgery and the very long recovery was just very difficult. I think watching your kids hurt, really does hurt worse than if it was you.</strong></div><div><strong></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong>There were many more times during this summer that the Lord just stepped in and calmed and took care of that it's too much to write now but, I just wanted to share one. Those three months of recovery were not easy. There were very dark days but, with Jesus, Zac overcame. He's walking, running, riding a bike. He has a new job that he loves. But, the Marines is in limbo as he has screws and plates in that ankle. But, like the song...Unanswered Prayers, we have confidence that God is directing Zac's steps.</strong></div><div align="center"><strong></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong>If God anwers your prayers, </strong></div><div align="center"><strong>He is increasing your faith</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>If God delays, </strong></div><div align="center"><strong>He is increasing your patience</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>If God doesn't answer,</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>He has something better for you.</strong></div><div align="center"><strong></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong>Psalm 46:1</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>God is our refuge and strength, a very present help in trouble.</strong></div>Janahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07168848478601668264noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7496415843673602135.post-5179980592684961652012-01-03T11:30:00.000-08:002012-01-03T11:48:14.680-08:00Signed, Sealed, Delivered<div align="center">Do you ever feel really really bad when it's time to put away the Christmas cards?</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Especially the ones with these awesomely cute family photos?</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Especially the ones with the cutie patootie kids on them? </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Yet... you know you have clean up the Christmas decor and well, what are you gonna do?</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Here's what I came up with.</div><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pbuNVxH4nQE/TwNYbRkU7dI/AAAAAAAAE1A/1cHA32oQ0mY/s1600/DSC_0005.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 268px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693491579521920466" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pbuNVxH4nQE/TwNYbRkU7dI/AAAAAAAAE1A/1cHA32oQ0mY/s400/DSC_0005.JPG" /></a>I started a few years ago making a collage out of them on our bulletin board. </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">That way we all can keep enjoying seeing our friends and family everyday.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">And I know what a family goes through to make these cards and I don't want to waste anyones time or money.</div><div align="center"><br /> </div><div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--82T-_R4Ljc/TwNYWoU6bvI/AAAAAAAAE00/ripY64Aq-h4/s1600/DSC_0007.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 268px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693491499731939058" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--82T-_R4Ljc/TwNYWoU6bvI/AAAAAAAAE00/ripY64Aq-h4/s400/DSC_0007.JPG" /></a>And I just like looking at people I love.<br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mLTALmslrOQ/TwNYSUwhWEI/AAAAAAAAE0o/HthKY0P56_M/s1600/DSC_0008.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 268px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693491425759549506" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mLTALmslrOQ/TwNYSUwhWEI/AAAAAAAAE0o/HthKY0P56_M/s400/DSC_0008.JPG" /></a>When our kids were little we started a tradition that on the beginning of the New Year we would put all the Christmas cards in a basket and leave it near the dinner table.<br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HbyFiddgHxI/TwNYNrBak_I/AAAAAAAAE0c/dRyUr7CjbjA/s1600/DSC_0009.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 268px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693491345836643314" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HbyFiddgHxI/TwNYNrBak_I/AAAAAAAAE0c/dRyUr7CjbjA/s400/DSC_0009.JPG" /></a>And each night we would pull out a Christmas card and when we prayed for our dinner, we would also pray for that family or that person that sent us that card.<br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pAFkUdSnoic/TwNYIzyNHKI/AAAAAAAAE0Q/K6C32YQ5jVs/s1600/DSC_0010.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 268px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693491262289419426" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pAFkUdSnoic/TwNYIzyNHKI/AAAAAAAAE0Q/K6C32YQ5jVs/s400/DSC_0010.JPG" /></a>It was a fun tradition for many years. </div><div> </div><div>But, it did have it's drawbacks as the kids would fight over who did it last night and who gets to do it this night and well, you get that mental picture don't you?</div><div> </div><div> A nice family meal and our kids are fighting over who we are going to pray for!! Goodness!<br /></div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kq0KfScb-_s/TwNYDyZczAI/AAAAAAAAE0E/mt2AEUOsQTU/s1600/DSC_0011.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 268px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693491176017808386" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kq0KfScb-_s/TwNYDyZczAI/AAAAAAAAE0E/mt2AEUOsQTU/s400/DSC_0011.JPG" /></a>Now, it's mostly me dealing with the Christmas cards and I love it.</div><div> </div><div> I display them all on a snowman card wreath.</div><div> </div><div> Then I make the collage out of the photo ones but, I still save the other cards in a box and I do, take the time to pray for each person.</div><div> </div><div> I wish our dear inflation in this country hasn't made it to where we can't afford to send out as many as we used to or even not at all.<br /></div><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVvFmQXdtao/TwNX89IV1nI/AAAAAAAAEz4/v6seq-kBc_Y/s1600/DSC_0004.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 268px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693491058639754866" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVvFmQXdtao/TwNX89IV1nI/AAAAAAAAEz4/v6seq-kBc_Y/s400/DSC_0004.JPG" /></a>Maybe you might make a collage out of yours this year. </div><div> </div><div>The one from 2010, I left up until October of 2011.</div><div> </div><div>I will never tire of looking at these good looking people!</div><div> </div><div>Maybe you could start a new tradition with your kids of praying for your Christmas card senders.</div><div> </div><div>I know we all need prayer and especially on those times that we haven't asked for it or we even know someone is praying for us.</div><div> </div><div>2012 Resolution???? Pray!! Pray!!! and Pray!!!<br /></div><div></div></div><br /></div>Janahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07168848478601668264noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7496415843673602135.post-42174344679798307492011-12-26T07:17:00.001-08:002011-12-26T08:09:15.291-08:00The Most Wonderful Time of the Year<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fmU0QmSxJDg/TviT7EItO-I/AAAAAAAAEzs/GBr7TU0uOlw/s1600/DSC_0043.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 268px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690460772114447330" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fmU0QmSxJDg/TviT7EItO-I/AAAAAAAAEzs/GBr7TU0uOlw/s400/DSC_0043.JPG" /></a>I do love Christmas time! I don't know why it's so special to me...wait! </div><div align="center">Yes, I do know! It's special because of a baby.</div><div align="center"> A baby who's birth changed everything in this world. A baby that came to save you and to save me from our sins. Yes, that's why Christmas is to be celebrated and enjoyed and I did thoroughly enjoy it this year but, differently than other years past.<br /></div><div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T4MUyhGZm0k/TviTzsDpYnI/AAAAAAAAEzg/24ZBuDcttcM/s1600/DSC_0039.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 268px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690460645391688306" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T4MUyhGZm0k/TviTzsDpYnI/AAAAAAAAEzg/24ZBuDcttcM/s400/DSC_0039.JPG" /></a>I thought I would share some of our decorations.</div><div align="center"> I am sure at some point in my life I might forget and this will be a nice way to look back. </div><div align="center">When you walk through our front door, the first decoration you see is our Nativity Scene.</div><div align="center"> I love this. It's not without it's charm from little chips and breakage over the years but, that just makes it more unique.</div><div align="center"><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4ySsavMOU0Y/TviTrV-nZkI/AAAAAAAAEzU/_hi9m5sHW1Q/s1600/DSC_0042.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 268px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690460502026053186" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4ySsavMOU0Y/TviTrV-nZkI/AAAAAAAAEzU/_hi9m5sHW1Q/s400/DSC_0042.JPG" /></a>It looks very pretty at night with the candles lit around in it.<br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7pj7FON5hY0/TviTcDfHsgI/AAAAAAAAEzI/Immtrwvdd_4/s1600/DSC_0088.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 268px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690460239364076034" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7pj7FON5hY0/TviTcDfHsgI/AAAAAAAAEzI/Immtrwvdd_4/s400/DSC_0088.JPG" /></a>And now I present to you the Hanselman Family Good Ole Fashioned Christmas Mantel 2011! Each year I try to do something different on the mantel and this year it was a challenge as I am still recovering from my back surgery and I can't bend over, stretch or lift.</div><div> So, guess how this happened this year? Yes. My daughter did it all while I sat on the couch and gave directions and pointed and probably drove her nuts! </div><div>But, she did a good job. I like it!</div><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-etYNzkNHOOM/TviTP4gWVWI/AAAAAAAAEyw/0BeCMDC2vCQ/s1600/DSC_0098.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 268px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690460030258009442" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-etYNzkNHOOM/TviTP4gWVWI/AAAAAAAAEyw/0BeCMDC2vCQ/s400/DSC_0098.JPG" /></a>Oh, and we had a few really cold days in December this year and Ray would get the fire going and well, all I liked to do and sit on the couch and stare at it!</div><div> Don't think too badly of me, I am still having to rest a lot.<br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ni5Rb5Qwqog/TviTJOcjM-I/AAAAAAAAEyk/oQnw3CfYtxg/s1600/DSC_0094.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 268px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690459915888571362" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ni5Rb5Qwqog/TviTJOcjM-I/AAAAAAAAEyk/oQnw3CfYtxg/s400/DSC_0094.JPG" /></a>Another angle for you to see and for me to remember, right?<br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NnAbZ4MnIy8/TviTCa9MxhI/AAAAAAAAEyY/we1sbULanK8/s1600/DSC_0093.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 268px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690459798987654674" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NnAbZ4MnIy8/TviTCa9MxhI/AAAAAAAAEyY/we1sbULanK8/s400/DSC_0093.JPG" /></a>I do love, love, these lanterns. </div><div>You could get some for your mantel if you like them at TJ Maxx or Marshalls.</div><div> I think they will get to stay up there for the winter mantel when the Christmas decorations come down.<br /></div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8eRCRH1WLAs/TviS2_Qr6cI/AAAAAAAAEyM/B4d_-eaTbVo/s1600/DSC_0031.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 268px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690459602574633410" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8eRCRH1WLAs/TviS2_Qr6cI/AAAAAAAAEyM/B4d_-eaTbVo/s400/DSC_0031.JPG" /></a>Because there are seven of us, and the fireplace is stone and we aren't chiseling any nail holes in it...the stockings hang over here on the staircase banister.</div><div> It's a nice place to hang them.</div><div> I love the stocking tradition. Yesterday, I waited until night to open mine just to spread out the fun. Getting a new toothbrush really gets me excited. I know I could buy one at anytime but, I don't know, it's just more fun to open one from my stocking.</div><div> Thanks, Ray!<br /></div><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LrVLYx-VJZs/TviSwjimyLI/AAAAAAAAEyA/26oz6URNsYA/s1600/DSC_0030.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 268px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690459492054386866" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LrVLYx-VJZs/TviSwjimyLI/AAAAAAAAEyA/26oz6URNsYA/s400/DSC_0030.JPG" /></a>Here's the rest of the banister with the Living room tree.</div><div> It's just filled with colored balls this year. We usually put all our music ornaments on it.</div><div> When you play the piano, after many years, you start to collect a lot of things with musical instruments, etc. But, this year, </div><div>they rested.<br /></div><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EW9EX739wfI/TviSptBl3FI/AAAAAAAAEx0/vhSKKpUXtAI/s1600/DSC_0022.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 268px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690459374341184594" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EW9EX739wfI/TviSptBl3FI/AAAAAAAAEx0/vhSKKpUXtAI/s400/DSC_0022.JPG" /></a>Here's the dining room. We ate one meal in here this season.</div><div> It was our Christmas lunch. You may notice only 4 table-settings. We had a very small celebration but, it was fabulous to us!</div><div> Since I only had a green tablecloth that fits this table, I just went with green ornaments and touches of silver and gold.<br /></div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZmAwjnDyxjg/TviSg0eDRRI/AAAAAAAAExo/q1YY78AXHAI/s1600/DSC_0023.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 268px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690459221720778002" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZmAwjnDyxjg/TviSg0eDRRI/AAAAAAAAExo/q1YY78AXHAI/s400/DSC_0023.JPG" /></a>I have never done the buffet like this but, I think it turned out just fine.</div><div> We bought nothing for any of this.</div><div> We just mixed and matched things we had.<br /></div><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DWsxE7XAB0o/TviSYbcnmqI/AAAAAAAAExc/JrEiv-29xQI/s1600/DSC_0025.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 268px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690459077564930722" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DWsxE7XAB0o/TviSYbcnmqI/AAAAAAAAExc/JrEiv-29xQI/s400/DSC_0025.JPG" /></a>Rachel learned this year how much work it is to decorate for Christmas. She was a trooper. I am thankful for her doing all the hard work for me.</div><div> My back is very thankful also.<br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6acsRNBb7Yk/TviSQyrKHGI/AAAAAAAAExQ/xhuIqgMq87s/s1600/DSC_0027.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 268px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690458946360974434" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6acsRNBb7Yk/TviSQyrKHGI/AAAAAAAAExQ/xhuIqgMq87s/s400/DSC_0027.JPG" /></a>We usually have these dishes somewhere else in the house but, they all came together nicely.<br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Bpailc41FHA/TviSJDDsnCI/AAAAAAAAExE/Xmsf-rmCw1k/s1600/DSC_0021.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 268px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690458813319912482" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Bpailc41FHA/TviSJDDsnCI/AAAAAAAAExE/Xmsf-rmCw1k/s400/DSC_0021.JPG" /></a>The cool thing is that some of these things I have had forever.</div><div> Some things I have found at the storage in the trash.</div><div> Some of the things have come from the dollar bin at Target.</div><div> I like.<br /></div><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZEQ0rVm2cn4/TviSAn8eCAI/AAAAAAAAEw4/MjfvWDnimBY/s1600/DSC_0020.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 268px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690458668602886146" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZEQ0rVm2cn4/TviSAn8eCAI/AAAAAAAAEw4/MjfvWDnimBY/s400/DSC_0020.JPG" /></a>This mirror underneath was the perfect place to put the centerpiece. I'l hang it back up later...err...I mean Rachel will. Ha!<br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fo-WBnRwzfI/TviR5ScZHAI/AAAAAAAAEws/CtXEOLdEb5k/s1600/DSC_0028.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 268px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690458542572116994" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fo-WBnRwzfI/TviR5ScZHAI/AAAAAAAAEws/CtXEOLdEb5k/s400/DSC_0028.JPG" /></a>For Christmas lunch this year we grilled steak and hamburgers.</div><div> We had salad, bread and baked potatoes and absolutely no desert. </div><div>It was great.</div><div> Just Ray, Rachel, Zac and I this year and we took it easy.<br /></div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-79oJtC1wS64/TviRw0YD-VI/AAAAAAAAEwg/CMNQq-c2Y3M/s1600/DSC_0029.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 268px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690458397061937490" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-79oJtC1wS64/TviRw0YD-VI/AAAAAAAAEwg/CMNQq-c2Y3M/s400/DSC_0029.JPG" /></a>My Nikko Christmas China is my favorite! </div><div>I get them out usually the night of Thanksgiving and we do use them everyday for breakfast, lunch and dinner. </div><div>And look to the right....Rachel gave me new silverware...see the forks???</div><div> Oohhh, it's awesome and very heavy.</div><div> I have a thing for heavy silverware. </div><div>I do not know why.</div><div>Food just tastes better on it.<br /></div><div><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 268px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690458274137252098" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XiDbc03aLNE/TviRpqciIQI/AAAAAAAAEwU/0_DOGBtEhh4/s400/DSC_0018.JPG" />There were other things that made this year special.<br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E7BgCvuTZVQ/TviRapIb9PI/AAAAAAAAEwI/7bItiCe74iE/s1600/DSC_0069.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 268px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690458016086488306" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E7BgCvuTZVQ/TviRapIb9PI/AAAAAAAAEwI/7bItiCe74iE/s400/DSC_0069.JPG" /></a>We went to a ladies gift exchange party and look at us all dolled up.<br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IrP_pJuWsWU/TviRV5y768I/AAAAAAAAEv8/hFHbVP0sf0Y/s1600/DSC_0078.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 268px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690457934660365250" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IrP_pJuWsWU/TviRV5y768I/AAAAAAAAEv8/hFHbVP0sf0Y/s400/DSC_0078.JPG" /></a>Kissy had a beautiful, red, sparkly Christmas dress.<br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ru6pA9Ld5G4/TviRPyRsQ7I/AAAAAAAAEvw/44Xw-OO2Gwk/s1600/DSC_0085.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 268px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690457829562663858" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ru6pA9Ld5G4/TviRPyRsQ7I/AAAAAAAAEvw/44Xw-OO2Gwk/s400/DSC_0085.JPG" /></a>We had a couple of spend the night parties and made cookies and stuff.<br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Crd39KBqfSQ/TviRHfpA8XI/AAAAAAAAEvk/43c72MM19WI/s1600/DSC_0147.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 268px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690457687121260914" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Crd39KBqfSQ/TviRHfpA8XI/AAAAAAAAEvk/43c72MM19WI/s400/DSC_0147.JPG" /></a>And then my family helped me this year to overcome one of my biggest fears.</div><div>TURTLENECKS!</div><div>I haven't worn a turtleneck since the 5th grade. There is several very long stories that support my hatred of these kind of shirts. I will spare you. But, this year, we all just embraced it, put them on and took a Christmas card photo.<br /></div><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--CitF8ZvYag/TviQ_BAYFvI/AAAAAAAAEvY/z-bEyVn4aEA/s1600/DSC_0146.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 268px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690457541458794226" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--CitF8ZvYag/TviQ_BAYFvI/AAAAAAAAEvY/z-bEyVn4aEA/s400/DSC_0146.JPG" /></a>But, as you can see. I was miserable.</div><div> And I laughed so hard, it hurt. </div><div>The boys were cracking me up!<br /></div><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sWNg7SjxCms/TviQi4U9MzI/AAAAAAAAEvM/AMTQUqDRCDw/s1600/DSC_0071.JPG"></a><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ef8IBja1CZ0/TviQZpw-5mI/AAAAAAAAEvA/zo6yOsOsU0c/s1600/DSC_0110.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 268px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690456899565053538" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ef8IBja1CZ0/TviQZpw-5mI/AAAAAAAAEvA/zo6yOsOsU0c/s400/DSC_0110.JPG" /></a>And to top it off, a dear friend gave me a turtlneck as a gift and I actually put it on just long enough for a photo.</div><div> I will have to say that it doesn't look that bad on me. </div><div>Hey, if it gets cold enough, you never know I just might show up in it somewhere. </div><div>I guess all this pain I've been in has totally confused my mind. </div><div>I probably will regret this photo.</div><div>I pray your Christmas made memories for you and your family that you will treasure in the years to come. And I pray you know that baby that was born on this day!<br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Janahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07168848478601668264noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7496415843673602135.post-37906441608224447972011-12-03T06:53:00.000-08:002011-12-03T07:41:04.545-08:00I Will Survive<ul><li><blockquote><p align="center"><strong>Well, this is not a post I ever thought I would be doing at anytime and especially near the closing of this year.</strong></p></blockquote></li><li><blockquote><p align="center"><strong>Yet, here I am and I pray none of you find yourself in the same place. If you do, possibly these tips will help you to survive.</strong></p></blockquote></li></ul><blockquote><p align="center"><strong>I had back surgery about 2 and a half weeks ago. I have been suffering with lower back pain since May and it's just progressively gotten worse and then the pain started being so intense in my back and my right leg that I found myself face down on the floor begging the Lord for mercy many, many times!</strong></p></blockquote><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 268px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681917265607871602" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cNvvCs-ARU4/Tto5piO3THI/AAAAAAAAEu0/Ln6BJ2dCm0c/s400/DSC_0033.JPG" /><p align="center"><strong>The first thing I used almost everyday all day long was one of these gel packs that you heat up in the microwave. My Kiera gave it to me and I would heat it up in the morning, tuck it into my pajama pants and keep it there as long as I could. It seemed the heat was soothing. I did this for about 3 weeks until I found out that my disc was ruptured and I was going to have surgery. </strong></p><p align="center"><strong>But, it did offer some warm love and little relief.</strong><br /></p><div align="center"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SIwJD02mvhI/Tto5kChFBKI/AAAAAAAAEuo/HOMJxXBhkZA/s1600/DSC_0035.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 268px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681917171194987682" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SIwJD02mvhI/Tto5kChFBKI/AAAAAAAAEuo/HOMJxXBhkZA/s400/DSC_0035.JPG" /></a><strong>My Mom got me some of this Blue Goo and also in those three weeks, I would rub this on my back. It was really cold but, then it would get hot and I have no idea if it helped with the pain but, it made me feel like I was doing something to help myself. I only used this before the surgery.</strong><br /><div align="center"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pRtjmDX2PHo/Tto5WrZlMsI/AAAAAAAAEuc/G8RW8L-ECI0/s1600/DSC_0046.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 268px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681916941651227330" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pRtjmDX2PHo/Tto5WrZlMsI/AAAAAAAAEuc/G8RW8L-ECI0/s400/DSC_0046.JPG" /></a><strong>And this....this.....ummm...snake grabber I guess you call it has been a life saver. It belonged to my Maw Maw. She would be happy to see how much use it's getting. Not at grabbing snakes but, helping me ( I can't bend over at all) to pick up things I drop or things I need like my socks, pillows, crackers, and pillows I have knocked off the couch and the remote control, cell phone, etc. I mean, I have USED this grabber to the fullest. I shamefully admit I have used it to pinch a few hineys around here! </strong></div><div align="center"><strong>Hey, when you are housebound and not feeling well.....you get desparate for things to do.</strong></div><div align="center"><strong> Don't hate.</strong><br /></div><div align="center"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8Qd0qAe9GsA/Tto5QmDbKYI/AAAAAAAAEuQ/Sqjs8KrTTfc/s1600/DSC_0037.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 268px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681916837136902530" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8Qd0qAe9GsA/Tto5QmDbKYI/AAAAAAAAEuQ/Sqjs8KrTTfc/s400/DSC_0037.JPG" /></a>I <strong>Also, the IB's are necessary with this back issue as they keep the swelling down. I nearly puke thinking about how many of these I have taken and am still having to take. </strong></div><div align="center"><strong>Sigh.</strong><br /><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f-Ztv3dU5p4/Tto5Kt4WyOI/AAAAAAAAEuE/C_zUs6jCJJc/s1600/DSC_0038.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 268px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681916736158746850" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f-Ztv3dU5p4/Tto5Kt4WyOI/AAAAAAAAEuE/C_zUs6jCJJc/s400/DSC_0038.JPG" /></a>I<strong>I'm not proud. But, I will tell you that the pain medicine is very, very, important. If not, there would be no position EVER you can get into to rest at before the surgery or after the surgery.</strong></div><div><strong> I wish it wasn't necessary but, it is.</strong><br /><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t8kp9bw2j3Y/Tto5DNsSI5I/AAAAAAAAEt4/LX2DRr85Fx8/s1600/DSC_0041.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 268px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681916607259091858" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t8kp9bw2j3Y/Tto5DNsSI5I/AAAAAAAAEt4/LX2DRr85Fx8/s400/DSC_0041.JPG" /></a><strong> You HAVE to have the remote.</strong></div><div><strong> TV will become your window to the outside world. </strong></div><div><strong>I will say for me that having this happen during the Thanksgiving and Christmas holidays has enabled me to catch every Hoilday movie that is on the Lifetime, Hallmark, ABC, CBS, NBC, etc channels. Which makes you need a box of kleenexes near by. </strong></div><div><strong>Sniffle.</strong><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-97LqYE6kcr0/Tto48QHqM8I/AAAAAAAAEts/YsivwgdjL74/s1600/DSC_0042.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 268px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681916487651701698" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-97LqYE6kcr0/Tto48QHqM8I/AAAAAAAAEts/YsivwgdjL74/s400/DSC_0042.JPG" /></a><strong>Oh, this is not fun but, there is no other way.</strong></div><div><strong> Stretchy pants. It's all you can wear. My back has been swollen from the surgery so, no jeans or constricting pants just jammie pants all day, everyday, for about 6 weeks now. Yes, I am getting tired of them.</strong></div><div><strong> But, oh well. </strong></div><div><strong>You have to do what you have to do.</strong><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AwMPHLVhVec/Tto41Fe7IvI/AAAAAAAAEtg/MuvCe34Kzlk/s1600/DSC_0044.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 268px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681916364537406194" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AwMPHLVhVec/Tto41Fe7IvI/AAAAAAAAEtg/MuvCe34Kzlk/s400/DSC_0044.JPG" /></a><strong> You will need a basket of thank you notes because your friends are going to do some awfully nice things for you! Like, bring you and your family warm and delish dinners and homemade pumpkin bread and fudge and cards and well, they have been way too kind to me!</strong></div><div><strong> I love them!</strong><br /><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t0BzMJBQF6U/Tto4v2mRq8I/AAAAAAAAEtU/g7Ld0nkm4wY/s1600/DSC_0045.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 268px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681916274642365378" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t0BzMJBQF6U/Tto4v2mRq8I/AAAAAAAAEtU/g7Ld0nkm4wY/s400/DSC_0045.JPG" /></a><strong>You know how we always feel like we never have enough time to read?</strong></div><div><strong> Not now, I have all the time in the world to read. </strong></div><div><strong>And these are my top 4.</strong></div><div><strong> My Bible, </strong></div><div><strong>Jon Coursons Commentary on the Bible,</strong></div><div><strong> A daily devotion, Streams in the Desert </strong></div><div><strong>and another daily devotion,Daily Hope for Hurting Hearts.</strong></div><div><strong> I strongly recommend all 4 of these and yes, my heart along with my back has been hurting.</strong><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MZRbNHOyEJQ/Tto4qX_vhQI/AAAAAAAAEtI/1qegDuWPuDQ/s1600/DSC_0050.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 268px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681916180528334082" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MZRbNHOyEJQ/Tto4qX_vhQI/AAAAAAAAEtI/1qegDuWPuDQ/s400/DSC_0050.JPG" /></a><strong>Sorry if you're getting tired.</strong></div><div><strong> I am almost through. </strong></div><div><strong>This is a luxurious throw that Rachel bought at TJMaxx. It is the softest piece of fabric I have ever had the priviledge to rub up against and I keep it wrapped around me almost 12 hours a day.</strong></div><div><strong> Yes, right now as I type, it's on me.</strong></div><div><strong> I love it. I even take it when I do get out to take a short car ride. </strong></div><div><strong>I love this thing!</strong><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LsH02SOsF8E/Tto4lf6g7GI/AAAAAAAAEs8/eOWxmMgCVAk/s1600/DSC_0051.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 268px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681916096754543714" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LsH02SOsF8E/Tto4lf6g7GI/AAAAAAAAEs8/eOWxmMgCVAk/s400/DSC_0051.JPG" /></a> <strong>Well, since it has turned freezing down here, you need a warmer throw and this one my Mom made comes in a good strong 2nd place. It's so warm and I layer the soft one and then this one and then I can really get comfy on the couch.</strong><br /><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bU97oGRFcFM/Tto4bVsJEFI/AAAAAAAAEsw/u7Ltsf2PlT4/s1600/DSC_0031.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 268px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681915922211213394" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bU97oGRFcFM/Tto4bVsJEFI/AAAAAAAAEsw/u7Ltsf2PlT4/s400/DSC_0031.JPG" /></a><strong> One more thing you need is a daughter and daughter in law that you love to pieces and they love you like that back and they clean up the house for you so, you don't feel like a horrible homemaker while you recover. </strong></div><div><strong>I mean they made this place look GOOD!</strong></div><div><strong> I am so blessed and thankful!</strong><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qL_6RJdz7wI/Tto4TkjTAAI/AAAAAAAAEsk/LuRvoDiZtk8/s1600/DSC_0016.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 268px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681915788761694210" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qL_6RJdz7wI/Tto4TkjTAAI/AAAAAAAAEsk/LuRvoDiZtk8/s400/DSC_0016.JPG" /></a><strong>Oh yes, the most important thing you need is a beautiful Grandaughter who gives you so much love and laughter and prays for you and your back. She never leaves without saying.."I hope your back gets better, Nay."</strong></div><div><strong> Ah....the heart of mine is melted.</strong><br /><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vMV3Tr7W6bU/Tto4GuTbUgI/AAAAAAAAEsY/7qyJQs2SDbo/s1600/DSC_0020.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 268px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681915568041185794" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vMV3Tr7W6bU/Tto4GuTbUgI/AAAAAAAAEsY/7qyJQs2SDbo/s400/DSC_0020.JPG" /></a><strong>And to survive something like this you pretty much have to still have a sense of humor intact or you could quite possibly lose your mind. </strong></div><div><strong>I thought a mustache-on-a-stick was funny for some reason and then I had Rachel take my photo so, the rest of my life I'll see what pain really really does to me!</strong></div><div><strong></strong> </div><div><strong>I have to conclude by saying how thankful I am for the Doctors, the surgeons, the appointment people and friends who took such good care of me and my family cause when one is down, all the rest are down too! And my Jesus who knows all my weaknesses and is with me through every minute of every day and every tear. </strong></div><div><strong>I am going to survive and get better and then never ever pick up something heavy again. </strong></div><div><strong>Umm....you might need to remind me about that sometime in the future.</strong></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Janahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07168848478601668264noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7496415843673602135.post-54976324484773810842011-10-25T14:54:00.001-07:002011-10-26T05:51:56.414-07:00I'm In Better Hands Now<div><div align="center"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hHiwLYzYVyk/TqcxKAWevbI/AAAAAAAAErQ/x1Pts5PXUFQ/s1600/DSC_0068.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 268px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667552704031800754" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hHiwLYzYVyk/TqcxKAWevbI/AAAAAAAAErQ/x1Pts5PXUFQ/s400/DSC_0068.JPG" /></a>Todays blog post is bittersweet.</div><div align="center"> It is about my friend, MaryBeth Cowie Hanselman. </div><div align="center">She became my friend in 1982 as she was dating one of the Hanselman Brothers and I was dating one of the Hanselman Brothers. I had no idea when I met her what path both of our lives would take over the next 20 years or so. She was my sister in law but, more than that, she was my friend. My friend that I loved. The kind of friend that I share anything with. The friend that you knew you could count on when you needed to. The kind of friend you share decorating ideas with, shopping trips and a lot of tears on the phone about life.</div><div align="center"> What happened to her, I wouldn't have chose for her for all the money in the whole world. At a very young age, after going through some other difficulties, she was diagnosed with Scleraderma. It was just so painful to watch it take over her physical body. The things she was used to doing, slowly were taken away from her.</div><div align="center"> I cry, even now, all these years later from watching her go from a life-loving gal to, just a shell laying in the bed day in and day out. In April of 2008, she lost the battle with the disease but, really she won. She was completely healed I know on the other side. There was a christian song out at the time, I"M IN BETTER HANDS NOW. I felt like that was her song. She wasn't here anymore, but, she was in the loving, strong hands of our God and all was healed and perfected for her. </div><div align="center">She was a giver and so creative and talented. I still have things in my home, that she gave me, decorated for me, helped me pick out. She was a great cook, too. </div><div align="center">So, in honor of her birthday today. I am sharing her Squash Casserole Recipe. I pretty much was a hater of squash until she made this one Thanksgiving. I make it a lot. We call it Mary Beth's Squash Casserole. I like to do things she did so, a part of her lives on and on here on earth. Enjoy the recipe.<br /></div><div align="center"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TzKbTb2nXTo/Tqcw-mEXA1I/AAAAAAAAErE/r9jiJEw64Ew/s1600/DSC_0058.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 268px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667552507997913938" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TzKbTb2nXTo/Tqcw-mEXA1I/AAAAAAAAErE/r9jiJEw64Ew/s400/DSC_0058.JPG" /></a>You'll need 6 medium squash or 3 large ones.</div><div align="center"> Slice them and cook them until fork tender in a little water with a little salt.<br /><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oxfxKi37c2w/Tqcw5JPLtfI/AAAAAAAAEq4/mVWmbh11_2k/s1600/DSC_0060.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 268px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667552414359336434" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oxfxKi37c2w/Tqcw5JPLtfI/AAAAAAAAEq4/mVWmbh11_2k/s400/DSC_0060.JPG" /></a>Just like this. It doesn't take long. Then when they are fork tender, drain the water out.<br /><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GkdtNHs0c_I/Tqcww7hHW1I/AAAAAAAAEqs/TZ27xjrTKZw/s1600/DSC_0062.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 268px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667552273237498706" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GkdtNHs0c_I/Tqcww7hHW1I/AAAAAAAAEqs/TZ27xjrTKZw/s400/DSC_0062.JPG" /></a>The you add: 2 eggs, 1/2 stick butter, 10 crushed ritz crackers and about 2 cups of grated cheddar cheese.<br /><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7IKjNQ2nzDw/Tqcwqy6AhhI/AAAAAAAAEqg/SkzRJ6jlm7U/s1600/DSC_0064.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 268px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667552167846774290" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7IKjNQ2nzDw/Tqcwqy6AhhI/AAAAAAAAEqg/SkzRJ6jlm7U/s400/DSC_0064.JPG" /></a>Just dump them all in and stir until butter is melted. Trust me at this point, it's already going to start smelling good.<br /><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bxTN28XZD2s/TqcwkY8rSkI/AAAAAAAAEqU/aVZ9TbTiDks/s1600/DSC_0065.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 268px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667552057799428674" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bxTN28XZD2s/TqcwkY8rSkI/AAAAAAAAEqU/aVZ9TbTiDks/s400/DSC_0065.JPG" /></a>It will kind of look like a thick squash soup.<br /><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--fg9_vI_YvI/Tqcwdn_HPJI/AAAAAAAAEqI/OFAiCrNZHVY/s1600/DSC_0067.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 268px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667551941577096338" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--fg9_vI_YvI/Tqcwdn_HPJI/AAAAAAAAEqI/OFAiCrNZHVY/s400/DSC_0067.JPG" /></a>Pour it into a greased casserole dish and pour a little milk just to set over the top. Then back at 325 for about 30 minutes or until it just is lightly browned and set.<br /><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LLgxWE4uu0k/TqcwYRRwhgI/AAAAAAAAEp8/LKLtvjiLoHU/s1600/DSC_0081.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 268px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667551849581938178" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LLgxWE4uu0k/TqcwYRRwhgI/AAAAAAAAEp8/LKLtvjiLoHU/s400/DSC_0081.JPG" /></a>This is the finished perfection. I tell you. People who don't like squash like this! I always make 2 for Thanksgiving and there usually is no leftovers. It's just yum and more yum. Thank you, MaryBeth for sharing this with me soooo long ago! I hope you all try it, too.<br /><div align="center"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrxlGFwli2g/TqcwSgsDOMI/AAAAAAAAEpw/PEA2NZRQYnE/s1600/DSC_0072.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 268px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667551750639532226" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrxlGFwli2g/TqcwSgsDOMI/AAAAAAAAEpw/PEA2NZRQYnE/s400/DSC_0072.JPG" /></a>MaryBeth loved her dog, Goose, so much.</div><div align="center"> I miss her everyday and there's so much I would like to share with her. But, I am so thankful that she's with Jesus and I am thankful that the Lord allowed us to be friends for as long as He did. My life was better because I had MaryBeth has my friend. Happy 46th Birthday! We will meet again one day.</div><div align="center">I hear this song and I think of you. I Love you, friend.</div><div align="center"><br />"In Better Hands"It's hard to stand, on shifting sand. It's hard to shine in the shadows of the night. You can't be free if you don't reach for help and you can't love if you don't love yourself. But there is hope when my faith runs out...Cuz I'm in better hands now...</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">It's like the sun is shining when the rain is pourin' down. It's like my soul is flying though my feet are on the ground. So take this heart of mine there's no doubt I'm in better hands now.</div><div align="center">I am strong all because of you. I stand in awe of every mountain that you move. I am changed yesterday is gone. I am safe from this moment on...And there's no fear when the night comes 'round I'm in better hands now.</div><div align="center">It's like the sun is shining when the rain is pourin' down. It's like my soul is flying though my feet are on the ground. It's like the world is silent though I know it isn't true. It's like the breath of Jesus is right here in this room. So take this heart of mine there's no doubt...I'm in better hands now...</div><div align="center"></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Janahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07168848478601668264noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7496415843673602135.post-69804111820651513672011-10-22T15:29:00.000-07:002011-10-22T16:06:23.791-07:00Thriller<div align="center"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AGblL7pSzA0/TqNG3_sHD6I/AAAAAAAAEmw/ha9VtFd45Aw/s1600/DSC_0126.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 268px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666450683965411234" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AGblL7pSzA0/TqNG3_sHD6I/AAAAAAAAEmw/ha9VtFd45Aw/s400/DSC_0126.JPG" /></a>Well, it's that Halloween time of year and I usually like to make something, some craft, some decoration to put around the house for festivity purposes.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> So, I saw some cool bottles decorated at a store and thought....aha...we can do that! </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">And it turned out even cuter than I thought it would.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> So, all you need are some empty wine bottles. And...if you don't have any, just go through our neighbors recycle bins on Sunday evenings. </div><div align="center">They are full!<br /></div><div align="center"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LajTg2XcWn0/TqNGx6OgrsI/AAAAAAAAEmk/RcoviwTHO0s/s1600/DSC_0127.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 268px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666450579419868866" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LajTg2XcWn0/TqNGx6OgrsI/AAAAAAAAEmk/RcoviwTHO0s/s400/DSC_0127.JPG" /></a>You'll need some spray paint.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> I found that the glossy paints worked a lot better but, it did take quite a few coats on each bottle.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> I used black and some orange I had leftover.</div><div align="center"> It was this Krylon type but, just orange not gold. </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Take them out and give them some good coats and then we found some printables on the internet and printed them up and modge-podged them to the bottles.<br /></div><div align="center"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-puslT0-PHLU/TqNGpls5-EI/AAAAAAAAEmY/WvpAnc9aMBg/s1600/DSC_0117.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 268px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666450436471257154" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-puslT0-PHLU/TqNGpls5-EI/AAAAAAAAEmY/WvpAnc9aMBg/s400/DSC_0117.JPG" /></a>How about these? </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Just kind of creepy looking, right?</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> Which I think is part of the fun for Halloween decor.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> We found this black bird at the local DT. </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Also, the ping pong ball eye balls.<br /></div><div align="center"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-epMnsWnciaI/TqNGiBeFXyI/AAAAAAAAEmM/l6Y2YlsvgEM/s1600/DSC_0118.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 268px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666450306486329122" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-epMnsWnciaI/TqNGiBeFXyI/AAAAAAAAEmM/l6Y2YlsvgEM/s400/DSC_0118.JPG" /></a>Aren't they quite convincing?</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> I just like that they look like they came like this and um...yes, we made them ourselves.<br /><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V6UA1N4Ewto/TqNGb9oRfQI/AAAAAAAAEmA/-iac3oOd0ik/s1600/DSC_0125.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 268px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666450202376109314" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V6UA1N4Ewto/TqNGb9oRfQI/AAAAAAAAEmA/-iac3oOd0ik/s400/DSC_0125.JPG" /></a>How about this one?</div><div> </div><div> Zombie juice.</div><div> </div><div> Just sitting on the shelf in the bathroom.</div><div> </div><div> Just waiting for someone to drink and them turn into a zombie!</div><div> </div><div> Oh, no, just joking. The bottles are empty.<br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jcv5v6ABBYw/TqNGVDJdjqI/AAAAAAAAEl0/3u7hR8PuLlo/s1600/DSC_0122.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 268px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666450083598405282" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jcv5v6ABBYw/TqNGVDJdjqI/AAAAAAAAEl0/3u7hR8PuLlo/s400/DSC_0122.JPG" /></a>And I like this one in the dining room.</div><div> </div><div> He just fits right in with the other pumpkin decor.<br /><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c9uQSe4_7yQ/TqNGLxHXCsI/AAAAAAAAElo/Va2vZmUECPc/s1600/DSC_0121.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 268px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666449924138928834" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c9uQSe4_7yQ/TqNGLxHXCsI/AAAAAAAAElo/Va2vZmUECPc/s400/DSC_0121.JPG" /></a>We found the little skull at the DT and it was a perfect topper.</div><div> </div><div> Now for another little Halloween project.</div><div> </div><div> If you have some empty jars, don't recycle or toss! Make them into candle holders.<br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AXOwR5Eun5Q/TqNF_LBC_RI/AAAAAAAAElc/LpqrWUf-SmM/s1600/DSC_0131.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 268px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666449707753471250" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AXOwR5Eun5Q/TqNF_LBC_RI/AAAAAAAAElc/LpqrWUf-SmM/s400/DSC_0131.JPG" /></a>This jar had Walmart brand Lime Salsa in it.</div><div> </div><div> Have you tried it? It's pretty good.</div><div> </div><div> Anyway.</div><div> </div><div> Any empty jar with the label taken off will do.<br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1tK_NACKlXw/TqNF5G2NWAI/AAAAAAAAElQ/Ka0leBG-_yE/s1600/DSC_0129.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 268px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666449603555055618" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1tK_NACKlXw/TqNF5G2NWAI/AAAAAAAAElQ/Ka0leBG-_yE/s400/DSC_0129.JPG" /></a>Then you need your modge podge.</div><div> </div><div> This stuff is just fanstasic.</div><div> </div><div> I mean. Truly fantastic. </div><div> </div><div>You can do so many crafts with it.<br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--dVigr1N79E/TqNFyS9EBXI/AAAAAAAAElE/FLgkJecWuSQ/s1600/DSC_0130.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 268px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666449486545945970" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--dVigr1N79E/TqNFyS9EBXI/AAAAAAAAElE/FLgkJecWuSQ/s400/DSC_0130.JPG" /></a>Then cute some strips of white or orange tissue paper.</div><div> </div><div> I happened to have both so, we made a ghost and a pumpkin candle holder.<br /><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-j0pqm0QF1LM/TqNFqWouj_I/AAAAAAAAEk4/NpOmq5oYAEM/s1600/DSC_0132.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 268px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666449350095441906" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-j0pqm0QF1LM/TqNFqWouj_I/AAAAAAAAEk4/NpOmq5oYAEM/s400/DSC_0132.JPG" /></a>Okay. I will be honest.</div><div> I did this with my three year old Grandprincess and we had modge podge everywhere. </div><div> </div><div>I mean in our hair. On the table. Up our noses. </div><div> </div><div>But, it cleans off well.</div><div> </div><div> You just put the MP on the glass and use is as a glue to glue the strips of tissue paper all over it and then seal it with a another coat of MP. <br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-owhussk7Q9Q/TqNFg60c9eI/AAAAAAAAEks/V0h1RGTwgY0/s1600/DSC_0134.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 268px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666449188009604578" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-owhussk7Q9Q/TqNFg60c9eI/AAAAAAAAEks/V0h1RGTwgY0/s400/DSC_0134.JPG" /></a>It dries rather quickly.</div><div> </div><div> Then get a sharpie and draw on some faces.</div><div> </div><div> If you don't have a sharpie then shame on you! </div><div> </div><div>They are the worlds most wonderful pens.....E V E R!</div><div> </div><div> I am not being endorsed by them. I just pretty much LOVE sharpies!<br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K90O4W8_HIc/TqNFZnyd9mI/AAAAAAAAEkg/eEUuUE4s_4M/s1600/DSC_0137.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 268px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666449062641923682" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K90O4W8_HIc/TqNFZnyd9mI/AAAAAAAAEkg/eEUuUE4s_4M/s400/DSC_0137.JPG" /></a>And look!</div><div> </div><div> How cute is this! </div><div> </div><div>We made a couple for my Mom and then one for my Grandaughter to take home and then these little fellas sit in the window sill each night. </div><div> </div><div>I just love them and how easy was that?<br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hy1gsbi52Vw/TqNFPInUbEI/AAAAAAAAEkU/2R2IUv290gs/s1600/DSC_0138.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 268px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666448882474970178" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hy1gsbi52Vw/TqNFPInUbEI/AAAAAAAAEkU/2R2IUv290gs/s400/DSC_0138.JPG" /></a>I think the song "Thriller" is the coolest scary song there is.</div><div> </div><div>'Cause this is thriller, thriller night</div><div>There ain't no second chance against the thingwith forty eyes</div><div>You know it's thriller, thriller night</div><div>You're fighting for your life inside a killer,thriller tonight</div><div> </div><div><br /> </div><div></div></div></div></div>Janahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07168848478601668264noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7496415843673602135.post-4047677153612949572011-10-10T11:50:00.000-07:002011-10-10T12:17:21.497-07:00That Face<div align="center"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MQkzX7kmBFs/TpNBg-zZsvI/AAAAAAAAEkM/KVgb0gY90hA/s1600/DSC_0007.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 268px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661941191405056754" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MQkzX7kmBFs/TpNBg-zZsvI/AAAAAAAAEkM/KVgb0gY90hA/s400/DSC_0007.JPG" /></a>My Grandprincess picked out a little pumpkin at the grocery store this week. </div><div align="center">She drew a face on her pumpkin and it's just pretty awesome.</div><div align="center"> She did two eyes, a nose and a mouth. </div><div align="center">We think it's the cutest little pumpkin we've ever seen. </div><div align="center">So, we had to take some photos!<br /></div><div align="center"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8vMCBa-9U-Y/TpNBY7aDqHI/AAAAAAAAEkE/SMtz4Wm-YjU/s1600/DSC_0006.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 268px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661941053054494834" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8vMCBa-9U-Y/TpNBY7aDqHI/AAAAAAAAEkE/SMtz4Wm-YjU/s400/DSC_0006.JPG" /></a>Look how proud she is of her creation.<br /><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eznaBjQKhuQ/TpNBOHEtvMI/AAAAAAAAEj8/d2yPujtd6XM/s1600/DSC_0035.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 268px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661940867207642306" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eznaBjQKhuQ/TpNBOHEtvMI/AAAAAAAAEj8/d2yPujtd6XM/s400/DSC_0035.JPG" /></a>Now, who would be scared of this little fella?<br /><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8iI-ndS1pAI/TpNBCKL9ntI/AAAAAAAAEj0/uBwoK8Rm1cs/s1600/DSC_0028.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 268px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661940661884919506" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8iI-ndS1pAI/TpNBCKL9ntI/AAAAAAAAEj0/uBwoK8Rm1cs/s400/DSC_0028.JPG" /></a></div><div>But, since I am talking about a "face", let me show you my most favorite face!</div><div> This face has stolen my heart and I never want it back.<br /><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VLWpVjc4Nqo/TpNA6za6R7I/AAAAAAAAEjs/w5lPMQFRMc8/s1600/DSC_0044.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 268px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661940535514515378" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VLWpVjc4Nqo/TpNA6za6R7I/AAAAAAAAEjs/w5lPMQFRMc8/s400/DSC_0044.JPG" /></a>She has so many different expressions.</div><div> All of these were brought on by me saying a word.</div><div> Like </div><div>"excited".<br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dtdyxe3GQpE/TpNAx_gVVQI/AAAAAAAAEjk/I-Y_Oyyal6w/s1600/DSC_0040.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 268px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661940384139662594" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dtdyxe3GQpE/TpNAx_gVVQI/AAAAAAAAEjk/I-Y_Oyyal6w/s400/DSC_0040.JPG" /></a>"Concerned"<br /><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kmrhjXEhha8/TpNAXwed38I/AAAAAAAAEjc/UWDvmXU9t2o/s1600/DSC_0039.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 268px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661939933428703170" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kmrhjXEhha8/TpNAXwed38I/AAAAAAAAEjc/UWDvmXU9t2o/s400/DSC_0039.JPG" /></a>"Angry"<br /><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_ulbzivQggI/TpNAPdH_nQI/AAAAAAAAEjU/Yi_NNQ6xr_s/s1600/DSC_0042.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 268px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661939790795218178" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_ulbzivQggI/TpNAPdH_nQI/AAAAAAAAEjU/Yi_NNQ6xr_s/s400/DSC_0042.JPG" /></a>"Sad"<br /><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K7V0E_2nm3M/TpNAIZfmkUI/AAAAAAAAEjM/6Lv239TFkB4/s1600/DSC_0043.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 268px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661939669561413954" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K7V0E_2nm3M/TpNAIZfmkUI/AAAAAAAAEjM/6Lv239TFkB4/s400/DSC_0043.JPG" /></a>"Scared"<br /><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PUw_Dj0zBY4/TpM__GfX-kI/AAAAAAAAEjE/SnO91Ju4S80/s1600/DSC_0046.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 268px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661939509841361474" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PUw_Dj0zBY4/TpM__GfX-kI/AAAAAAAAEjE/SnO91Ju4S80/s400/DSC_0046.JPG" /></a>"Happy"<br /><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LlTExH7E-B4/TpM_0Hzn-oI/AAAAAAAAEi8/4VF7nZulEEA/s1600/DSC_0022.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 268px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661939321216170626" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LlTExH7E-B4/TpM_0Hzn-oI/AAAAAAAAEi8/4VF7nZulEEA/s400/DSC_0022.JPG" /></a>And oh my goodness, there aren't enough words to tell my love for that smile and laugh. </div><div>I love this picture of us.</div><div> Other than my strange-looking nostrils.<br /></div><div align="center"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_5torHLo_bQ/TpM_sALe6tI/AAAAAAAAEi0/wXYKnTTl4cM/s1600/DSC_0021.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 268px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661939181729802962" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_5torHLo_bQ/TpM_sALe6tI/AAAAAAAAEi0/wXYKnTTl4cM/s400/DSC_0021.JPG" /></a>And the love between a Grandmother and Grandaughter is one of the most special things in my whole life.</div><div align="center"> What a blessing.</div><div align="center">Words from THAT FACE from THE PRODUCERS</div><div align="center">That face, that face,</div><div align="center">that fabulous face</div><div align="center">It's clear I must beware</div><div align="center">I'm certain if I fall in love</div><div align="center">I'm lost without a trace</div><div align="center">But, its worth it for that face.<br /></div><div align="center"></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Janahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07168848478601668264noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7496415843673602135.post-57035651076473947022011-09-28T08:29:00.000-07:002011-09-28T08:52:12.955-07:00I Can't Stop Loving You<div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SxASWvmyYqM/ToM_Ce4IZ8I/AAAAAAAAEio/omu4wun529I/s1600/DSC_0013.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 268px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657434868788258754" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SxASWvmyYqM/ToM_Ce4IZ8I/AAAAAAAAEio/omu4wun529I/s400/DSC_0013.JPG" /></a> My Mother had another birthday this year. </div><div> </div><div align="center"> A big number birthday. </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Seems those are happening way too much around here! </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">But, every year is another one to celebrate.<br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FvbkTRlCXxA/ToM-8lYeJEI/AAAAAAAAEig/Rnq7yzA8CPE/s1600/DSC_0007.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 268px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657434767455298626" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FvbkTRlCXxA/ToM-8lYeJEI/AAAAAAAAEig/Rnq7yzA8CPE/s400/DSC_0007.JPG" /></a> This is her with her only Great Grandaughter.</div><div> </div><div align="center"> We celebrated her special day at her house this year.<br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2zsyaih_G7Y/ToM-3Sv17tI/AAAAAAAAEiY/5e84xeFLjn8/s1600/DSC_0043.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 268px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657434676553707218" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2zsyaih_G7Y/ToM-3Sv17tI/AAAAAAAAEiY/5e84xeFLjn8/s400/DSC_0043.JPG" /></a></div><div> Michael and Kiera hosted a delicious dinner at their home.<br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1JAu3wYdjdU/ToM-v7kidbI/AAAAAAAAEiQ/EdfzEGOLcJA/s1600/DSC_0004.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 268px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657434550073193906" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1JAu3wYdjdU/ToM-v7kidbI/AAAAAAAAEiQ/EdfzEGOLcJA/s400/DSC_0004.JPG" /></a> Daisy Doak is one beautiful dog! </div><div> </div><div> Look how she poses. </div><div> </div><div> She gets really happy when everyone comes over to her house.<br /></div><div align="center"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Yni1ephBitQ/ToM-pvZDfvI/AAAAAAAAEiI/ENHmNTbmnIE/s1600/DSC_0031.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 268px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657434443724586738" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Yni1ephBitQ/ToM-pvZDfvI/AAAAAAAAEiI/ENHmNTbmnIE/s400/DSC_0031.JPG" /></a>While dinner was cooking, baby girl showed off her toys and climbling skills. </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">That is not a rope.</div><div align="center"> Nope.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> It's Rapunzels white hair and she let it down and baby girl climbed up it.<br /></div><div align="center"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qQqPpqzk3Vw/ToM-j_gFxjI/AAAAAAAAEiA/32DeNDmhhtI/s1600/DSC_0019.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 268px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657434344969848370" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qQqPpqzk3Vw/ToM-j_gFxjI/AAAAAAAAEiA/32DeNDmhhtI/s400/DSC_0019.JPG" /></a>A girl and her dog chilling under the fig tree.<br /><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8vwOnyxa1wk/ToM-dLajBWI/AAAAAAAAEh4/D9EROysfRBQ/s1600/DSC_0014.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 268px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657434227908740450" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8vwOnyxa1wk/ToM-dLajBWI/AAAAAAAAEh4/D9EROysfRBQ/s400/DSC_0014.JPG" /></a>Michael and Poppa overseeing the grilling of the chicken.<br /><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OhhpsrXSdfk/ToM-YTvM4cI/AAAAAAAAEhw/ViQw4nFB_8M/s1600/DSC_0016.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 268px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657434144243507650" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OhhpsrXSdfk/ToM-YTvM4cI/AAAAAAAAEhw/ViQw4nFB_8M/s400/DSC_0016.JPG" /></a>Yum! Have you ever had this recipe? </div><div> </div><div>We call it Poppa's Grilled Chicken and the sauce you put over it is so yummy.</div><div> </div><div> Definantly everyone in our families favorite.<br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-h6wRbgCcjyg/ToM-PRBVHkI/AAAAAAAAEho/DDETLDXMZYk/s1600/DSC_0018.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 268px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657433988895415874" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-h6wRbgCcjyg/ToM-PRBVHkI/AAAAAAAAEho/DDETLDXMZYk/s400/DSC_0018.JPG" /></a>Rachie behind the tent net.</div><div> </div><div> Only because she is doing everything that baby girl is telling her to do while they play.</div><div> </div><div> Ha!<br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SgNNSv-_8Ng/ToM-HYOeRdI/AAAAAAAAEhg/x2T-ObaNLGY/s1600/DSC_0026.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 268px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657433853390636498" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SgNNSv-_8Ng/ToM-HYOeRdI/AAAAAAAAEhg/x2T-ObaNLGY/s400/DSC_0026.JPG" /></a>Mother and her first Grandaughter in law, Kiera.<br /><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hw_YOKm3Rq8/ToM-AudnvHI/AAAAAAAAEhY/1EPkQvRCSwE/s1600/DSC_0056.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 268px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657433739100666994" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hw_YOKm3Rq8/ToM-AudnvHI/AAAAAAAAEhY/1EPkQvRCSwE/s400/DSC_0056.JPG" /></a>Mother and her birthday buddy, Zac</div><div> </div><div>. He was born just two days before her birthday back in 1992.<br /><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tI32leJbfqo/ToM96J4ul0I/AAAAAAAAEhQ/T0GmDH7tnMQ/s1600/DSC_0053.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 268px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657433626203035458" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tI32leJbfqo/ToM96J4ul0I/AAAAAAAAEhQ/T0GmDH7tnMQ/s400/DSC_0053.JPG" /></a>Since she is about the best cake baker in the world, we didn't even attempt to make her a cake but, her next favorite desert is homemade ice cream so, Michael and Kiera made that for her.</div><div> It was delish!<br /><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SNjs04IZn4Q/ToM9vCdFLOI/AAAAAAAAEhI/N6k68QPEXuA/s1600/DSC_0030.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 268px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657433435229465826" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SNjs04IZn4Q/ToM9vCdFLOI/AAAAAAAAEhI/N6k68QPEXuA/s400/DSC_0030.JPG" /></a>Happy Birthday to my Mother!</div><div> </div><div> I love you and am thankful for another year to share!<br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Janahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07168848478601668264noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7496415843673602135.post-25929995526813386772011-09-12T11:22:00.000-07:002011-09-12T12:07:29.894-07:00Downtown<div><div align="center"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eKMrtLg4UZI/Tm5RFZmfkOI/AAAAAAAAEhA/RMMVZXa7GsY/s1600/DSC_0009.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 268px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651543735610085602" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eKMrtLg4UZI/Tm5RFZmfkOI/AAAAAAAAEhA/RMMVZXa7GsY/s400/DSC_0009.JPG" /></a>Our town has something pretty cool that happens on every Friday night before an FSU home football game. </div><div align="center">The Downtown Get Down.</div><div align="center"> It's a great place to go for food and fun.</div><div align="center"> Here are some things I like about it.<br /></div><div align="center"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uR-PlX0jLCk/Tm5Q_6px2jI/AAAAAAAAEg4/Cj3m8yHUl-A/s1600/DSC_0018.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 268px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651543641403021874" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uR-PlX0jLCk/Tm5Q_6px2jI/AAAAAAAAEg4/Cj3m8yHUl-A/s400/DSC_0018.JPG" /></a>Live music.<br /><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FxorY0QPZU0/Tm5Q1bKz2II/AAAAAAAAEgw/KFteDKolnj8/s1600/DSC_0010.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 268px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651543461152938114" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FxorY0QPZU0/Tm5Q1bKz2II/AAAAAAAAEgw/KFteDKolnj8/s400/DSC_0010.JPG" /></a>Jumping houses for the kiddoes.<br /><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OgKYvw5LxAM/Tm5QpAFpnsI/AAAAAAAAEgo/PzXh8R-EHYg/s1600/DSC_0024.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 268px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651543247725108930" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OgKYvw5LxAM/Tm5QpAFpnsI/AAAAAAAAEgo/PzXh8R-EHYg/s400/DSC_0024.JPG" /></a>Snow cones! </div><div>Nice for these first ones that are still in the summer heat.<br /><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EHbRD9PniZE/Tm5QirgXnuI/AAAAAAAAEgg/6dqnYZYPwXs/s1600/DSC_0026.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 268px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651543139120815842" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EHbRD9PniZE/Tm5QirgXnuI/AAAAAAAAEgg/6dqnYZYPwXs/s400/DSC_0026.JPG" /></a>Ohhhh....this booth smells terrific!<br /><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xtfc5F0JXjw/Tm5Qb9bgp2I/AAAAAAAAEgY/7SE0PViVvt0/s1600/DSC_0012.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 268px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651543023673190242" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xtfc5F0JXjw/Tm5Qb9bgp2I/AAAAAAAAEgY/7SE0PViVvt0/s400/DSC_0012.JPG" /></a>My favorite booth of all. </div><div>FUNNEL CAKES!</div><div>Woo-hoo!</div><div>Praise the Lord!<br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QnFQhsfa6LY/Tm5QV8jqPBI/AAAAAAAAEgQ/HOIGbLDX5gk/s1600/DSC_0029.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 268px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651542920359722002" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QnFQhsfa6LY/Tm5QV8jqPBI/AAAAAAAAEgQ/HOIGbLDX5gk/s400/DSC_0029.JPG" /></a>Yes, I ate it.</div><div> No, I'm not ashamed.</div><div> These things are AWESOME!<br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YwGZZK9w8gI/Tm5QJEl4eBI/AAAAAAAAEgI/TL0Tx3HDHv8/s1600/DSC_0033.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 268px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651542699178227730" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YwGZZK9w8gI/Tm5QJEl4eBI/AAAAAAAAEgI/TL0Tx3HDHv8/s400/DSC_0033.JPG" /></a>There are interviews with people.</div><div> These men serve our country in the Navy.</div><div> Thank you to them.<br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jJp-XiqdgSM/Tm5QBfSuoCI/AAAAAAAAEgA/rygAXifnWuQ/s1600/DSC_0036.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 268px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651542568906694690" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jJp-XiqdgSM/Tm5QBfSuoCI/AAAAAAAAEgA/rygAXifnWuQ/s400/DSC_0036.JPG" /></a>Fun give-aways for the little ones and even the not so little ones.<br /><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bCwzVo9xKXU/Tm5P8PqD5JI/AAAAAAAAEf4/4Nme5bMJLy8/s1600/DSC_0037.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 268px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651542478810244242" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bCwzVo9xKXU/Tm5P8PqD5JI/AAAAAAAAEf4/4Nme5bMJLy8/s400/DSC_0037.JPG" /></a>Peppers and onions!</div><div> Oh.....smells soooooo good!<br /><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HbX8uBugVAE/Tm5P2eGTOfI/AAAAAAAAEfw/XaYmiGdhrgs/s1600/DSC_0038.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 268px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651542379607570930" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HbX8uBugVAE/Tm5P2eGTOfI/AAAAAAAAEfw/XaYmiGdhrgs/s400/DSC_0038.JPG" /></a>Sausage dogs!</div><div> Yum!<br /><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EtZv20Q0mfw/Tm5Pt6KwE7I/AAAAAAAAEfo/t13Zu8Jqfn4/s1600/DSC_0042.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 268px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651542232523609010" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EtZv20Q0mfw/Tm5Pt6KwE7I/AAAAAAAAEfo/t13Zu8Jqfn4/s400/DSC_0042.JPG" /></a>People that chose to wear strange clothes.<br /><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Gt7RIoxQ5iI/Tm5Pj42Hb0I/AAAAAAAAEfg/tDijpUYRZJQ/s1600/DSC_0058.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 268px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651542060369932098" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Gt7RIoxQ5iI/Tm5Pj42Hb0I/AAAAAAAAEfg/tDijpUYRZJQ/s400/DSC_0058.JPG" /></a>The head football coach of the FSU Seminoles, Jimbo Fisher!<br /><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t5sFqCKOPfU/Tm5PTBYwR5I/AAAAAAAAEfY/Ee7XeNfwi9s/s1600/DSC_0083.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 268px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651541770604922770" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t5sFqCKOPfU/Tm5PTBYwR5I/AAAAAAAAEfY/Ee7XeNfwi9s/s400/DSC_0083.JPG" /></a>She is holding my prized possesion!<br /><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rv9v1a5JtHw/Tm5PLqJSiLI/AAAAAAAAEfQ/7wkAlODxPtY/s1600/DSC_0071.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 268px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651541644106959026" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rv9v1a5JtHw/Tm5PLqJSiLI/AAAAAAAAEfQ/7wkAlODxPtY/s400/DSC_0071.JPG" /></a>Baby girl gets to play in a giant sand box!<br /><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UdVnZ0rP46Q/Tm5PDAQuiXI/AAAAAAAAEfI/Q2w4vAuO7XY/s1600/DSC_0074.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 268px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651541495424911730" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UdVnZ0rP46Q/Tm5PDAQuiXI/AAAAAAAAEfI/Q2w4vAuO7XY/s400/DSC_0074.JPG" /></a></div><div>A girl who should be put on restrictions for wearing this out of the house.</div><div> </div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hbUtWHncfms/Tm5O61SQo4I/AAAAAAAAEfA/y3oxcrNl3N4/s1600/DSC_0076.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 268px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651541355039597442" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hbUtWHncfms/Tm5O61SQo4I/AAAAAAAAEfA/y3oxcrNl3N4/s400/DSC_0076.JPG" /></a> Boys playing their music in the park.<br /><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uhhm1JiiadA/Tm5Oz3oMH8I/AAAAAAAAEe4/WTOnRtG9vYs/s1600/DSC_0079.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 268px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651541235409362882" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uhhm1JiiadA/Tm5Oz3oMH8I/AAAAAAAAEe4/WTOnRtG9vYs/s400/DSC_0079.JPG" /></a>Even a mermaid lady was there.</div><div> Cool!<br /><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cDsewpXbrY4/Tm5Os0XFwXI/AAAAAAAAEew/u0wWDXtdZMQ/s1600/DSC_0078.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 268px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651541114273251698" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cDsewpXbrY4/Tm5Os0XFwXI/AAAAAAAAEew/u0wWDXtdZMQ/s400/DSC_0078.JPG" /></a>And face painting for the kids. </div><div>How cute!</div><div> Love those painted on big teeth!<br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IzFA6Bb8WJ0/Tm5OfO-g2cI/AAAAAAAAEeo/LDAAERrGjMc/s1600/DSC_0085.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 268px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651540880899758530" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IzFA6Bb8WJ0/Tm5OfO-g2cI/AAAAAAAAEeo/LDAAERrGjMc/s400/DSC_0085.JPG" /></a>And baby girl got a balloon doggie.<br /><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CdhNQ1FqTqs/Tm5OAh08tUI/AAAAAAAAEeg/cNmZrFODzew/s1600/DSC_0135.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 268px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651540353383970114" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CdhNQ1FqTqs/Tm5OAh08tUI/AAAAAAAAEeg/cNmZrFODzew/s400/DSC_0135.JPG" /></a>And this was the sunset as we left to go home. </div><div>Beautiful!</div><div>So, if you are in Tally and need something to go on a Friday night.</div><div> Go to the Downtown Get Down </div><div>and get down, downtown!<br /></div><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Janahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07168848478601668264noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7496415843673602135.post-41276267878610128982011-09-03T08:22:00.000-07:002011-09-03T08:48:13.897-07:00You Make Me Feel Like A Natural Woman<div align="center"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5OsWkUcTOT0/TmJG9wv5quI/AAAAAAAAEeY/3IEchwJCvWo/s1600/DSC_0037.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 268px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648154909547801314" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5OsWkUcTOT0/TmJG9wv5quI/AAAAAAAAEeY/3IEchwJCvWo/s400/DSC_0037.JPG" /></a>What do you do when you have a yard sprinkler system and it's maybe an eyesore and looks like this and you just want your yard to be "ever so attractive"?<br /><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dmVog-Kc9Ac/TmJG3tAp-lI/AAAAAAAAEeQ/lmtLG-7LmqU/s1600/DSC_0036.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 268px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648154805465119314" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dmVog-Kc9Ac/TmJG3tAp-lI/AAAAAAAAEeQ/lmtLG-7LmqU/s400/DSC_0036.JPG" /></a>Well, you put a big box like this over it, right?</div><div> And then it just blends right in and no one would ever ever in a million years notice it.<br /><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ymuPQKBjDk0/TmJGxcOUBHI/AAAAAAAAEeI/8FJtofwe49A/s1600/DSC_0035.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 268px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648154697879782514" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ymuPQKBjDk0/TmJGxcOUBHI/AAAAAAAAEeI/8FJtofwe49A/s400/DSC_0035.JPG" /></a>NOT!<br /><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bltHPwunFlU/TmJGqsvn3NI/AAAAAAAAEeA/ExK31sOhGxA/s1600/DSC_0032.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 268px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648154582055378130" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bltHPwunFlU/TmJGqsvn3NI/AAAAAAAAEeA/ExK31sOhGxA/s400/DSC_0032.JPG" /></a>No, you go to the plastic rock store and you get yourself one of these!!!</div><div> Wow!<br /><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5TYZQ1LmwTg/TmJGkpGshHI/AAAAAAAAEd4/KVSZ7bMRl4A/s1600/DSC_0030.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 268px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648154477999195250" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5TYZQ1LmwTg/TmJGkpGshHI/AAAAAAAAEd4/KVSZ7bMRl4A/s400/DSC_0030.JPG" /></a>Or how about one like this?<br /><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-i2pRG96aD0A/TmJGfPtu0YI/AAAAAAAAEdw/HMp_F5lE8Ko/s1600/DSC_0007.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 268px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648154385284256130" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-i2pRG96aD0A/TmJGfPtu0YI/AAAAAAAAEdw/HMp_F5lE8Ko/s400/DSC_0007.JPG" /></a>And this one under the tree.</div><div> It just looks like it grew right out of the ground.<br /><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V7wIuwo0hco/TmJGZoiHpzI/AAAAAAAAEdo/RawKPPpZk2E/s1600/DSC_0004.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 268px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648154288867223346" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V7wIuwo0hco/TmJGZoiHpzI/AAAAAAAAEdo/RawKPPpZk2E/s400/DSC_0004.JPG" /></a>Oh so natural. I mean everytime I ride by, I think to myself , "wow...that rock just looks so natural." And then I giggle a little bit.</div><div>And a deep apology to all my neighbors for poking fun.</div><div>And a deep thank you to them also for making me enjoy my car rides by their homes.<br /></div><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Janahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07168848478601668264noreply@blogger.com1