tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14655198409999670172024-03-04T22:54:05.050-06:00Me and GabrielJeaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05015460607020778455noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1465519840999967017.post-66288980376362062252009-03-28T01:02:00.009-05:002009-03-28T02:46:18.018-05:00HOMEO my goodness! I have let my blog go, I have been so busy, my daughter had a wreck in her car so I have been driving her to work and Jackson to school then back to school to pick him up and on good days we hang out at the park playground til time to pick my daughter up and then we get home about 7:30pm and get there just in time to feed Jackson and go to bed and start all over the next day!!<br /><br />It was so good to come HOME on those days, I was weary and so were Ash and Jackson. I don't know how people do it that do this on a daily basis and this is just the way thier lives are. Thank God that we are blessed with more than one car "most" of the time.<br /><br />It was always good to see the lights of home as we came home everyday , to eat and rest. On the days that I remembered to put something in the crock pot we had nice soup or something similar to eat when we got home. Soup was so good on those cold blustery days.<br /><br />We could smell the soup cooking as we came through the door, all three of us would sigh and the business of the day fell away. David would show up and we could all eat and then speak of the days events.<br /><br />For Ashley it was her new job and all that it entailed, for David it was the same plus errand or things he would ask me to do, and for Jackson it would be what happened on the play ground and what did he have for lunch that day. For me , I was content to set and listen to my family talk and share the day with each other.<br /><br />Our home is warm, safe, clean and dry. Our pets wait for us at the door, we have enough food and drink to satisfy our hunger and thirst. We have each other to Love and laugh with and sometimes cry with. Our Home, a place to lay our tired bodies and rest to say our prayers and speak to God, a place to gather and just to be HOME.<br /><br />I hope that all of you are Home, wheter it be in your heart, or in a physical place, God bless.<br /><br /><br />And speaking of Home, I was in a swap called The Glass House Swap, Tina of Paper Cowgirl.blogspot.com sponsered it and put the swap together. There were 10 of us that agreed to participate. This was a soldered glass house , we cut and soldered a collage that said home to us. Some were funny, some were sweet, some were pretty. They were all Homes though. Here is my little house/home. I chose to to make my collage with pictures of our family, the little boy you see pictured is Jackson my grandson, who is our Hope for the future, David's Grandparents who Loved and were married and endured the depression and hard times, through it all they remained steadfast, and endured for each other and thier family. The Butterfly is for Faith, it seems so fleeting sometimes, something beyond our controll happens and our faith may waver and seem fragile, but as we turn our eyes to God, our faith is shored up and it enables us to rise above, as a butterfly lightly and beautifully flies above what would bring us down and destroy our family. These are things that our Home is made of, Hope,Faith,and Love <br /><br /><br /><br><br /><center><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjH9AvCVuqc2ZZUCRqXoRIWJQBx8ZeCcsBdqHL9O8K0upJD44dA7kF0SITdMlHjO66qdhFT8vGlmK0B6lptwqfppP5SGl1YbPhLA-gbCIzTsI5snA_SucW9Hk7qELetonwRRNIg8-gAbrlN/s1600-h/My+little+house+6.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318121893720892322" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 312px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjH9AvCVuqc2ZZUCRqXoRIWJQBx8ZeCcsBdqHL9O8K0upJD44dA7kF0SITdMlHjO66qdhFT8vGlmK0B6lptwqfppP5SGl1YbPhLA-gbCIzTsI5snA_SucW9Hk7qELetonwRRNIg8-gAbrlN/s320/My+little+house+6.jpg" border="0" /></br></center></div></a>Jeaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05015460607020778455noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1465519840999967017.post-75344693005839045942009-02-04T15:01:00.005-06:002009-02-04T15:47:57.877-06:00Dedicated to the One I Love..........<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1rWbfOCmIi5iL8bd4IXDwE3-eyUu0oMXKTw2EHayKX25UvoBHb00epE9h1rXMFz-V4lGSBlVPfVD4IHwQfomefGnzdqW6YV5nQOXyoRGwDYUQsPdOcBveDe8SsQj7NHalXNK3n0Xa7fJX/s1600-h/Happy+Valentines+Day.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 221px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1rWbfOCmIi5iL8bd4IXDwE3-eyUu0oMXKTw2EHayKX25UvoBHb00epE9h1rXMFz-V4lGSBlVPfVD4IHwQfomefGnzdqW6YV5nQOXyoRGwDYUQsPdOcBveDe8SsQj7NHalXNK3n0Xa7fJX/s320/Happy+Valentines+Day.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299060049382279122" /></a><br />This post is dedicated to the One I Love, David Ray Yarbrough, dearest man. I have loved this man for 36 years, we have been married for 34... time flys when you are married to the one you love.<br />You see this picture of him, here,<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_5RI-OpeZrfT5GoCo7o7Zx4fWbalwt_cNerbZbtvqPlxvP9wM3NRQRc9Gqfzj0G45XACI4i77_R38u-j0bZ6ehpB-J4THLCWAQLtIw8rRgE-mhvtmvD6o-PdZc3S_gUQIp9b5UVNBuGau/s1600-h/David.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 76px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_5RI-OpeZrfT5GoCo7o7Zx4fWbalwt_cNerbZbtvqPlxvP9wM3NRQRc9Gqfzj0G45XACI4i77_R38u-j0bZ6ehpB-J4THLCWAQLtIw8rRgE-mhvtmvD6o-PdZc3S_gUQIp9b5UVNBuGau/s200/David.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299060655849234850" /></a><br />this is how I always think of him, you can't see his face, because he is busy doing what he likes to do. He is always doing something for someone else... carrying someone else. It is only one of the things I love about him. <br /><br />We met years ago, but I remember it like it was yesterday, he was young, and I was even younger, my Mother wanted me to come over to the drugstore and talk to her a minute. I had been out in the yard helping my dad, I didn't want to get cleaned up, I wanted to get back to what I was helping my dad with...she had told me to clean up. I should have listened to my Mother! I went over in cut off jean shorts and a halter top I had made in Homemaking class!! LOL <br />There was this Man standing behind the counter( I say Man because he was, he was never a boy to me though I called him that :) anyway there was this man standing behind the Pharmacy counter busy filling prescriptions, working away. My Mother said "David come over here I want you to meet my daughter Jeanie" O MY GOSH I THOUGHT I WOULD DIE!!! Just let the floor open up and swallow me!!! I was hot,tired and sweaty and the clothes I had on, O the clothes I had on, or didn't' have as my Mother said. I was just barely 17 and tall and thin and had no makeup on, really, I mean I was helping my Dad in the yard!!! David was very nice and smiled and came around and said Hi and asked me about myself. I don't remember talking to him or what I said, I was too busy thinking how to get out of there without making a total complete idiot of myself and plotting about how to get back at my mother!!! LOL <br />He tells me now, now that, that day is well behind us that he remembers thinking I was the hottest thing! LOL, O how memories can be kinder than we deserve! <br /><br />We went out and then we started to date, he didn't realize how old I was, I didn't think it mattered. Turns out it didn't really. He was one of the sweetest men I knew, he wasn't pushy, or loud or obnoxious the way some younger guys can seem sometimes. We dated for two years before we got married, and we have gone through some rough times together, but nothing that we wanted to give up on or call it quits. I am sure sometimes he felt like he was raising me, at times I was sure he was. But we got through it by the Grace of God.<br /><br />I listen to the song sung by Alan Jackson "Remember When" and think that is us. We have lasted and plan to last a longer time still. We still hold hands, and still love to do things together. He still makes me laugh,and still makes me cry. I love to watch him when he doesn't know it, and sometimes when he is asleep. I never think "where has the time gone" I know exactly where it has gone, and it is locked away in my heart. I look into his eyes and see myself reflected back at me, but the reflection in his eyes is so much better than what I am ,I thank God for that. <br /><br />This is dedicated to the One I Love, David Ray Yarbrough, dearest man.Jeaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05015460607020778455noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1465519840999967017.post-67308353903170138362009-01-13T21:27:00.007-06:002009-01-13T22:49:40.103-06:00May I Have A Drum Roll Please!!!!!Well As promised I got Jackson to draw a name from all those that had posted to my blog!<br />I waited til evening to have Jackson draw out the name for me. What was I thinking! Perhaps some of you might relate to this..... Jackson is a sweet little boy, he is into shooting things as in using inanimate objects as a gun. He will use a clothes pin, his finger, a spoon he happens to be eating with, he even used the dogs tail this evening. :\ What can I say, there wasn't anything else at hand right then and there. Cody,(Codiac the Mainac, or Codyody, the poor dog answers to all of these)........happened to be standing there in the same space and time as Jackson. Jackson was trying to talk to me, Cody wanted my attention too and they both ganged up on me. Cody was barking and Jackson was gibbering something about an ice cream sandwich and I was trying to get supper on the table, Ashley was at work(if your wondering where his mother was) this was very frustrating to a little boy of five who happened to be hungry and was vying with a big dog for his La La's attention. So whilst Cody's back was turned to him , Jackson grabbed his tail and all the sudden the tail became a weapon! he turned Cody's own tail on him and just up and shot him! Jackson said "now then, I guess you'll be quiet while I am talking". I didn't know whether to laugh or be dismayed! Cody was offended and slunk off to my room. Having opposable thumbs is definitely an advantage.<br />Supper(as we call it here at our house) was finally ready, everyone ate and those who finished their supper and could show a good amount of empty plate to prove it, got an ice cream sandwich. Full tummies and chocolate faces and hands then needed to head up to the bath for clean up and teeth brushing and hair combing (sorta) No P.Js tonight though, it was too warm for this little one. He decided to just sleep in his "underwears" so off he goes to watch a Ben 10 dvd while his Mother takes a bath and LaLa's speaks with Poppy for a few minutes. So Poppy asks who won the snowman plate? I said "What?, ...snowman plate..... !!!! SHOOT!!!" so off I run up the stairs( what a sight glad you weren't here) grab the camera and zip into Ash's room and get Jackson to pull a paper strip out with a name on it for the drawing. By this time he is into Ben 10 and wants nothing to do with the drawing.... Jackson PAALLEEEZZEEE ..... he gives me this sideways glance out of his eyes and very quietly but fast pulls out a strip. Now he is all giggly and I have to take his picture while he fidgets in the bed but finally I get him to show me the name on the strip and I snap a pic. The drawing is done, the winner is<span style="color:#990000;">.......VICKI!!!! YaY VICKI!!! Thank you for taking the time to visit and post to me about it :) I'll be sending you your snowman tray right away</span><span style="color:#333333;">! I wonder if Ed McMahon and the Publisher's Clearing House had this much trouble with their drawing? </span><br /><center><img src="http://people.delphiforums.com/brushjockey/blog%20drawing2.jpg"></center>Jeaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05015460607020778455noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1465519840999967017.post-65486539863906277622009-01-07T21:32:00.001-06:002009-01-07T22:49:42.780-06:00Shamless promotion<div align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcqtJW_wKraTKKUQ9a8uYRNfVRAa9K5-0uUK3DIXyu9UrYqN6U65rCP-es2xV9vSDNjMqHIko4TlUudNIFqIeKPvHFxVwz6NIGfJZt4XD9DT2yjbu7NblVEVaU7L1ErynmQ7T9vWuau8e4/s1600-h/100_0101.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288772087294300514" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcqtJW_wKraTKKUQ9a8uYRNfVRAa9K5-0uUK3DIXyu9UrYqN6U65rCP-es2xV9vSDNjMqHIko4TlUudNIFqIeKPvHFxVwz6NIGfJZt4XD9DT2yjbu7NblVEVaU7L1ErynmQ7T9vWuau8e4/s320/100_0101.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Shameless promotion of my blog by begging people to visit my site and dangling a prize before them like a carrot!! Hey I admit it! But there is a difference between Shameless promoting your blog and bragging. BRAGGING !! O my gosh, if my Mother were alive I would get a lecture! You know when we were kids my mom never told us we were pretty, too smart, to fast, to anything, lest it go to our heads and turn us into obnoxious people. We were never to boast lest we embarrass our parents and get stern disapproving looks and THEN a lecture on how we should not boast, brag or say anything about how good we were at anything. If you were any of those things other people would naturally notice, you were not to call attention to it yourself! </div><div align="left"><br />I didn't have a lot to brag about when I was younger. I was NOT pretty. I had reddish brown hair and freckles, chubby cheeks and blue eyes. I was not a brilliant child either, nor was I a good athlete. I was just an average little girl. I grew up to hate it when attention was called to myself by anything I did particularly well, I was shy and quiet. But! Inside there was a character, a funny person , a smart alleck waiting to get out, and there were moments it escaped and ran rampant!</div><div align="left"><br />In the 3rd grade I broke out my teeth in the front, one tooth I broke in half straight across. The other front tooth was broken at an angle like a triangle. I could make faces like a beaver and did every chance I got. The dentist also put these big silver temporary caps on them until the white porcelin caps were ready. Wow! Little Kids think things like that are neat. I milked it for all it was worth.<br /></div><div align="left">The end of 3rd grade approached and so did the talent show. It was the era of leather mini skirts and knee boots. I had them both. My mother made sure of it. Inside she was a Diva too. I told my mother I wanted to be in the Talent show and she was sure I would chicken out or worse bomb. I don't know who was sicker at their stomach that day me or my mom. I chose to sing a song. A very IN song at the time. Not a child's song. The song was........wait for it, wait for it......"THESE BOOTS ARE MADE FOR WALKING" Can you believe!? My Mom helped me learn it and practice on it. My Mother told my Father it was his fault,because he listened to country stations while working on cars in the garage and I spent all the time I could with him out there. </div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">I was told later that my teachers were astounded by my wanting to sing. We did not know about channeling in those days, but surely they would have thought this was the case if they had. I learned how to strut across that stage for all my 8 year old self was worth and sing to everybody that these boots I had on were made for walking and that's just what they would do,..... I remember nothing of it from the actual day....I was terrified. I won the talent for my grade. If I had known how to faint I probably would have done that too, but I didn't even know what that was.<br /></div><div align="left">There were other things later on in life that would fall just short of bragging or boasting,,,never that! But I will always remember that Talent show in the 3rd grad me with my freckles , chubby cheeks and those awful silver caps singing for all I was worth, in my leather mini dress, and white leather boots. Yep those boots were made for walking and that's just what they did, all over that stage. My Mother was proud of me, and neither one of us threw up. It was a good day.<br /></div><div align="left">So I am not bragging nor boasting but I am shamelessly promoting my blog and trying to get people to notice me and what I am doing here. And in that vein I am offering something that I painted. I will put all the names in a hat that come and leave a comment on my blog between yesterday and this weekend and draw out a name. So if you like to get stuff in the mail besides bills , leave me a comment! BTW, this item that I painted (above at the beginning of the post) is not the best in the world, but it's decent, lest anyone think I am boastful or bragging.........Mother would be proud of me. </div>Jeaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05015460607020778455noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1465519840999967017.post-74327446511465795382008-12-31T12:12:00.000-06:002009-01-03T22:24:36.369-06:00New Shoes! Mama's gotta have some shoes!!<div>Well I do! I love shoes, but I can rarely make up my mind what kind I want so more often than not I go home with out shoes. :( Are any of you like that out there? FESS UP! You drive the shoe salesman crazy just like me.</div><br /><div>I am not the worst however, that would be reserved for my daughter Ashley :) She is a shoe feind. Not just nice shoes , she likes those "Catch me if you can" shoes, you know the ones, the ones that the woman in the movie wears? The one that is being chased by some Murderous feind that has a knife or is just plain creepy, nightmare creepy! She runs looking back , IN HIGH HEELS!!!!!!!</div><br /><div>Who does that!? Men write these scripts I know it. I mean it wouldn't do for the delectable morsel to actually get away would it? NO! So she runs forward , looking backward, in high heels that make her stumble and fall etc.... I yell at the movies, (you do too, do not deny it!) TAKE OFF THE SHOES AND RUN!!!!!!!!! Throw them away and RUN! don't carry them with you! If the monster gets you , you can't wear them anyway!!! RUN!!!!!!!!!!!!</div><br /><div>Of course Ashley would be one of those women running , WITH the high heels ON. If she took them off she would carry them with her or put them in her pockets(she never carries a purse) If the Monster caught her she would then turn and beat him to a bloody pulp with the high heels , thus making him rue the day he chose to chase her ,in her spiffy high heels. She would. Hmmmmmmm... maybe I'll wear high heels more often. They do make your legs look good.... </div><br /><br /><div>O well here are some high heels I made for a Tea. They were so cute and I had seen them made up and was just dying to make some. My sister Sandra gave me the perfect excuse. The Christmas Tea!! Here is a picture of them. Not a good picture I know. I will do better in future blogginess I promise, for now suffer and just look at the picture.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhn8X_-UQe6v_m_NVv-vd-PbiwC1DoI8W3sVydBGfP7uHvIohVnJo4cBOBUtK53lO3VzeyycKepsAjJKoiVJWfh1x3Q7ipRPwXd63lm0B6aIjQcQ5EPzGt2oqrujUQQVQZ_rdczs1731j5B/s1600-h/Shoes+1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286021617095564018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 297px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhn8X_-UQe6v_m_NVv-vd-PbiwC1DoI8W3sVydBGfP7uHvIohVnJo4cBOBUtK53lO3VzeyycKepsAjJKoiVJWfh1x3Q7ipRPwXd63lm0B6aIjQcQ5EPzGt2oqrujUQQVQZ_rdczs1731j5B/s320/Shoes+1.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><br /><div></div><br /><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmYdH7qctqY0w7yWtPBrZUwavLAIJGlJnQ_Bhf1uXUUvAyEYiICRkJouSH2T8XuvjvmGr_WNbFDxKU30WIZIDIqJiAaJlejH2jHU7NQ2rw10Cw4_m_Jov8GoWnGu0DUyHgvorx_xI_F0u-/s1600-h/Shoes+3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286060141427967650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmYdH7qctqY0w7yWtPBrZUwavLAIJGlJnQ_Bhf1uXUUvAyEYiICRkJouSH2T8XuvjvmGr_WNbFDxKU30WIZIDIqJiAaJlejH2jHU7NQ2rw10Cw4_m_Jov8GoWnGu0DUyHgvorx_xI_F0u-/s320/Shoes+3.jpg" border="0" /></a> Here is where you will find the pattern for these little paper shoes,<a href="http://ellenhutson.typepad.com/ellen_hutson_simple_dream/2007/08/witches-shoe-te.html">http://ellenhutson.typepad.com/ellen_hutson_simple_dream/2007/08/witches-shoe-te.html</a> There are a lot more examples out there , most using her pattern but I will let you find the links yourself, you'll have fun searching and looking :) Hey I can't do all the work for you!</p><br /><p>Fill these little elf size shoes up with candy/chocolates etc... for a girls get together, young or old. I sat them at the place settings filled with candies for our tea.</p><br /><p>They were a big hit with the table of ladies setting next to us in the tea room, one of the ladies especially like them, so we handed one over to her , and she was delighted. Sorry ladies that I didn't have enough to go around. I have a feeling I would have been handing them out all over the tea room if that had been the case. </p><br /><p>There is a delightful shoe using this pattern that is made with velum and looks like Cinderella's shoe , so cute!!!! Witches shoes made in black, etc.... I'm tellin ya, you need to make these. O and wedding shower favors! The list goes on and on............... </p><br /><p>I found that card stock is the best for the outside and then to line them if you must use a patterned paper, it doesn't have to be thick. I used my tape runner and bits of ribbon to match the papers I had and whatever thingamabobs I had already on hand to accent them with. FUN FUN FUN. So if you like shoes try these out, design to your hearts content and save your real money for you know unfun stuff, like electric bills, gas bills, school tuition *sigh* </p><br /><p>A good way to live out your shoe fantasies! :)<br /></p>Jeaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05015460607020778455noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1465519840999967017.post-18891346279147520522008-12-31T11:17:00.000-06:002008-12-31T12:03:59.798-06:00And so it begins..............<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGIj2d4NrL_p5avgvsjgO-FFN7bGcdP4oFJsPeG-STsAJQ-REgBq_a0-F6Hip_mRIzONmjKV3RI-7FdwxoHFC3inY4-xXfFZ2dbqDx8vs1zrmDxXe5im316acDiFVJqhS4IR8xYwER5ldz/s1600-h/Cathyswapornie08"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286007805155987874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGIj2d4NrL_p5avgvsjgO-FFN7bGcdP4oFJsPeG-STsAJQ-REgBq_a0-F6Hip_mRIzONmjKV3RI-7FdwxoHFC3inY4-xXfFZ2dbqDx8vs1zrmDxXe5im316acDiFVJqhS4IR8xYwER5ldz/s320/Cathyswapornie08" border="0" /></a> See the little guy above? He is one of the ornaments that I made for a friend by the name of Cathy, she has a blog and she is so industrious and just gets more accomplished in a day than I can in a month. Here is a link to her blog so you can see what I mean. </div><div align="center"><a href="http://hazelruthes.blogspot.com/">http://hazelruthes.blogspot.com/</a> You should jump over there and read and see the things she does and the things she collects and the NEW DONKEY they aquired for Christmas :) </div><div align="center">BUT NOT YET!!!!!! Stay here and finish reading MY BLOG first , you silly!</div><div align="center">Anyway as I was saying before I got sidetracked with Cathy's stupendous blog............. I made the little mouse above from a pattern that I aquired here, <a href="http://www.patternmart.com/pattern/5234/Rat+FinksPMRT">http://www.patternmart.com/pattern/5234/Rat+FinksPMRT</a></div><div align="center">the designer has a lot of really cute patterns, check them out and Patternmart.</div><div align="center">This little mouse reminds me of the season and the anticipation of the season and the year to come. Who doesn't enjoy the anticipation of a good snowball fight and the fun that it involves? That is what I feel like now , the anticipation and the fun ahead, the unkown, a chance to score better marks and team up with friends and family to accomplish and win against problems that may arrise. The anticipation of a clean slate, and the memories of this year are sometimes bittersweet, happy, sad, ..........a different emotion for almost everyday of the year. </div><div align="center">I can leave behind the fustrations of things not finished and resolve to finish future projects, things left unsaid to loved ones. This year I resolve to TELL people I love them , not to just think that they MUST know. Sometimes doing things for people is not enough , they don't realize we love them, we are in such a habbit of assuming.............Don't assume! Tell someone you love, that you love them TODAY, THIS HOUR, THIS MINUTE! We don't have time, we only have the here and now. A blink of the eye, the turn of a wheel, life is made up of seconds. Don't save it up, spend it, TIME does not accrue , it doesn't draw interest, when it's gone it's gone. It is more precious than all the riches we have in this world. I so wish that I had told some of my loved ones that I loved them One more time, held thier hand one more time, listened while they talked one more time......I'm not going to let that get away today, now, this hour, this minute, this second. I am going to get right off this computer now and tell Jackson I love him, to squeeze him till he says "LaLa" Your squeezing my breakfast! :) I'm going to tell my David how much I appreciate how hard he works for our family and how much I enjoy the times we spend together,the things we do together and the struggles we get through together. I am going to tell my daughter Ashley how important she is to me and how much I love her when she comes home to day. To tell her I am proud of the woman she is becoming, being, is. I am going to get down on my knees and Thank God for all his blessings , big and small, asked for and unasked for. </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> I am going to tell myself, that I am proud of me. That I am an ok person, that will be better and will go FORWARD and learn from the things behind me. I am not going to drag the bad things behind me and let them slow me down, I am going to travel lightly into the new year and embrace the changes ahead...............well ok not the grey hair, I just refuse to embrace that! I mean come on now........lets don't go crazy. </div><div align="center">Happy New Year and God Bless Us Everyone!</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div>Jeaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05015460607020778455noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1465519840999967017.post-83423587213180003432008-07-03T08:08:00.000-05:002008-07-03T08:19:26.955-05:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;">Happy 4th of JULY!!</span></div> <BR><BR><CENTER><<IMG SRC="http://pic60.picturetrail.com/VOL1720/8752928/18595113/323880783.jpg" border="0"></center>Jeaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05015460607020778455noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1465519840999967017.post-35197418100229403422008-07-01T15:01:00.001-05:002008-07-01T16:12:53.616-05:00Friieennnddss You gotta Have Friehehends!!Does anyone else know that song? You Gotta Have Friends? O well, just fake it and nod your heads. Now lets get on with this post!<br />One of my friends KimLance by name has encouraged me to blog, some people think I'm funny I don't know why, they are obviously very sheltered people. ANYWAY! she listed MY blog on HER blog so now I feel like I must attempt to make this blogging thing work, lest I make one of my peeps look like a lame o , we can not have that. Kim is anything but lame o. Remember that turn of phrase? that was before the LOOSER with an L sign held to the forehead LOL. ANYWAY Kim is a very sweet person, kinda like a motorcycle chickie with out the motor cycle or foul mouth. So Kim here it is my second post!!! :)You can read Kim's blog <a href="http://kimsprimsandwhimsies.blogspot.com/">here</a> Kim is one of those people that will talk all night with you back and fourth on the computeer and giggle and laugh and listen to you , I hope I return the favor.<br /><br />Now as to my other friends, one of them anyway, here where I live, in the real world not cyber world, one Nancy Jane to be specific.,yesterday much to my shock, chagrin, fustration, and well you see how it goes..... I learned that Nancy will be moving. <span style="color:#ff6666;">AWAY!</span>. As in NOT HERE! I have known her forever it seems. We used to live down the street and I could walk to her home and vice versa. She bakes the most wonderfulest birthday cakes. She remembers if you talk about a cake and BAMO! there it is on your birthday waiting to send you in to a sugar coma. What a way to go.<br />Nancy and her Hubby Doug are the kind of people that you met in High School as the "Football Jock, and the Most Popular Girl. and everything that entails. Blondes, bubbly, smart,........yeah I know it makes your teeth hurt but it's all true. They are blessed. I hear lots of wisdom come from this barely 5ft2 person and she listens. Ahhh she listens. Even if she is doesn't have time.<br />I tell her all the time she is a blessing, she still doesn't beleive me . I've seen her without make up, yep I have, And all women know that if you see a girl friend with out make up, its the same as saving someones life , they are your responsibility for life. If they run out of gas, they can call you. If they get locked out of thier house, they can call you. If thier computer crashes , they can call you. Ok Ok she has never run out of gas (that I know of) and never gotten locked out of her house (that I know of) but her computer has refused to do what she or Doug wants it to , thus they called me to help. LOL LOL LOL They are so naieve that way.<br /><br /> I don't know what I will do when she is in another town, where I can't see her everyday, if we choose. Have lunch, play tennis, attend church................... all those things we have done together at one time or another. Now, not so much. I worry that we will loose touch, that we will feel awkward when together, living out of sync with one another. It is the end of an era, I don't like it.<br /> I don't like change. I change only when they drag me kicking and screaming into change. DARN IT !!! But I will support her and even help her move, tell her how wonderful it is all going to be. Lie through my teeth. Anything to help get her through this. I am determined to be a friend.<br />Friends you gotta have Friends.Jeaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05015460607020778455noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1465519840999967017.post-45612560922432690972008-06-20T02:04:00.000-05:002008-06-20T03:16:23.083-05:00Well I've Done it Now!!I have jumped in with no fore thought or planning. You will find if you visit here often that this is the case with a lot of things I do! No it's not <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">spontaneity</span> it's just impatience! This trait has gotten me into trouble many many many........<span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">OK</span> you get the idea. And No I am not going to lay out all my past tomfoolery so that you can judge for yourself, like I need that on the World Wide Web! I have sisters, anytime I want to remember the dumb things I have done all I have to do is stand before them, they willingly and happily relate these tales. Not just to me but to all and sundry who will stand still enough to listen.<br /><br />Lest you think my sisters are unfeeling, people that delight in my mistakes, I will tell you now they are not, it's just that most of the time they were right in there with me, so it's kinda like reliving <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">their</span> own lives at the same time, of course the person they are telling(usually various <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">nieces</span> and nephews long lost cousins)is not privy to this fact. Aunt Jeanie(myself) is <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">hilarious</span>, and is afraid of getting lost, does not , DOES NOT like lizards..................they all know these things by heart. My sisters tell them.<br /><br />I'm not telling my sisters about this blog yet. It might be a place to get back some of my own you know? I can tell lots of people before they get to them , dumb things they have done. Not just when they were kids either. Hey this blog business is looking up! :)<br /><br />I'll start by telling you instead of my mistakes some of the things that make me happy and that I love to do.<br /><br />I love to craft, mainly paint. I have been painting for years and started tole painting way back when with oil paints. I am game for just about anything though, and that includes sewing(craft sewing) scrapping, altered art, soldering and I have actually done a whole punch needle project and finished it! It was a pattern by Teresa <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Scharp</span>, taught by her at a primitive gathering. I have also done some needle felting, which is fun and like painting with wool to me.<br /><br />The other things I like to do are family oriented, I have been married for 33 years now to a wonderful guy, David. We have one daughter, Ashley who is now *gasp* 25! Ashley is the mother of my only grandchild Jackson (4yrs)whom I love dearly and is the light of my life. He calls me <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">LaLa</span>, he and Ashley live with us for now. I dread the day when it comes , that they move out on <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">their</span> own and have a home of <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">their</span> own but I know it's coming and am trying to steel myself. For now though we have little boy <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">debris</span> everywhere, there is no room that he has not put his print on. Swords are his passion right now.<br /><br />This home or this family has always had pets, right now we have 3 dogs, 3 cats, and 2 flying squirrels. Yes flying squirrels. I know rats with wings. They are cute in a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">ratzy</span> sort of way, my daily <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">dilemma</span> right now if finding something for them to eat that they won't throw out of <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">their</span> cage in disgust. I find something they like and thing voila! two days later it is old hat and out on the floor it goes never to be eaten again or at least for a long long time. I spend more time shopping for food for them than I do the people in our house!! They chatter <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">incessantly</span> at me at night as if to say "hey you! we need REAL food not this ANIMAL food!" they rattle the cage and fly around, if they could get out it would not bode well for me late at night. They sleep in the day time, it's safe in the kitchen in the daylight!<br /><br />Well enough with the introductions, I will think on this and try to post something interesting so as to lure, um I mean <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">entice</span> you to come back and see what I am up to , and shamelessly promote my friends blogs and projects they are up to :) Hey isn't this what <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">blogger land</span> is all about?Jeaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05015460607020778455noreply@blogger.com0