tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20959915824773552872024-03-12T18:48:54.766-07:00 Diary of a Middle Aged MeI'm a middle aged Mom, Grandma, Wife, Friend...
I love people and doing for others.
My grandchildren are the lights in my life.
DeAnn Jahnkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01496846985952039635noreply@blogger.comBlogger34125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095991582477355287.post-35369570238227904582021-10-15T23:09:00.000-07:002021-10-15T23:09:09.743-07:00Wonder<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SL6EOHFlP0c/UOus5Ci3Y9I/AAAAAAAAAKg/XpF75NvxwTk/s1600/003.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="285" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SL6EOHFlP0c/UOus5Ci3Y9I/AAAAAAAAAKg/XpF75NvxwTk/s400/003.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>
DeAnn Jahnkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01496846985952039635noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095991582477355287.post-40808870200068472872014-09-09T12:23:00.001-07:002014-09-11T22:57:50.915-07:00Beautiful Eyes<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uQe2HsmcHEo/VA9SvAbz9jI/AAAAAAAAAOY/g4r0z5kLk-A/s1600/102a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uQe2HsmcHEo/VA9SvAbz9jI/AAAAAAAAAOY/g4r0z5kLk-A/s1600/102a.jpg" height="428" width="640" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">My youngest grandchild, Brendan. </span></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">6 months old.</span></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">His eyes are so expressive. </span></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
I'm entering this in the I Heart Faces Photo Challenge "Beautiful Eyes"</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
</div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
</div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NVlSuQLZZTA/VA9TmddZOiI/AAAAAAAAAOg/WwTll9FbEls/s1600/I-Heart-Faces-button.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NVlSuQLZZTA/VA9TmddZOiI/AAAAAAAAAOg/WwTll9FbEls/s1600/I-Heart-Faces-button.jpg" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<br />DeAnn Jahnkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01496846985952039635noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095991582477355287.post-52211807581681400102013-08-16T22:36:00.000-07:002013-08-16T22:36:58.832-07:00To Say Goodbye<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aIzG13_C1Lo/Ug8EEop6SKI/AAAAAAAAAM4/dfQ_RKsRCSI/s1600/DSCF0649.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aIzG13_C1Lo/Ug8EEop6SKI/AAAAAAAAAM4/dfQ_RKsRCSI/s640/DSCF0649.JPG" width="640" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">To say Goodbye to a loved one is hard.</span></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">In May, I visited my dad for the last time, to say goodbye.</span></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">He was in the last stages of Melanoma and I knew I should to go see him.</span></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I wish I hadn't. </span></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">He'd had radiation on his brain 6 months prior and never recovered. I hate cancer and I hate radiation.</span></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I want to remember him un-sick and able to hear and able to understand and able to communicate. </span></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I want to remember him without that damn tumor coming out of his arm. </span></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I want to remember him with his guitar, so comfortable in his hands and singing whatever song he'd just learned.... instead of holding it and not knowing what to do with it.</span></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I want to remember him the way he was....my dad... strong, stubborn, witty, happy, loving, friendly.</span></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Instead, I have a sad, horrible<i> image</i> in my mind. </span></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I hope, with time, that image fades.</span></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I wanted, just one more time, to hear him sing. He was so relaxed and at ease when he sang... and played his guitar. I sing, but I still get so nervous when I do. Maybe one day, I'll have his gift.</span></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We had many ups and downs throughout the years. </span></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Divorce, remarriage, jealousy, misunderstandings and life was hard on our relationship, but we had many chats and discussions which got us to a good place. </span></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">He admitted things to me I really didn't want to hear... but I listened. </span></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">In his own way, he appologized, with tears in his eyes, for my sisters and my sad upbringing.</span></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I saw a side of my dad I hadn't known was there. </span></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">For that, I am thankful.</span></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">He loved me. He told me he did. I needed to hear it and I believe him.</span></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I miss him.</span></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">He passed a month and a week after I visited him.</span></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I'm glad he's in a better place, painfree... </span></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">but I sure miss him.</span></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">RIP, Daddy.</span></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
</div>
<br />DeAnn Jahnkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01496846985952039635noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095991582477355287.post-3079634835627424392013-03-08T19:56:00.002-08:002013-03-08T20:04:52.927-08:00Jada Rian<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;">
</div>
<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ygEi4JTvLJQ/UTqv5VQWOBI/AAAAAAAAALo/SW3PPEBYH9Y/s1600/006a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ygEi4JTvLJQ/UTqv5VQWOBI/AAAAAAAAALo/SW3PPEBYH9Y/s640/006a.jpg" width="428" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption"><br /></td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"></span><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">Out in the yard,</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">Up in the tree,</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">Climbing the monkeybars,</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"><span style="text-align: right;">"Grandma, Grandma,</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"><span style="text-align: right;"> look at me!"</span></span></div>
<br />
<div style="text-align: right;">
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://www.iheartfaces.com/" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img alt="Photo Challenge Submission" src="http://www.iheartfaces.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/06/I-Heart-Faces-button.jpg" title="I Heart Faces Photo Challenge Submission" /></a></div>
<span style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: #111111; font-family: Consolas, 'Andale Mono', Monaco, Courier, 'Courier New', Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; line-height: 10.21875px; text-align: start;"></span></div>
<div style="text-align: right;">
<div style="text-align: right;">
<b><br /></b></div>
<div style="text-align: right;">
<b><br /></b></div>
<div style="text-align: right;">
<b><br /></b></div>
<div style="text-align: right;">
<b><br /></b></div>
<div style="text-align: right;">
<b><br /></b></div>
<div style="text-align: right;">
<b><br /></b></div>
<div style="text-align: right;">
<b><br /></b></div>
<div style="text-align: right;">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<b><br /></b></div>
</div>
<div style="text-align: right;">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> This photo was submitted to the<b> </b></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><a href="http://www.iheartfaces.com/" style="font-weight: bold;">I Heart Faces</a><b> </b></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Photo Challenge "FRAMED"</span></div>
</div>
</div>
<div style="text-align: right;">
</div>
DeAnn Jahnkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01496846985952039635noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095991582477355287.post-59373775228759834532013-02-21T12:35:00.000-08:002013-02-21T12:35:01.128-08:00What is Facebook to you?<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Today, as her Facebook status, my friend posted this question:</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Should Facebook be a blog of your life?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Shouldn't it be of what is your true feelings.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">What your day is like?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Not a bunch of fake smiles, when at the time your heart is breaking?"</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I think if those are the things you write about on Facebook, it is a blog of your life.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">If you want it to be your journal, make it your journal.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">There is no "right or wrong".</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Some complain if you put too much "out there" for others to read.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Some complain if you don't put enough.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">We all have the option to read, hide or ignore the post's of others on Facebook.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I actually like to read about what is going on in other people's lives.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">If you want to express your sadness, do it.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">If you want to express your happiness, do it.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">If you want to express jealousy, do it.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">If you want to express your anger, do it.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">If you want to lie about something, do it.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">If you want to poke fun about someone or something, do it.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">If you want to gossip, do it.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">If you wan to post "in your face" stuff to hurt someone, do it.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">If you're having a crappy day (or life) but want everyone to think your life is perfect, GO FOR IT.. knock yourself out... make it a good story.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">The thing is... YOU are in control of your Facebook page and what you choose to post on it.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">If you want people to know how you're truly feeling, then post it.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Don't hold back because "someone" might not like what you have to say.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Screw 'em! If they don't like what you have to say, they don't have to read it.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Don't let Facebook define your life... it's not a script.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">It shouldn't be the only lifeline we have with others, either.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Bottom line... your Facebook page is yours...</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Make it what you want.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<br />DeAnn Jahnkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01496846985952039635noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095991582477355287.post-56815512558291776042012-08-29T18:07:00.001-07:002012-10-03T00:20:33.677-07:00Brooch Bouquet<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0ygSYhNNEnI/UD66bboWLjI/AAAAAAAAAJw/FKlnyfDrCu8/s1600/551623_375021702568810_1649151606_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0ygSYhNNEnI/UD66bboWLjI/AAAAAAAAAJw/FKlnyfDrCu8/s640/551623_375021702568810_1649151606_n.jpg" width="425" /></a></div>
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><i> I've admired Brooch Bouquets for awhile and was excited and honored when Bride, Ashley, asked me to make hers.</i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i> She collected many brooches, pendants and earrings from family and friends and she purchased a few. I purchased a few for her, as well. We ended up with approximately 70 total in her bouquet which weighed close to 3 pounds !</i></span><i style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> Ashley had a couple of </i><i style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">special</i></span><br />
<i style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">touches in her bouquet. A small photo of her deceased mom and a ring that had also belonged to her.</span></i><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><i> We added the initials of Ashley and her groom, Jered, as </i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><i>well as all of the items given to her from everyone.</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><i> I waited until the day of her wedding to present it to her. It turned out exactly as she wanted.</i></span><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9kFOu9oQzDo/UGvixDtaLJI/AAAAAAAAAKA/cuXIhIfRWE4/s1600/ash.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9kFOu9oQzDo/UGvixDtaLJI/AAAAAAAAAKA/cuXIhIfRWE4/s400/ash.jpg" width="398" /></a></div>
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><i><br /></i></span>
<br />
<a href="http://www.3winksphotography.com/">Photo by 3 Winks Photography</a><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<br />DeAnn Jahnkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01496846985952039635noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095991582477355287.post-31453106115455042852012-04-25T00:29:00.000-07:002012-04-25T00:29:17.954-07:00JACKSUN JACOB PHOTO SHOOT<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-z703GQo6KFo/T5egVNqc0bI/AAAAAAAAAI8/Il_M2Xs4BPc/s1600/C.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-z703GQo6KFo/T5egVNqc0bI/AAAAAAAAAI8/Il_M2Xs4BPc/s640/C.JPG" width="640" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
We had a wonderful visit with our new grandson, Jacksun, today.</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
His momma and I had a fun little photo shoot with him.</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XiLtdWpEDLI/T5ehhnXpk0I/AAAAAAAAAJM/Q-VrooV3tkk/s1600/P.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XiLtdWpEDLI/T5ehhnXpk0I/AAAAAAAAAJM/Q-VrooV3tkk/s640/P.jpg" width="424" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
His little toes sticking out of the cocoon are too cute</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1-1w-ub31L0/T5ehwc2KLII/AAAAAAAAAJU/WLY_5zlH5KA/s1600/I.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1-1w-ub31L0/T5ehwc2KLII/AAAAAAAAAJU/WLY_5zlH5KA/s640/I.jpg" width="426" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
He was so snuggly in his little stocking cap and cocoon.</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>DeAnn Jahnkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01496846985952039635noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095991582477355287.post-80481203502910820022012-04-03T10:18:00.001-07:002012-04-03T10:38:10.545-07:00No Explanation<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b style="color: #073763; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">A few things in life that need no explanation are:</span></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #073763; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b>Love,</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #073763; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b>Happiness,</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #073763; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b>Sunshine,</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #073763; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b>Flowers,</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #073763; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b>and</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #073763; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b>BABY TOES</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XABul6D5ctg/T3ssWu-Sp7I/AAAAAAAAAIw/WZ1nq6yihUo/s1600/038ab.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="427" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XABul6D5ctg/T3ssWu-Sp7I/AAAAAAAAAIw/WZ1nq6yihUo/s640/038ab.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #073763; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #073763; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b>These precious toes belong to our new grandson,</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #073763; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b>Jacksun Jacob McIntosh</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #073763; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b>born April 1, 2012</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>DeAnn Jahnkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01496846985952039635noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095991582477355287.post-25848413223173949862012-02-08T17:32:00.000-08:002012-02-08T17:32:50.843-08:00Holding On<div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Today, I spent a few hours with my middle grandchild, Gavin.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I took note of some things about him.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">He still reaches up to hold my hand and as he does, I hold his a little tighter.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">He still sits next to me and fiddles with my hair, just as he has since he was a baby.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">He still gets a snuggle in now and then and asks to come visit again.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">He still gives me hugs and when he does, I hold him a little bit longer.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">He's still seven years old, but soon will be eight.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I know one day some of these things will come to an end... </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"It's just not cool when you get older, Grandma, like when you're 9 or 10. But, I will still love you".</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I'll hold on to that.... </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">In my Heart....</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> ....Forever</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KJezL2rNb4A/TzMgI1fZVvI/AAAAAAAAAII/sOKpf5nz5Q8/s1600/007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KJezL2rNb4A/TzMgI1fZVvI/AAAAAAAAAII/sOKpf5nz5Q8/s640/007.JPG" width="640" /></a></div>DeAnn Jahnkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01496846985952039635noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095991582477355287.post-84244395121476718112012-02-07T11:53:00.000-08:002012-02-07T11:53:09.713-08:00Wedding season coming upWedding season is approaching and I'm helping with three !!<br />
This arbor is one I made for my st-daughter's wedding 4 years ago, and we've used it in two weddings since.<br />
It's a simple bamboo pole arbor with flowing white fabric. Then decorated with flowers of choice.<br />
It was fun to make and fun to use.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BdOxBsuU4eI/TzGAy-QnSyI/AAAAAAAAAIA/U45d7bUQTJM/s1600/flowing+arbor.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="619" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BdOxBsuU4eI/TzGAy-QnSyI/AAAAAAAAAIA/U45d7bUQTJM/s640/flowing+arbor.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>DeAnn Jahnkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01496846985952039635noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095991582477355287.post-82754715792667699102011-11-01T13:56:00.000-07:002011-11-01T13:56:09.267-07:00Today<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Today I asked God for something I've never asked Him for. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">A Pastor friend told us we are supposed to be specific when we ask for something. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">It feels a bit "wrong" to ask.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Today I was specific. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Today I received an email from my estranged brother which read: " I don't know why but something just told me to let you know that I love you....Take care..."</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">It makes me wonder if something is going to happen to me, a family member, or friend. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Today I won't worry, but I'll sure wonder.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Today I tried to explain to a friend to not feel guilty about things beyond her control.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I've lived a life filled with guilty feelings for my beliefs and decisions.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Feeling guilty doesn't change anything, it just creates stress for yourself and those around you.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Today I'm learning to accept my thoughts, feelings and beliefs.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Today I'll call my sister. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">She's called and left several messages and I've just not gotten back to her.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I don't want to ever feel the loneliness I felt when she wasn't in my life.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Today I'll call my sister.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Today a friend is saying goodbye to his wife. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">She will pass soon after a sudden health issue.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">He is on my mind and heart.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Today I'll pray for his peace.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Today I'll make it a good day.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I'll not take things for granted.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I'll tell others what they mean to me.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Today I'll try to better someone's day.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Today I'll Thank God for things He has given me...</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">and I didn't even have to ask.</span><br />
<br />
<div style="background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"></div>DeAnn Jahnkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01496846985952039635noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095991582477355287.post-67912220159485101792011-07-27T08:30:00.000-07:002011-07-27T08:30:04.629-07:00For JadaI love hands.<br />
My Grandma Clemence had awesome hands. When I think about how they looked, it brings a smile to my face and a calm thought to my mind.<br />
Her hands weren't especially beautiful, but to me they were perfect. Tanned from too much sun, a bit of dirt under her fingernails, a scar from an unattended injury... but soft enough to lightly brush a touch of love across my cheek.<br />
I don't think her hands were ever idle.<br />
One of her favorite things to do (besides fishing) was playing Yahtzee. A favorite photo of her was taken across the Yahtzee table from me. With her elbows resting on the table, her hands are folded up near her chin. I love this photo.<br />
As I cook, garden, type, sew, or touch the faces of my grandchildren, I like to think one day they might look back and think about my hands the same as I do about Grandma's hands.<br />
Recently, as I sewed a dress for my granddaughter, I decided to take a picture for her....of my hand at the machine. <br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ic-CgWIhu_E/TjAuFsA7X2I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/bm-3OziuqbM/s1600/030.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ic-CgWIhu_E/TjAuFsA7X2I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/bm-3OziuqbM/s400/030.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> I hope it brings a smile to her face and a calm thought to her mind.</span></i></div>DeAnn Jahnkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01496846985952039635noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095991582477355287.post-91369944676078102852011-07-05T13:32:00.000-07:002011-07-31T12:51:14.600-07:00Hands of Time<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZmpvKe14KwE/ThNz9chpGgI/AAAAAAAAAHM/eug9wy_m6ZY/s1600/090.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZmpvKe14KwE/ThNz9chpGgI/AAAAAAAAAHM/eug9wy_m6ZY/s640/090.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Old or new, our hands show the measure of time.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Grandma holding her first grandchild's hand.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><img alt="Sweet Shot Day" src="http://my3boybarians.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/03/sweetshotbutton.png" /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I'm linking this to<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"> <a href="http://my3boybarians.com/">Life With My 3 Boybarians</a></span></b> Sweet Shot Tuesday</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div>DeAnn Jahnkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01496846985952039635noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095991582477355287.post-85069387441682793532011-07-03T12:57:00.000-07:002011-07-03T12:57:56.135-07:00My Grandma<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_vjcbPZuOeM/ThDFuYGbq-I/AAAAAAAAAHE/XysPStdAVs4/s1600/24950_383849793385_746688385_4068508_3244298_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_vjcbPZuOeM/ThDFuYGbq-I/AAAAAAAAAHE/XysPStdAVs4/s640/24950_383849793385_746688385_4068508_3244298_n.jpg" width="424" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Her job as daughter, sister, mom, aunt, grandma, gr-grandma, gr.gr-grandma, friend, etc......is finished.</b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><br />
</b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>My beautiful,wonderful, loving grandma passed away Tuesday, June 28, 2011 at the age of 99 1/2 years old.</b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><br />
</b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"><b>Grandma has always been the person I hoped to be like. I don't think I've achieved that, but I'm still working on it. </b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"><b>She was happy, calm and had a very positive attitude toward life. </b></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><br />
</b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>I already miss her and wish I could have said goodbye, but I'm so happy she's up there dancing, again, with Grandpa. She's been waiting to do that for 30 years.</b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><br />
</b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"><b>Rest in Peace, Grandma. </b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"><b>I'm a lucky lucky girl to have had you as my grandma and I will miss you terribly.</b></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>You were a wonderful, wonderful person on this earth and you'll be a beautiful addition to Heaven.</b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b><br />
</b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b><br />
</b></span>DeAnn Jahnkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01496846985952039635noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095991582477355287.post-37047404082594134672011-06-19T12:13:00.000-07:002011-06-19T18:12:14.956-07:00Happy Father's Day, Daddy<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Gjf8En5Uo2w/Tf5J67B9B5I/AAAAAAAAAG8/LZb7VaopK_w/s1600/015.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Gjf8En5Uo2w/Tf5J67B9B5I/AAAAAAAAAG8/LZb7VaopK_w/s320/015.JPG" width="213" /></a></div> Since it's Father's Day, I'll write an entry about my dad.<br />
<div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"> Leo Elvin Butterfield. My Dad.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"> His dad was Leo Sumner Butterfield, so my dad goes by Elvin.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"> To me, he's always been Daddy. Even at 53 years of age, I say Daddy when I talk to him or refer to him. I've always called him that.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"> Always will.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"> I have memories that are more like moments. I suppose most memories are that way, but I'll describe mine that way, since I didn't have the typical "Little Girl and Her Daddy" relationship I would have loved to and deserved to have.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"> Our "moments" were when things were calm in our household. Although, I have a few memories of the upsetting times, as well, I won't write about them.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"> My dad worked in a lumber mill. As far as I know, he began his lumber mill career at an early age.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"> I remember him coming home at lunch time and I can still sense the smell of his clothes.. his sweat and the sawdust from the lumber. The combination of the two is a mixture of calm.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Daddy came home each day for lunch and we all sat down for sandwiches. He usually had Braunschweiger (ugh !) on crackers with mayonaise or on a sandwich. I remember the slices of this liver sausage had the plastic sleeve on them and you had to peel it off before eating it. He loved the stuff... I think it's disgusting.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IvZ8P1K0Su4/Tf5J8MNgwSI/AAAAAAAAAHA/9iBLebAkYh0/s1600/014c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IvZ8P1K0Su4/Tf5J8MNgwSI/AAAAAAAAAHA/9iBLebAkYh0/s320/014c.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
<div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"> As a very young toddler, my dad was granted custody of my older sister and I. We were raised by him and my step-mom till I was 12 and my sister was 14.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"> Part of the time, things were "normal". Other times, things were bi-polar. I don't know how my dad stayed all those years, except for the fact that he had 3 biological and 2 step-children to raise and he believed in taking care of his family.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"> That aside...</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"> My dad was a musician on weekends. He formed a country western band with several buddies and once a month or so, they gathered at our house for practice.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"> Oh, we kids loved those nights.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">In our small living room, there was a drum set, a steel guitar, a lead guitar and a bass guitar with musicians behind each one.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"> Singing, we kids danced and got to stay up late. The adults smoked cigarettes in the house, drank mixed drinks and laughed and sometimes danced. The neighbors came... it was like a party... only it was band practice.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"> I still love classic country music.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"> I'm sure there are alot of typical things I don't remember, but the ones that were special to me were when I got to do things with my dad that none of the other kids did.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"> We got whole milk from our neighbor up the hill. I don't know how often, but Daddy and I walked to their house to get the gallon jar of milk. I loved doing that. I remember seeing that jar of fresh milk with a layer of cream a couple inches thick. I'm sure Daddy teased me as we walked to and from ... he is a teaser like my grandpa was (and I am, now).</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"> I always thought my dad was a "que sera sera" type person. As I've aged and seem to have gotten to know him more, I realize he is a person who just doesn't voice much about things. He forms his feelings, but is confident enough to hold those feelings as his own.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"> He and I have had a few wonderful talks in the last few years and I understand him more and more. I wish we could have known each other better earlier on and he wishes the same. But, it is what it is, and we can only live for now.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"> Happy Father's Day, Daddy.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"> I love you and I am a lucky girl.<br />
**********************************************************************************</div>DeAnn Jahnkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01496846985952039635noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095991582477355287.post-57371745633680691152011-06-17T18:50:00.000-07:002011-06-17T18:50:11.904-07:00Smile<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e_9AGpjIA3E/TfwEHn4AokI/AAAAAAAAAGw/qL3JoDJjBms/s1600/060.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e_9AGpjIA3E/TfwEHn4AokI/AAAAAAAAAGw/qL3JoDJjBms/s640/060.JPG" width="426" /></a></div><br />
<br />
<br />
<div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Another Smile from our Jada-Bug.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">This child brings so much joy to us. </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">She is ornery, happy, stubborn, fun, sweet, sour... we wouldn't want her any other way !!</div><div><br />
</div><br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<div style="text-align: center;">I"m linking this to <b><a href="http://liveeverymom.blogspot.com/">Live Every Moment</a> </b>'s photo challenge: Smile</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1417/5123616571_932c538ef6_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1417/5123616571_932c538ef6_o.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div>DeAnn Jahnkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01496846985952039635noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095991582477355287.post-50983694775826881822011-06-17T17:10:00.000-07:002011-06-19T11:07:45.285-07:00Beauty<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s733EchoMsg/TfvsYM9t8FI/AAAAAAAAAGo/PyvOGWabub8/s1600/026.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="424" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s733EchoMsg/TfvsYM9t8FI/AAAAAAAAAGo/PyvOGWabub8/s640/026.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I love having shots like this turn out. </div><div style="text-align: center;">I'm experiencing with the macro shots.... </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I'm linking this to<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><b><a href="http://www.bloggingfrombolivia.com/2010/06/macro-friday-week-4.html">Blogging From Bolivia</a> </b></span></span>'s Macro Friday</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4105/4990658393_2486e5cf67_m.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4105/4990658393_2486e5cf67_m.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">And I'm linking this to <a href="http://mcdougallphotography.blogspot.com/search/label/fabulous%20friday">McDougall Photography</a> 's Fabulous Friday</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i188.photobucket.com/albums/z126/scarlett1977_photos/button.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://i188.photobucket.com/albums/z126/scarlett1977_photos/button.gif" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><br />
</div>DeAnn Jahnkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01496846985952039635noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095991582477355287.post-55411794337140418032011-06-11T22:19:00.001-07:002011-06-14T12:46:54.977-07:00MOSS<blockquote></blockquote><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tiC_PMEZl7M/TfRMSCCRJFI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/2yUC2Ra8eoQ/s1600/Sahalie+Falls+June+2011+097.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tiC_PMEZl7M/TfRMSCCRJFI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/2yUC2Ra8eoQ/s640/Sahalie+Falls+June+2011+097.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">I think these little moss blossoms are adorable. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">I think they're having a cocktail party.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"> Lot's of gossip going on</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">I'm linking this to <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><a href="http://pullingmymaskoff.blogspot.com/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">pullingmymaskoff</span></a> </span>'s photo challenge "Multiple"</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i1188.photobucket.com/albums/z416/geckopickle/2010-10-101.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://i1188.photobucket.com/albums/z416/geckopickle/2010-10-101.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I'm linking this to<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"> <a href="http://my3boybarians.com/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">Life With My 3 Boybarians</span></a> </span>Sweet Shot Tuesday</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://my3boybarians.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/03/sweetshotbutton.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://my3boybarians.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/03/sweetshotbutton.png" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/"></a><span id="goog_2039563192"></span><span id="goog_2039563193"></span></div>DeAnn Jahnkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01496846985952039635noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095991582477355287.post-33160337936442245362011-05-31T09:37:00.000-07:002011-06-19T18:13:12.615-07:00SIMPLE<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: right;"></div><div style="text-align: left;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y9DRRToEBKY/TeUVF-tAjXI/AAAAAAAAAGM/naiJ01BPjvo/s1600/011.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; display: inline !important; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y9DRRToEBKY/TeUVF-tAjXI/AAAAAAAAAGM/naiJ01BPjvo/s640/011.JPG" width="424" /></a></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b><i>At the end of a day</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b><i>of playdoh and stickers,</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b><i>a simple doll stands alone.</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b><i>The little girl who left her there</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b><i>is already on her way home.</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b><i><br />
</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b><i><br />
</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b><i><br />
</i></b></span></div>DeAnn Jahnkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01496846985952039635noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095991582477355287.post-66380165142306725272011-05-24T17:51:00.000-07:002011-06-19T18:14:43.884-07:00Bella<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZM61dlgP-8M/Tdx5HAnqoWI/AAAAAAAAAFM/D9FqRuwt6ts/s1600/163.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="428" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZM61dlgP-8M/Tdx5HAnqoWI/AAAAAAAAAFM/D9FqRuwt6ts/s640/163.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I'm having fun with new shots of my new baby Bella. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div>DeAnn Jahnkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01496846985952039635noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095991582477355287.post-29868008333460040622011-05-22T06:44:00.000-07:002011-06-19T18:15:21.914-07:00New Baby<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>This little baby joined our family Thursday, May 19. She is a sweet little thing.</b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>10 weeks old and she weighs 1 lb 4 oz.</b></span><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IKIKDT0O55I/TdkTek25UuI/AAAAAAAAAE8/fcRYTKSy1G8/s1600/055.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IKIKDT0O55I/TdkTek25UuI/AAAAAAAAAE8/fcRYTKSy1G8/s640/055.JPG" width="424" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b><br />
</b></span><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sGOJmOk-P9w/TdkSMzaZm0I/AAAAAAAAAE0/XPmNR18gad8/s1600/039.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="427" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sGOJmOk-P9w/TdkSMzaZm0I/AAAAAAAAAE0/XPmNR18gad8/s640/039.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>Her name is Bella.. I'm not sure yet what her full registered name will be, but for now, Bella fits her perfectly.</b></span>DeAnn Jahnkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01496846985952039635noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095991582477355287.post-624993364193642332011-05-16T21:13:00.000-07:002011-06-19T18:15:42.116-07:00Spring<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sGNXoL-4Mg0/TdH0_gyidoI/AAAAAAAAAEs/sR6Nq9wOKCA/s1600/010.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sGNXoL-4Mg0/TdH0_gyidoI/AAAAAAAAAEs/sR6Nq9wOKCA/s640/010.JPG" width="638" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Our Dogwood tree outside my kitchen window.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Each year I watch for the signs of buds starting.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">This year was a bit later than most.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div>DeAnn Jahnkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01496846985952039635noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095991582477355287.post-18851616119629723992011-05-15T07:44:00.000-07:002011-06-19T18:15:58.816-07:00CUPCAKES<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F_VdUpp0MHA/TdIKNkIuCOI/AAAAAAAAAEw/xSb_c_xuC4A/s1600/003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F_VdUpp0MHA/TdIKNkIuCOI/AAAAAAAAAEw/xSb_c_xuC4A/s640/003.JPG" width="636" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">There's just something about cupcakes that make me happy.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I think it is probably something that links me back to my childhood. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Maybe it's how much I enjoy making them</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">These were at the Easter Celebration I was at. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The Nelson Sister's made them.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I can just imagine them gathered in their mom's kitchen.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Good Job, girls... they were adorable..</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">just like you.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h0oC-0OB3rM/Tc_mjwNuD6I/AAAAAAAAAEg/7Zkyr4H2HSE/s1600/006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="214" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h0oC-0OB3rM/Tc_mjwNuD6I/AAAAAAAAAEg/7Zkyr4H2HSE/s320/006.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div>DeAnn Jahnkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01496846985952039635noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095991582477355287.post-34382158316514266482011-05-10T23:23:00.001-07:002012-03-06T08:12:31.940-08:00The Pose<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="425" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-soqlatOYj5Q/TcopoLAhTlI/AAAAAAAAADk/ZVhtyFd4KlI/s640/012.JPG" width="640" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Such a serious look, she has. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">It's a pose. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">She loves pretending she's a mannequin. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Sometimes when we're in a department store she'll actually find a mannequin and pose with it. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">She thinks people really believe she is one.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
<br />
<a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca%20href=%22http://www.iheartfaces.com/%22%3E%3Cimg%20title=%22I%20Heart%20Faces%20Photo%20Challenge%20Submission%22%20src=%22http://www.iheartfaces.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/06/I-Heart-Faces-button.jpg%22%20alt=%22Photo%20Challenge%20Submission%22%20/%3E%3C/a%3E"></a><a href="http://www.iheartfaces.com/"><img alt="Photo Challenge Submission" src="http://www.iheartfaces.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/06/I-Heart-Faces-button.jpg" title="I Heart Faces Photo Challenge Submission" /></a><br />
<br />
<em style="background-color: white; color: #111111; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: -webkit-auto;">This photo was submitted to the I Heart Faces photo challenge </em> <br />
<em style="background-color: white; color: #111111; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"><a href="http://www.iheartfaces.com/">www.iheartfaces.com</a></em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>DeAnn Jahnkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01496846985952039635noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095991582477355287.post-41908165146188234952011-05-10T17:22:00.000-07:002011-06-19T18:17:01.346-07:00Jada Bug<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rkz7_fRRRMU/TcnV5yZ2AKI/AAAAAAAAADg/8TrpFuTFtWA/s1600/008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rkz7_fRRRMU/TcnV5yZ2AKI/AAAAAAAAADg/8TrpFuTFtWA/s640/008.JPG" width="425" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">It seems my youngest granddaughter, Jada, is my main photography subject lately.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Jada has a very vibrant spirit. She is serious, silly, ornery, sweet, stubborn (like me), creative and certainly has a mind of her own. </span></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">A doctor once described her as "strong-willed". Well, yes, she is.... and I think that might sound better than our description, "hard-headed". LOL.</span></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">She is VERY photogenic and when she's "on" she's on... and is soooo ready to have her picture taken.</span></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">But when she's "off", don't even bother trying. She thinks nothing of telling you she doesn't want her picture taken.</span></div></div></div></div>DeAnn Jahnkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01496846985952039635noreply@blogger.com0