tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54992187448506456532024-02-06T23:36:00.940-06:00Three Men and a MomUplifting stories from a Mom's heartJanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10070492222014489480noreply@blogger.comBlogger98125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499218744850645653.post-65546623770827381392011-03-26T10:33:00.003-05:002011-03-26T10:47:10.942-05:00It's Only Been Two Years...Yes, it's been two years. I doubt if anyone reads this anymore. Here's what's been going on in my life! I am back at work full time after being a stay at home mom for 21 years. Director of Development for Loving Choices--a local, faith based, crisis pregnancy center. My youngest son started college in the fall. My oldest graduated from the police academy and is a real life, honest to goodness, heat packing COP. Yes, it took a while (and much prayer) to get used to that. Plus...he is engaged! We are planning a wedding for June.<br /><br />Whew!<br /><br />So...my nest has been empty since August of 2010. It was hard at first but God has given me a new chapter in my life with my job. I LOVE IT!<br /><br />Is anyone reading this blog? I'll upload some new pics tomorrow.<br /><br />Blessings,<br />JanJanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10070492222014489480noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499218744850645653.post-12724849846982947962009-08-16T20:31:00.002-05:002009-08-16T20:33:42.087-05:00No More BlogHey Friends,<br /><br />Since going back to work, I don't have the time to blog, do Facebook and Twitter. So....my blog is going by the wayside. You are welcome to keep up with me on Facebook. Just leave a comment with your email address and I'll send you my Facebook name.<br /><br />Blessings!<br /><br />JanJanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10070492222014489480noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499218744850645653.post-37520963035020503972009-07-10T09:42:00.002-05:002009-07-10T09:45:50.892-05:00College ReunionHot Dog! I am gearing up for my 25 year college reunion. About 75 women are descending on the Pi Phi house in about six (count them) SIX HOURS. Women I haven't seen in years! It's gonna be a hoot. My best friend is flying in from Dallas. I'm picking her up at 2:00 so I don't have a lot of time to blog. SNIFF.<br /><br />Will post lots of pics on Sunday! Hope y'all have a great weekend.<br /><br />PIG SOOOOIEEEEEEEEEEEEJanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10070492222014489480noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499218744850645653.post-27296925578524522212009-06-27T08:00:00.003-05:002009-06-27T08:19:28.954-05:00Randomness on the InterstateDriving home from work on Thursday I was thinking about all the things I see on the side of the interstate. I assume these are items that have blown out of trucks, cars etc. Who knows? Perhaps some people throw them out. Now that I type this I can see Hubs tossing a few of my MANY throw pillows out...but that's another post altogether.<br /><br />Yes, this is a random post. However...here is a list of things I've seen on the side of the road or in the median this last month.<br /><br /><br /><ul><li>blue chair cushion</li><li>plastic lawn chair</li><li>a child's blue ball (the kind you buy for $1 at Piggly Wiggly)</li><li>lots of shoes</li><li>to-go coffee mug (I was tempted to stop because it was a nice one)</li><li>potting soil sacks</li><li>several blue throw pillows (spaced about a mile apart)</li><li>a noodle</li><li>a life jacket (pdf for you lake folks)</li><li>lots of roadkill--many opossums, skunks, raccoons, and 5 deer. (I almost lost it with the deer because you tell they were probably a family)</li><li>a portable potty chair (this one had me blowing cafe-au-lait threw my nose)</li></ul><p>The throw pillows made me laugh because I just envision a couple cooped up together for a long trip and the wife with her precious throwpillows on the seat cushion between her and Hubs. Perhaps he threatened to throw one out the window as a joke and accidentally did it. However, that being the case. they probably would have gone back for it. Hmmmm....a fight perhaps? We'll never know.</p><p>I really do live in a beautiful part of the state. But the interstate is busy as it is a corridor between Arkansas and Missouri but more importantly it's the main road to WalMart. (not the Supercenter, but the Corporate Headquarters)</p><p>That's it for today. Just some randomness on this Saturday morning. Hope you have a good weekend. Until tomorrow my 5 faithful bloggers.</p><p>Jan</p>Janhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10070492222014489480noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499218744850645653.post-43034536346557584892009-06-24T20:22:00.003-05:002009-06-24T21:05:05.699-05:00One of those Days<div>Okay, I have to tell this on myself. I bought the cutest dress in Little Rock last week. My co-worker whom I shall not call by her real name but by her code name (Thelma) and I (Louise) hit Burlington Coat Factory. Let me just make it clear here: I LOVE A DEAL..So we are walking around looking at the THOUSANDS of name brand clothes for less and before long I had a shopping cart full of bargains. So did Thelma (code), by the way. </div><div> </div><div>So we decide to share one of the huge dressing rooms so we won't have to keep yelling across the shower curtain they so handsomely installed over the dressing room door. Thelma (code) tries on this darling sundress--you know--the long one? like the ones we wore in junior high school? Well it looked great on her! And the price was, well, priceless. I talked her into buying it for a wedding she's going to in Colorado. </div><div> </div><div> I had seen a cute <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">capri</span>/top outfit. Red linen pants (to die for) and a white top with cutouts across the edge. It looked like what you might wear while sipping sweet tea at a party is someone's backyard. Bless my heart...<br /><br />So I start to try on the top and Thelma (code) says, "you should try on the pants first because if they don't fit there no use in putting on the top." Which is exactly correct. Now I am not about to reveal my clothing size on my blog so let's just say it's somewhere between 6 and 18. So, there I am standing in my <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">brassiere</span> (sorry Mother--southern gals don't talk about their underthings--much less write about them) and I begin sliding these adorable, red linen pants up my <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">derriere</span>.<br />Lo and behold, someone has put a pair of pants the size of --well, let's say between a 3-6 on the hanger. I pull them up and they are so stinking tight. Trust me--it's a mental picture you don't want to even think about.<br /><br />I looked in the mirror and Thelma (code) looked at me and we started laughing and I PROMISE YOU we nearly wet our pants. I had to cross my legs and stop looking in the mirror. It was one of the funniest things I have ever experienced. Needless to say, the pants didn't fit but I did find an adorable sundress. </div><div> </div><div>I just realized that I have rambled on about a situation that probably won't be funny to anyone else except Thelma and Louise. But, it IS my blog so I guess I can do that. Anyway....back to the cute sundress.<br /><br />Thelma (code) and I (Louise) had dinner last night at Olive Garden and one of the Arkansas Razorback basketball players was seated next to us. I asked if I could take my picture with him and he was so nice. I knew my sons would get a kick out of it. Anyway, this picture is more to show the cute sundress than the cute basketball player.<br /><br />I'm 5'7"' by the way...<br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351078937277453266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguslzLj9umCZhtt0SjA6CKpWfFyt_Rpl9z98X_WgRR7ASh0xdqmu5beVSMXuT4hByAuFqcT8DsEwNLK9H7OrNurIMscQlX8BbQKC8GGoxShTRjuUrvx-cAwVkhAR8yz6hOSmXpMFnWjtIo/s400/steven+hill.jpg" border="0" /><br />More later,<br />JanJanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10070492222014489480noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499218744850645653.post-84161491107574479532009-06-14T14:24:00.002-05:002009-06-14T14:46:52.009-05:00Where Have I've Been, You Ask?Okay. So it's been like TWO MONTHS since I blogged. I can't help it. Seriously. I've re-entered the workforce like a meteoroid colliding with a 10 year old. (terrible metaphor, but it really happened this week)<br /><br />I am sooooooooooooo busy now. I love it. I had prayed for a new direction since I am one year away from being a REAL empty nester. And I prayed for God to find me a spot where I could share the gospel because that is my passion. VOILA. Loving Choices Crisis Pregnancy Centers!<br /><br />We just finished our second fundraiser for the year. LIFEWALK. Check out the slideshow on our webpage. <a href="http://www.supportlc.org/">www.supportlc.org</a>. We raised over $24.000 and it was our very first time to do a walk. Praise God! We begin free STD testing this Tuesday and we were praying for $20,000 to kick off the STD testing. God blessed us with $24,ooo. Isn't that just like HIM?<br /><br />And, not to boast or anything (actually I am because I worked my ever expanding rearend off)<br />I raised $2005 myself. My new BFF from work, Sharon, beat me by a measly, stinking $100.<br />Dadgummit. But it's all about saving the babies, right? You better believe it. So...that's what I have been up to since I posted last.<br /><br />We fight the abortion battle one woman at a time. The abortion clinic here performs 6 ABORTIONS A DAY. That's ONE KINDERGARTEN CLASS PER WEEK. pause here and think about that for a minute...<br /><br />Not to get morbid here but abortion is what it is.<br /><br />Those of you who know me know that I am one fun, upbeat redeemed woman. GRACE is huge in my life. JESUS is how I get up everyday and keep on going through the pain of fibromyalgia and rheumatoid arthritis. I can't imagine facing an unplanned pregnancy as a teenager. Yet, that is what I see on a daily basis. Here is a statistic that will absolutely blow your mind.<br /><br />1 out of 4 teenagers have a sexually transmitted disease. (church going kids included)<br /><br />Is that not amazing? When I talk with girls I remind them that they can survive pregnancy but not most STDs these days. <em>Moms: talk to your kids about sex. Tell them that abstinence is the only thing that works.</em> I see a lot of Christian girls who are involved in church, mission trips, and youth groups. The television culture is killing our kids. <em>Talk to them.</em><br /><br />Well, enough for now. I hope you will go to our webpage. Over the next few weeks I want to post the names of some great dvds you can use to reach your kids about dating, abstinence etc. Until then...<br /><br />Blessings,<br />JanJanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10070492222014489480noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499218744850645653.post-38257189177445176572009-04-19T20:34:00.011-05:002009-04-19T20:53:54.601-05:00PROM X 2<div align="center">Wow...who knew you get go to two proms in one weekend? My son did. And he looked handsome if I say so myself. Here's a peek:<br /><br /><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326581487696088850" 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/AVvXsEjpdj0r0GGpzveyqkK4T0g8wSgq46BzX-rAm5JTa8qadNBf9IeD3uYaHfCdRsMoYk1JS5T6Wr09PSRDe0OL_yP88ul-zRNEhe-L9zpn0md4CD11Y8ZQtMZp8I21L_zH_1nq5w0zh_lhxPMB/s320/Prom+008.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326581689024985426" 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/AVvXsEix8_4XJCEjNWCGfGPz5nuZa4UuSjtISy28g7Rn4uOvBJnCWes3rtxT2GnL21DMzyjcdu6qa9dmH_1PA7mOchRakdYaaVqZ4Lb43iwzNftzJogTVzYKigVuV030YFM6X471SGQ6l4UTEEsR/s320/Prom+009.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326581972412742258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjATVB2NFWYKnWawoX-j8Yc9qiO-C0axx42dY0ftSz2dKpuuRpaMvMowKEOPydyJs4BsR40oGP_19nqOtCME7Q2qfqOpKtNMF2RzFf6M5mSQZ2-ZqafzBbH2Px7rQFnp-BFhAN95-aQRWeM/s400/Prom+016.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"> Are they adorable or what?<br /><br /><br /><br /></p><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326582170434923362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIPv4nx7LIyllbkEKPSzC3PH5A6_DXqONVFu7RunmqqgRLeeLH18kyp78lIDsXfpSl2m1VzuBdXigbkqNtSCWbxCIB3lQ2Nu6fB4-Dg7ZTYZZcJtYBaEbJYZbsvuou_RCl8Y5A1kQ9SlnU/s400/Prom+009.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326582797820186962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhE5d-E3-H83RM3gqLEug1EfBY6oP1uLURFI5BZAnr0_pQmX80dG-kxHxc54t0hQ3UYtjcDUCjKPeicXVbxRjvOkNjTIInULmxvQDitVwK1_0zXSEIUvfMcBU3cvIbFL5hMX61dQ_DqWcYo/s400/Prom+023.jpg" border="0" />Not quite six feet but getting there.<br /><br /></div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326583028886397762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCfjlsIKNYG9bPFcNvF6kRf9Objp-eZd22_-XHHy06QaUXJKKqpnPFAFwm-hgrCuiCCsi534TKsVSETrSkl5OntUU3RqKY9e_p92fumnR5SbmnXJEgjNLsuvIiHHW1bCn6aY1L6uxaks13/s400/Prom+021.jpg" border="0" />I had some serious ponytail hair. But who's lookin' at me anyway?<br /><br /><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326584060980840978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYB-0iE0BUPfgXl4JvrfS5vu7Lg9jB8A63w8eZOm35EZaYO4qRlXklxgt6a3WS-cP7LvCqyjaDMkzU2oHby8pK5xO60pNNa0tljxz-3DNZVptuBpKWMc9dQrv8pMpgVlDxn_kjNTVqsgcX/s400/Prom+027.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"> The group before the Junior/Senior Banquet<br /><br /></p><p align="center"></p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326584514950993746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjM8T_zbU7_nB9BnCAiY_3FCyKXM4DLgfKEebCpqfLyXJo6sCMjziudgEWrvxVP_BfwR6g2n7gRtA23tpotolXyRHRz9kDFfzkePD23hTMRqexWkYEZfrJztJjue6c5OE1Wsj94B49EkkUY/s400/Prom+030.jpg" border="0" /><br /><p align="center">The Bad Boy look...<br /></p><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326584856821225282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqJIPuliuvMMMjNhJX7ywd673KbVVcMT4F609ggS3kX-ZDbh3cCLPXHs0kUnDiNsDzCtpfzD3HbPpoP58OXBGHaUVqCS6t11qtQORHLOeqDsjEDfHLaErRwtdjZUEI8qM3w1dD9uXd1nF5/s400/Prom+039.jpg" border="0" />Ever the gentlemen.</p><p align="left">I didn't sleep for two nights. The storms were so bad here--and at the same time they were all driving on the interstate. But God was very good. Everyone arrived safely and had a great time.</p><p align="left">Blessings,</p><p align="left">Jan<br /><br /><br /><br /></p>Janhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10070492222014489480noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499218744850645653.post-7622284964894896592009-04-17T14:41:00.004-05:002009-04-17T16:00:08.886-05:00Prom Time<div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhntQq9RywuuO8VeFD8RiggchSuCEq2yHsYI0UJkbz9yp_KFrYkSUGxq-kfDfAVEVMAmXTgnKCqp_jin96G6vulUeTZXk3IPvUbJimpXgRi27ptEnq16nBq3ZQhlpqnc4XhOWVE27HRagfj/s1600-h/Prom+001.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325755273001559586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhntQq9RywuuO8VeFD8RiggchSuCEq2yHsYI0UJkbz9yp_KFrYkSUGxq-kfDfAVEVMAmXTgnKCqp_jin96G6vulUeTZXk3IPvUbJimpXgRi27ptEnq16nBq3ZQhlpqnc4XhOWVE27HRagfj/s400/Prom+001.jpg" border="0" /></a> Oh my stars! It's prom time at our house. Being the mom of two boys I never got to shop for the </div><div align="left">all important prom dress. But...I always make the corsages and boutonnieres. I have more fun! I get my prom time fix with flowers. What can I say? My family owned a flower shop when I was little. I HATED WORKING THERE. Everyday after school I had to change the water in the cooler. Buckets and buckets and buckets of ice cold water. That, however, is another story for another time.</div><br /><br /><div align="left">I had to meet the exterminator at the office this morning at 8:00. (today is my day off) I always sleep in 'til 7:00 on this day. I literally threw on my jeans and a tee shirt, brushed my pearly whites, put on my faithful flip flops and was in the car by 7:20. (this is important later in the story) and got there by 8:00. After he assured me that the ants from Sheol would die very soon I got back on the freeway and headed to Sam's to buy the roses. NO MAKE UP, NO HAIR...you get the picture. As soon as I stepped out of my car, one of the teachers greets me. Cute hair, make up, darlin' outfit etc. Did I mention that I stepped out of bed and into my clothes???</div><br /><br /><div align="left"></div><div align="left">After a few pleasantries we both walked in Sam's. She headed to the back to buy the centerpieces for the prom tables. I saw a mountain of shoeboxes stacked by the swimsuits and turned left. Here's what I found for $9.00.<br /></div><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325765908687383186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2r1l1mye3lT3Jy_m1rXnUCl8hXpc-_xHhZPRrd9m6_8RRNIiyC2bM4mdH0Q4DV5RFRawc9e5U6PVWvmAhncv16XrKD9Xy4YenEeNdLMh1_e_5H5j6XmgZ0o4N-TBV4WOsgFAG0Ubzo85V/s400/Prom+007.jpg" border="0" />Aren't these adorable? And they had them in my size (5-6). <em>I just luv me a bargain. </em>And Tommy Hilfiger at that! So, even though my hair and face were not up my usual standards--my feet are! My faithful black flipflops are resting comfortably in the floorboard. And to think I'd never gotten them if I hadn't gone to buy the flowers to save money on a corsage . </p><p>Go figure.</p><p>Jan<br /></p><div align="center"></div>Janhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10070492222014489480noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499218744850645653.post-36043064888895986032009-04-12T18:42:00.015-05:002009-04-12T19:09:36.358-05:00Easter 2009<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiK-BHi9tHA_aut1P6eMAF7JGbu_xXW-y4s8q2f1SvFAEbwxDp_0J1lpyr436Vo9sAonMIUBEHC73Lv9xIPCRAvVgsOrHHPniR1frqyxxwV3w-HlHUmUV1Jdea2IZRBaOEYCj1IwskZwNPK/s1600-h/Easter+2009+009.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323957936347794370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiK-BHi9tHA_aut1P6eMAF7JGbu_xXW-y4s8q2f1SvFAEbwxDp_0J1lpyr436Vo9sAonMIUBEHC73Lv9xIPCRAvVgsOrHHPniR1frqyxxwV3w-HlHUmUV1Jdea2IZRBaOEYCj1IwskZwNPK/s400/Easter+2009+009.jpg" border="0" /></a> Yes, even at 20 and 17, I still make Easter baskets.</div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgd9eaz3yAXPIdHXFgDVkU4SXUWXMU4yzMjt2RVTe2C_Io2OzuyAWmSMY8f0mamlLkV2yEmtz_0HjNfjwYZP60MSBc-yLgPV-qTlUyfiNJA08PSWA2k6m_xvDaUhSRo9MooT8o-Vv8zYn7k/s1600-h/Easter+2009+015.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323957812549933986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgd9eaz3yAXPIdHXFgDVkU4SXUWXMU4yzMjt2RVTe2C_Io2OzuyAWmSMY8f0mamlLkV2yEmtz_0HjNfjwYZP60MSBc-yLgPV-qTlUyfiNJA08PSWA2k6m_xvDaUhSRo9MooT8o-Vv8zYn7k/s400/Easter+2009+015.jpg" border="0" /></a> Ozzie tries to stare Joe down for food.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhz_bZKls30Uho4kTZgrJ-bhCAdNsDJtuOJ7mV2oBtB6PLIoMd_e2OPVmHhEOAiki2yPhOAB7gTjBBXhcuJ2ZG-zCeMED_wlVCsNdHwHstZzc1N1aeLyAqtHzhpOX9CPpASAJEeEqhjUIRb/s1600-h/Easter+2009+013.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323957689108984034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhz_bZKls30Uho4kTZgrJ-bhCAdNsDJtuOJ7mV2oBtB6PLIoMd_e2OPVmHhEOAiki2yPhOAB7gTjBBXhcuJ2ZG-zCeMED_wlVCsNdHwHstZzc1N1aeLyAqtHzhpOX9CPpASAJEeEqhjUIRb/s400/Easter+2009+013.jpg" border="0" /></a>I break out the "Juliet" china every Easter<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixh9nRox5Ja3emGSsTZsnLwsyDFofV3UEtlQUfEG485cvfyr2OO9GgQYlvmfTWxYKWI9qGEnsOSKB1cWCVt_9M97-Uprpt2KpZ9NXGt6Se2pCnFmQ-MEYjRIlKUudkqGHocdpicJIctSUv/s1600-h/Easter+2009+012.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323957557144781986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixh9nRox5Ja3emGSsTZsnLwsyDFofV3UEtlQUfEG485cvfyr2OO9GgQYlvmfTWxYKWI9qGEnsOSKB1cWCVt_9M97-Uprpt2KpZ9NXGt6Se2pCnFmQ-MEYjRIlKUudkqGHocdpicJIctSUv/s400/Easter+2009+012.jpg" border="0" /></a> The centerpiece for dinner. The rabbits belonged to my sweet mother.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizOtMJ02o5mLblxG3eQvSXEmp2W8Kpg0riGffGnceNy8Ye0mUjCbv9JaqJpZdOAZuLLVpjiWBowR-JUeJMbitO2Rh-ekQouSY0sK1sXt5JFQ9bV5ew0tcc-lGj5w6Nx-o817nNCvkh6FRZ/s1600-h/Easter+2009+007.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323957393016732578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizOtMJ02o5mLblxG3eQvSXEmp2W8Kpg0riGffGnceNy8Ye0mUjCbv9JaqJpZdOAZuLLVpjiWBowR-JUeJMbitO2Rh-ekQouSY0sK1sXt5JFQ9bV5ew0tcc-lGj5w6Nx-o817nNCvkh6FRZ/s400/Easter+2009+007.jpg" border="0" /></a> Homemade (yes you read that correctly) blackberry cobbler--Bill's favorite.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5sHfvaSYXdVwQxmkVvCIdEkgEQXJ_m3SkwtuqpFhQUOQyvL9ZN64z7iO22glu6juq-ejTK0V9kX_FoWoCUrdK4BC5d_ncsXGewZSc62-_w4sVEoqW1YT9AQElqJuLTKoKEKhxAStbunJH/s1600-h/Easter+2009+008.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323957237256851202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5sHfvaSYXdVwQxmkVvCIdEkgEQXJ_m3SkwtuqpFhQUOQyvL9ZN64z7iO22glu6juq-ejTK0V9kX_FoWoCUrdK4BC5d_ncsXGewZSc62-_w4sVEoqW1YT9AQElqJuLTKoKEKhxAStbunJH/s400/Easter+2009+008.jpg" border="0" /></a> Rice Krispie bird nests<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJPdHjDb_UwLFMJQrCrQRVxUfS63xO3WyVE5FN_OGB5kj_BxCtTJEcXDsl_7NrLQROqC-9kD4FpLBRD5mBODq3p45JOVYk_ZVbxlFKSFy2nieeLWfJp7ox-4Q6b5R9q3QGvdxc-LQ1M_1E/s1600-h/Easter+2009+006.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323957089490122850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJPdHjDb_UwLFMJQrCrQRVxUfS63xO3WyVE5FN_OGB5kj_BxCtTJEcXDsl_7NrLQROqC-9kD4FpLBRD5mBODq3p45JOVYk_ZVbxlFKSFy2nieeLWfJp7ox-4Q6b5R9q3QGvdxc-LQ1M_1E/s400/Easter+2009+006.jpg" border="0" /></a>Eggs that I've painted over the years<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzPVBHiq8YSKg3OuJwI73QSejIdm2EhJrJ7nJN29ceHo7LyhQ9nSG5AJmoOsQR5V10U9j_VyZyhRuvCT-v1e74Nq-gQbRXmX11j2uCGNGBu4NVHYfCCh9A6kjadHLwPlGFcl-r2lSnOSZf/s1600-h/Easter+2009+005.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323956924232545186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzPVBHiq8YSKg3OuJwI73QSejIdm2EhJrJ7nJN29ceHo7LyhQ9nSG5AJmoOsQR5V10U9j_VyZyhRuvCT-v1e74Nq-gQbRXmX11j2uCGNGBu4NVHYfCCh9A6kjadHLwPlGFcl-r2lSnOSZf/s400/Easter+2009+005.jpg" border="0" /></a> Hobby Lobby's finest<br /><br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323956805589625138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi69f0bC2Ij7hyrDl_an-LnUydg5eV6kzWa7YdUjvM57lzgVwbGoGVFdzkRHpTU1s_NIZPBnZ-u0K_R2VYkEIL9fkKLPM31fo2DUrTbX-Z0ZTfXS-ng3RrylfYxuANJr4-A72rHjR-Dm87X/s400/Easter+2009+004.jpg" border="0" />I love this! It's kind of cheesy but how often do you find resurrection goodies?<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323956674854618962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqwl6Pjhrdpwtbc5RxRDiNcWqFkf4ORNJcgOVoO8ASMtsxJoa3iJhCYLaWtdxHwmLycv7Pe68hKYdACBufGILbtdgJ4w9wxFYoi778hVieNeejQQUfd-JlyfVTpoZYtI7d7xe86jQHm1zh/s400/Easter+2009+003.jpg" border="0" />I bought this at a local gift shop years ago. He rocks.<br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323956502514010818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbPvgLbt9d1rpPlsZkeuERGbFA_tiBlC7PfsHNKXACP3B8SkZrHnogk8nqlOWApyBJHM_JSNN0AB4CAN7_n-zslmplofw7Eit_rKamFsxxILZDB12S6eOEcd79cbCUIAY67mOwpbF4IimH/s400/Easter+2009+001.jpg" border="0" />What you say? That's a Christmas tree? Yes it is.</div><div>I hang all my egg ornaments on it.</div><div>My guys give me enormous grief.</div><div>But I don't care.</div><div align="center">It's me!<br /><br /><br /><br /></div></div></div></div><br /></div>Janhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10070492222014489480noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499218744850645653.post-11276255406618049992009-04-04T14:11:00.002-05:002009-04-04T14:27:41.877-05:00Real Moms<div align="center">MOTHERS</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Real Mothers don't eat quiche;</div><div align="center">They don't have time to make it.<br />Real Mothers know that their kitchen utensils</div><div align="center">Are probably in the sandbox.<br />Real Mothers often have sticky floors,</div><div align="center">Filthy ovens and happy kids.<br />Real Mothers know that dried play dough</div><div align="center">Doesn't come out of carpets.<br />Real Mothers don't want to know what</div><div align="center">The vacuum just sucked up.<br />Real Mothers sometimes ask 'Why me?'</div><div align="center">And get their answer when a littleVoice says, 'Because I love you best.'<br />Real Mothers know that a child's growth</div><div align="center">Is not measured by height or years or grade...</div><div align="center">It is marked by the progression of Mommy to Mom to Mother...</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="left">I saw this on my friend's blog and simply had to copy and paste. Thank you KIM. Even though I am only sixteen months away from being a real EMPTY NESTER (I can't let my mind go there) I think this is perfect for the stay at home moms who never get a paycheck, never get any woman of the year awards, but get sloppy wet kisses and crayon drawings on a regular basis.</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">I loved that part of my life and wouldn't trade any of it! Not even having two preemies...I have decided that I totally agree with the saying "<em>What doesn't kill you makes you stronger." </em>I used to think that was just something people liked to hang on their walls. But I've decided it really is true. When I look back at the 25 years Hubs and I have been married I KNOW we're stronger and closer than most because of all the things we've been through.</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">I read about Gideon this morning. I love how God took a guy from the weakest tribe and returned him to full warrior status. God was there all along--the Israelites simply chose to go their own way and worship other Gods. Hmm....who does that sound like? Us perhaps? I love that God never gives up on us. That He uses people like us to do mighty, warrior things. </div><div align="left">Most days I feel like a tired, 48 year old who needs to have her roots done, her thighs liposuctioned and her eyes lifted! Yet, God has other plans...</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">I am loving my new job. LOVING IT GIRLFRIENDS. I hope to have some pictures from our open house soon. In the meantime, have a wonderful weekend!</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">Blessings,</div><div align="left">Jan</div>Janhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10070492222014489480noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499218744850645653.post-18674941353983546092009-03-29T19:26:00.001-05:002009-03-29T19:38:58.682-05:00Please View<object height="295" width="480"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/V2CaBR3z85c&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/V2CaBR3z85c&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"></embed></object>Janhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10070492222014489480noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499218744850645653.post-79110964796244326062009-03-28T20:46:00.003-05:002009-03-29T19:41:36.864-05:00Joe's HomeYes!<br /><br />Joe is home from Kentucky. He's been gone a week and it has been so quiet! He had a great time and we had quiet time. But, I must say that Hubs and I enjoyed our time together. Bill stopped by a couple of times and we got to spend time with him. I worked without worrying about what we would eat for dinner or what time I would be at home.<br /><br />Unfortunately, I had the sinus infection from Sheol last week. I am still suffering--bless my little heart. I actually slept in this morning (7:00) and promptly went back to sleep after a bowl of cereal. Ozzie and I were piled up in the bed until 10:30. So very not me...but hey, it was SNOWING for crying out loud. It was 60 degrees yesterday and 35 today. Lord help us.<br /><br />That's about all for now. Hubs has been napping off and on today. We've watched basketball, golf and one movie. I thought I would be hanging out with Joe, but he opted to go to his brother's house to hang out. What can I say? I'm just the mom. :0<br /><br />Have a great Sunday!<br /><br />JanJanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10070492222014489480noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499218744850645653.post-29205382404514859752009-03-23T05:36:00.002-05:002009-03-23T06:04:55.498-05:00As usual, it's been a while since I posted. Facebook has taken over my computer life. We've had an incredible couple of weeks at our house. Hubs just continues to improve beyond anyone's expectations. He was back at the office last week for half days. I am so thankful to Jesus because I know it is answered prayer.<br /><br />Bill was home last week for Spring Break. I love waking early in the morning and creeping by the boys' rooms when their doors are shut--it means they're in their own beds. Sleeping. Snuggled up with Ozzie. Safe at home.<br /><br />Joe's spring break is this week. I have a huge bone to pick with the University about scheduling their spring break on a different week than every other stinkin' school in Northwest Arkansas but I won't go there. No, I WON'T GO THERE. Because, well, this is a happy blog.<br /><br />Joe went to Kentucky with a friend for the week which means that Hubs and I have the house to ourselves. It's going to be extremely quiet around here. Probably too quiet-- but I have a lot of little things to catch up on around here so I shall use my time wisely, I hope.<br /><br />Which brings me to a verse that I read this morning. <em>"As we know Jesus better, his divine power gives us everything we need for living a godly life. He has called us to receive his own glory and goodness! And by that same mighty power, he has given us all of his rich and wonderful promises. He has promised that you will escape the decadence all around you caused by evil desires and that you still share in his divine nature." 2 Peter 1:3-4</em><br /><em></em><br />I don't know about you but I took great comfort in that verse this morning. Just knowing that Jesus gives us EVERYTHING we need is a huge comfort--especially in this depraved world. I especially honed in on the last part of that verse which reads ...<em>you still share in his divine nature. </em>How many times have I forgotten that? Gotten so bogged down in the everyday worries of my life that I lose sight of who I am? In Christ?<br /><br />All the promises that Jesus spoke of are mine. Mine. MINE! Oh that I would live like that. Hubs and I have talked alot about scripture since his surgery. We agreed that we take our blessings for granted far too often and that we don't claim the promises that Jesus has given us--free of charge! (that's something this thrifty gal can get her head around)<br /><br />All of this to say that I hope you have a wonderful week. Bask in God's goodness--his name is Jesus. Grin.<br /><br />Blessings,<br />Jan<br /><em></em>Janhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10070492222014489480noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499218744850645653.post-66112089525460219212009-03-07T13:10:00.002-06:002009-03-07T13:27:28.311-06:00UpdateHey there!<br /><br />Hubs is doing so well. He's sitting here beside me and suggested that I ask for donations...<em>sense of humor intact...</em>what can I say?<br /><br />We've been so blessed by all of you who have called, sent cards and brought food. I have put on 6 pounds--so don't be bringing over any more desserts. The pan of brownies went FAST and guess who consumed most of them? Yes, you are correct. The woman who is up 6 pounds.<br /><br />Went to the grocery store today and bought out the place. I even bought those spiffy 50 cent reusable Wal-Mart bags. I felt so green. The check out guy smirked at me. Really ticked me off. I asked him if wasn't in favor of the bags. He said he really didn't care one way or another. He was just ready for his break. So I began to think about how many times we assume we know what someone else is thinking or what we think they <em>should be thinking.</em> Man, how prideful is that? It's not about us all the time is it? Imagine that...<br /><br />So, that's my random thought for the day. I've been memorizing two scriptures a month and my favorite one is this: <em>No matter how deep the stain of your sin I can remove it. I can make you as white as the freshly fallen snow. Even if you're stained as red as crimson, I can make you white as wool. Isaiah 1:18</em><br /><br />I am so thankful to the Lord for his forgiveness. I am so glad that I never have to wonder what I believe or WHO I believe. I KNOW him. I love him and he loves me.<br /><br />Have a good weekend gals! Keep praying for my sweet husband.<br /><br />Jan<br /><em></em>Janhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10070492222014489480noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499218744850645653.post-13221457485598708752009-02-28T18:00:00.002-06:002009-02-28T18:22:08.983-06:00Healthy HeartHey there my sweet friends.<br /><br />WE ARE HOME! THANK YOU LORD!<br /><br />Kenneth went in for double bypass surgery on Wednesday morning at 5 am. The surgeons began at 7:30. Bill and I were surrounded by so many sweet people in the waiting area. I told someone that we could have held the Southern Baptist Convention right there and saved everyone the cost of airfare. It was wonderful to look around at all the men who love my big man. Sweet, sweet men six feet tall. Wonderful men who prayed without ceasing. I'm so thankful I could bust.<br /><br />The surgeon finished in under three hours. They had to do three bypasses instead of two. But they were able to harvest veins from one leg instead of two. This was a real blessing because his recovery time will be less. The incision on his leg is from his ankle to his knee. (it makes my leg hurt just describing it) And, just like with my surgery this summer, they used SUPER GLUE to put him back together. Humpty Dumpty should come to our hospital. Really.<br /><br />Later that evening they were able to take him off the ventilator. By the next morning he was sitting in a recliner. That afternoon he was walking. I am still in shock.<br /><br />Anyone who thinks prayer isn't effective should talk to me. God was so good to us! My man is way ahead of schedule. He HASN'T HAD A PAIN PILL IN 24 HOURS. And the guy has a scar from his throat to his bellybutton and down one half of his leg. THEY SAWED THROUGH HIS STERNUM AND SPREAD HIS RIBS. Don't be telling me the Shephard doesn't take care of His Sheep. No sir. Don't even think about it.<br /><br />So, we are home. Watching the snow. Sittin' in front of the fire. Ozzie is snuggled up next to me on the couch trying to decipher the hospital smell his Man Master is emitting. Dadgum betadine. You just can't get rid of it.<br /><br />Hey--maybe I bathe my bod in betadine for that mid winter tan...<br /><br />Thanks for your prayers, girlfriends. Love you all.<br /><br />JanJanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10070492222014489480noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499218744850645653.post-19033913319152275342009-02-24T20:14:00.002-06:002009-02-24T20:16:01.039-06:00Heart SurgeryHi Friends,<br /><br />Please pray for my precious husband as he undergoes bypass surgery tomorrow at 5 a.m. I will write about it tomorrow night when he is out of the woods and in ICU.<br /><br />Believing in our Lord for miracles,<br /><br />JanJanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10070492222014489480noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499218744850645653.post-92088310625290092952009-02-15T18:20:00.007-06:002009-02-15T19:08:00.316-06:00Happy Birthday Bill-O<div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZ0fRVifFudqR7_hXkJy7VYqI0e0hn1C-6Vn4ixVY-LUIQR9k6VH8pl8wr2xid_QCdEPPB48AdpM4gONLlSXmlBsQwM3yFivewsy0ji_LjP152BBdEMC0r1ECkdmGLFoPzOPvzJTOAQjN5/s1600-h/January+2009+001.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303184133462394770" 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/AVvXsEhZ0fRVifFudqR7_hXkJy7VYqI0e0hn1C-6Vn4ixVY-LUIQR9k6VH8pl8wr2xid_QCdEPPB48AdpM4gONLlSXmlBsQwM3yFivewsy0ji_LjP152BBdEMC0r1ECkdmGLFoPzOPvzJTOAQjN5/s320/January+2009+001.jpg" border="0" /></a> Yes, I'm one month late in posting my eldest son's 20<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">th</span> birthday pics. So, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">sooooo</span> me. Get it? Sue me? <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Sooooieeee</span>? Okay, I had to throw that in since you can see the darling cake I ordered for Bill. He had a wonderful day. We went to Shogun's for dinner then we lavished ( chick word ) him with gifts. I had more fun shopping for him. I LOVE to buy men's clothes! They are so easy to buy...pants and shirts. What could be easier than that? Okay, I'm rambling now. I guess it's the talk of shopping. </div><div><br /></div><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303185862556736418" 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/AVvXsEiQ0y3FnljkogssSgqyOL4icpZnvLaBWzSzQgI2GXlivL9-4UzdAfWLLUMuIlJJMFS-saUksi8AWxJZKbJ0kTHTBG1AMy_2TbwTUY4OJ0QuAtSjBUmaD_D8r4Pmo7Q6Qqyi9WaeMASUTn9s/s320/January+2009+009.jpg" border="0" /> My precious 20 year old--hard to believe!</p><p>Skip forward to the ice storm that hit us about three weeks ago. We were without power for 6 days. SIX STINKING DAYS. We piled the mattresses in the den and hung out together for 24 hours a day. Yes, you read that right. The first three days we couldn't leave because the roads were so bad. Trees were down everywhere. Our neighborhood has 80, 90, 100 year old trees. You can see from the pics the amount of damage. We cheered and threw kisses at the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">SWEPCO</span> linemen as they drove into our neighborhood. I was never so glad to see anyone in my life!<br /></p><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303187575293427346" 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/AVvXsEgDg7FNiBnnvHZ21N7m8He7qi-7ZuGkHgAbd_-E82CWMI43cNkcVijluREfIu2FKXpPjkh_vOPXcU6KRj_LErUSmDzeO38B7nmGL-1YUjT2k4isQzYFL1lDe9ACIKcRSyRPV8SblWaku0Dw/s320/January+2009+022.jpg" border="0" /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303187772952923970" 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/AVvXsEhLh7471Y7vEl_ojy5vo2tPKN8toJA5bFgoTvsmrnlYdIEn6KAzRLSplQdbV4dDN2V65-bliH18QuFZIQi_GlZGHfwascHWRljt5Gth-H8B1rJbAa1cqy7M1i2x_AbWSauo-46IlGOw58B3/s320/January+2009+014.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303188458749552578" 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/AVvXsEjPMoT1RAnm78h5JZAl7PrmB20uHDPQFFIK1jJjBRc9j5Ng82LSkmtnxd6gRXgCIgE9T4jPx0FIUw4VDvmt6GEwrXt5tyjnG4EeEaz-TMjBLZLzY35JqHtNBs3twRYf4aUSHWYggD3wbT3c/s320/January+2009+025.jpg" border="0" />Now, fast forward again to Valentine's Day yesterday.I made my man a strawberry pie. His favorite treat in the world. Now, I have to admit that I purchased the gel, the Pillsbury pie crust, but I DID wash and slice the berries and put it all together. And because I went to so much trouble, Hubs bought me my favorite thing in the whole world--A RUSSELL <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">STOVER</span> sampler. And to top if off, he found one with none other than Snoopy on it--it sure is nice to be loved, is it not?<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303194214101728482" 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/AVvXsEjkmiKh-FSeztV98x9QwMkt-znOzP0WFQxNZSmdBJeLwEgmMGA1DOwcwae-qRe-pLlSjDeBpFTwQhIjN4VoSdxPXJqv0HliUjaIRL2Thzzt3Rga5ROyM2k7qyPkcg5yV0xwx9ENelz2oKDI/s320/January+2009+031.jpg" border="0" /></div></div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303194457053381474" 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/AVvXsEj7YvyuIbEBQ4y2j4LGQlmSmvfgedQ00K4u7tevnUKkbmLrWkfT_3wFH9UjxU4dbIuQEZtTsZWF4eVfHYj6kObrxun3N6eMiOwhQqPaH-uJG5fOpBZyDnYECB72pv7UsMzQwJYU5Put4nTf/s320/January+2009+035.jpg" border="0" />I hope you have a great week and Jesus blesses you immensely.<br /><br /><div></div><div>Jan<br /><br /></div><br /><br /><div></div></div></div>Janhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10070492222014489480noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499218744850645653.post-28807188919362249472009-02-04T20:57:00.002-06:002009-02-04T21:12:28.982-06:00A New ChapterAfter being a stay at home mom for 21 years I have re-entered the workplace. I haven't been this excited since Maybelline started making washable mascara in the seventies.<br /><br />I am now the Site Director for Loving Choices. You can see our website at lovingchoices.org<br /><br /><p>I volunteered there as a peer counselor last year and fell in love with this incredible organization. We are a non profit crisis center founded by pro life Christians twenty years ago. What's so awesome is that I had been praying for specific things over the last year and God answered many of my prayers with this new position.</p><ul><li>I prayed for something to do where I could make an eternal difference</li><li>I prayed for a small part time job where I could make some moolah</li><li>I asked God to use me in a way where I could share the gospel (this is my passion...I love evangelism)</li><li>I asked for a new adventure where my family could still be first</li></ul><p>You should see our facilities. They are beautiful. One is right by the University and the other is north. (up yonder as my grandmother would have said) I will be working at the one north of my home. It's only a 30 minute drive and with my Travis cds, hey, it's a great time of praise!</p><p>So, if you would lift me up in prayer I will be your new BFF. Put me on a prayer list and I'll send you a Razorback memento. Which reminds me...gotta run. The Hogs are on tv.</p><p>Hogs and Kisses!</p><p>Jan</p><p>PSS Go to the website! I'd do a link, but don't know how. Yes, I'm pathetic but I have all my teeth :)</p>Janhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10070492222014489480noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499218744850645653.post-28629891050105701822008-12-27T09:44:00.007-06:002008-12-27T10:18:29.753-06:00I Can't Think of a Decent Title<div><div><div><div>Good morning, friends. I can't believe it is December 27<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">th</span> already. We're in between the excitement of Christmas and knowing that Christmas clean-up is imminent. It's raining cats and dogs here and the temperature is suppose to drop this afternoon. In other words--I'm stuck inside with the post Christmas blues and can't even think of a title for this post. Random enough for you?</div><br /><div>Oh well. Christmas was wonderful. It was just the four of us--kind of <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">laid back</span>, quiet and uneventful. But we like it that way. The boys were in their own beds (where they belong) and all was right with the world. I still get a kick out of filling their stockings with totally useless stuff, enough candy to keep a dentist in business for years, and one or two "man-gadgets." <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284499472639030642" 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/AVvXsEiHZ12yhzZeZB8omtKmy1S-D0lRZ8-YtlOOxkM6F_pZ9L7fYIeNFl2JAYmpqHZhT0Vu6Hn5B6uPtLlb6CRfEiC803Swmpvsg-VmMDq3ePN1fSZyuVT5XM5IfUzExnQm2uvDYtQ5MMTQ0jBS/s320/photoframepics12-25-08+059.jpg" border="0" /></div></div>We are at such a great stage in life right now. Santa isn't real, but he still leaves presents under the tree. We have to wake the guys up--unlike earlier years when we were up at 5:00 am! It's the best of both worlds, really. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284500836723951890" 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/AVvXsEjpp0idbMOVrBJbEMjOVY9porBELIIO-Cfzkoi-l1PJ_WsrwCXUb2CJmCTz40lFSqP6c-Xra7BXe-t2jevAQOGG4-PrRVhyKYocepECt1eaA-9ZcLlbcAsI4ntdblb8BY8VI0WS669v2MYl/s320/photoframepics12-25-08+063.jpg" border="0" />Even Ozzie gets into the Christmas spirit. He was in the middle of the wrapping paper and his tail swiped everyone in the face countless times. He's like a toddler on steroids at Christmas. </div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284501834875054850" 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/AVvXsEhBZbqPLGCHqTZtALTNBMVl7Eik30pqbmfPehJpxyvxVMNC0JCEH-_0WWxDEQDj3bxqdkj_x17IV9hrfHqIf6zOICs1vNDP8RrjSREgC25JlNPouErs76O-16sHkBtFZzO2ZcKMglz6zvNF/s320/photoframepics12-25-08+058.jpg" border="0" />Every year on Christmas Eve, I give my <em>three men </em>new pajama bottoms. This year it's chili peppers. Last year it was Razorbacks. When the boys were small, I made matching <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">pjs</span>. I still have them. Hopefully, their little ones will wear them one day. (smile)<br /><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284502798932814722" 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/AVvXsEgIk4qZJCS4C6IIMYd01O9S35hIuqs-niqk5DiBdE4APdANMiFI2HyTF-PkpEq1yNwUaHtbZ6szwJ6Qf9EhmoUx2Fikn8ELA3BjNQ_ymawQBhNTfoU4EttczMW0ScPE5_Py0Bn3K-iYl_6o/s320/photoframepics12-25-08+064.jpg" border="0" /></p></div><br /><p>Hubs bought the Christmas mugs that match my Christmas china. I was sipping java in style!</p><p>After a meal of fried chicken, purple hull peas, <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">green</span> beans, mash potatoes and gravy, we played games. They guys played their new video games and Hubs and I played my favorite: YAHTZEE! The boys won't play with me anymore because I am so competitive--can you believe that? Me, competitive? Let me just say that I got TWO <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">YAHTZEES</span> in the first game. Yes, two...</p><p>I hope you all have a wonderful vacation and a Happy New Year. Until next time...</p><p>Jan</p>Janhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10070492222014489480noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499218744850645653.post-85829920237475717022008-12-17T10:55:00.002-06:002008-12-17T10:57:50.713-06:00Happy 25th Anniversary to UsTwenty-five years ago today, I said "I Do" to my sweet husband. If I can figure out how to scan old photos and post them, I shall. If I can't, I won't...<br /><br />Blessings,<br />JanJanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10070492222014489480noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499218744850645653.post-50198990512823753842008-12-13T20:06:00.003-06:002008-12-13T20:14:17.399-06:00I'm Such a Good Wife, ReallyIt's Saturday night at 8:08 and I have just agreed to watch the 1958 Colts-Giant game on ESPN.<br />Yes, the 1958 black and white game.<br />What's that, hubs?<br />Oh, excuse me. It seems someone has painstakingly added color.<br />Well...isn't that special?<br />What?<br />Oh, kickoff is about to happen--50 years ago.<br /><br />See you after the game in 2008,<br /><br />JanJanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10070492222014489480noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499218744850645653.post-90844523719149599302008-12-06T21:13:00.011-06:002008-12-07T13:26:14.762-06:00A Few of My Favorite Things<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLg01_eeP7qAnyk19ODrvnOzemv5OHy-ck_OvoIwv443kAvLOPiJwz4rS90W1L7dHWQNS79J6aAAeao1YkGcrI3P-QDzf18Cfz7oXb4bfC3YMbx4icjsPPkAvTeusomG2fw87RvLbE-zR6/s1600-h/Christmas+2008+012.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276882709868840850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 210px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLg01_eeP7qAnyk19ODrvnOzemv5OHy-ck_OvoIwv443kAvLOPiJwz4rS90W1L7dHWQNS79J6aAAeao1YkGcrI3P-QDzf18Cfz7oXb4bfC3YMbx4icjsPPkAvTeusomG2fw87RvLbE-zR6/s320/Christmas+2008+012.jpg" border="0" /></a> My favorite Santa I painted years ago--preBIFOCAL days.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_2M509vkSix0FeeG2RjXOhFwp3e_qDkCziR2oiam9_gDxpLoMj56J5VoiFVhhyWejxBBbI-BkXKsEkoVvPUAObVgFBIXGVsqfj0o7WPHAyE_vVTLHq0Z6O0UhCIaYqbvLl4uz4UDBeQD3/s1600-h/Christmas+2008+010.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276882568098129602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 209px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_2M509vkSix0FeeG2RjXOhFwp3e_qDkCziR2oiam9_gDxpLoMj56J5VoiFVhhyWejxBBbI-BkXKsEkoVvPUAObVgFBIXGVsqfj0o7WPHAyE_vVTLHq0Z6O0UhCIaYqbvLl4uz4UDBeQD3/s320/Christmas+2008+010.jpg" border="0" /></a>In honor of my favorite December 17 wedding anniversary.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKR9viSx89BX8r2eYtd0a6VpKPEZ8xUUKDrnAey6dQQg3JO8Q3YlFkfTurZYrnnWN0nCWDeCQI8jK53_U1Ko8kYU0J8nsyZAl4ON_DFc3KsiCOqCQbZE-ajusxUshohbIcErgcKgjKmmIP/s1600-h/Christmas+2008+009.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276882410118770626" 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/AVvXsEgKR9viSx89BX8r2eYtd0a6VpKPEZ8xUUKDrnAey6dQQg3JO8Q3YlFkfTurZYrnnWN0nCWDeCQI8jK53_U1Ko8kYU0J8nsyZAl4ON_DFc3KsiCOqCQbZE-ajusxUshohbIcErgcKgjKmmIP/s320/Christmas+2008+009.jpg" border="0" /></a> Santa busy at work cutting trees.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFK-9ykkcim5Dg1Y2Hjt9HZQRav2e8PkIfYm732h3rdkevNipki2XB-RMebrk8FV-XG0ppik5w8cF0SXJo87FvhB2sv6BjvSCWJgLJ5SWUOPk-ELueZFCk8ieJeZtmJRW66VC-0xn_EpEp/s1600-h/Christmas+2008+007.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276882291061626578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFK-9ykkcim5Dg1Y2Hjt9HZQRav2e8PkIfYm732h3rdkevNipki2XB-RMebrk8FV-XG0ppik5w8cF0SXJo87FvhB2sv6BjvSCWJgLJ5SWUOPk-ELueZFCk8ieJeZtmJRW66VC-0xn_EpEp/s320/Christmas+2008+007.jpg" border="0" /></a> Busy elves hanging out by my favorite clock. When I was growing up Mom always put these two elves by the clock on our mantel. I think they are Snap, Crackle and/or Pop.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiriuLPMSxnF9fJlRpdEQDso0LGux7-jyC54SMktgWaToaLXi7BOeVKzWwgO7s_12H3eWMlvK7U0QqwiBQOQoQjcuVcMbVpfZeTxDcrW2azIb4Vd-CEJ304VyaG_IYcN735Rr4FpxOclmvv/s1600-h/Christmas+2008+005.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276882135255910978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 350px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiriuLPMSxnF9fJlRpdEQDso0LGux7-jyC54SMktgWaToaLXi7BOeVKzWwgO7s_12H3eWMlvK7U0QqwiBQOQoQjcuVcMbVpfZeTxDcrW2azIb4Vd-CEJ304VyaG_IYcN735Rr4FpxOclmvv/s320/Christmas+2008+005.jpg" border="0" /></a> My favorite Husband and my favorite dog.<br /><br /></div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276881996314527794" 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/AVvXsEhK-KHnSe_Q-oTAqoCZf01WfOZru-N-AF32nobG1mM5_oF13UTiT4rujrYrAVibwpuDw0yW92-uNxtck0w1chvd8u5OE6fBryiNjUXiUJ8SaSQ7uHLxIqMAib8C5L5ylC4mLSvxZfAvbGni/s320/Christmas+2008+004.jpg" border="0" />My favorite handmade stockings which resulted in BIFOCALS. Yes, I cross-stitched these suckers by hand. Did I mention that I made these BY HAND?<br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276881836779234626" 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/AVvXsEhuf9dhGF3Yvl_Z9UyRZDOIYtrEZtdG5YicejrBK_b_pc81Y1kKOQBv9uU0EaPVlTmqcDk5k5Y1GQl0sH84Z34WWJl1ZAoAGLEI5qJuB9bw9pQCdVzPRzGoCv3_VqTGm92ObtuNnuC4MjEK/s320/Christmas+2008+003.jpg" border="0" /></div><div>My favorite Starbucks--right on the corner.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276881683176131762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 254px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtU38xBrvNNqoQsfkpczcKiMZ1j9RUrB0JfZMRfeA1fRcHtxFMi25Owq2WSwZidBKhhVukKZwCUBBeHk1sD1CZKVGMH_pe9iDoEhl8eyTAAFX-GSGcQ1xTe7zUoHHKtP-jQC4qy6RqDBnF/s320/Christmas+2008+002.jpg" border="0" />My favorite angel and my cute junior.<br /><div><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276881501439474258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 254px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbLkdf8jYlAnntmpm46uPSmu9l-NIdXEqdoMvu_AKUv3OG7NCOoqEisYir0vzv5luPqtoEAdOaR0DZJdlp1X0qmaZd3lz4JaRIhJAtjn9mfXvBsxdNl5jsPV9vn_-UIp2cj8vuGCdL2hIJ/s320/Christmas+2008+001.jpg" border="0" />Look who decorated the tree this year! Oh how quickly my favorite sons have grown.</div><div></div><div>Now it's off to catch some zzzzzzzzz's in my favorite bed.</div><div></div><div>Goodnight,</div><div>Jan<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div> </div></div></div></div>Janhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10070492222014489480noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499218744850645653.post-78140419963432609432008-12-03T20:05:00.001-06:002008-12-03T20:07:13.784-06:00What's Wrong with this Picture?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-VIUOsrdiVEq5nSdTEunLlz8t3oIanQ_Idkzkcm7GgpXm4uvnhijDNDTjfWkjWhD66zqnjGsIwsT04yqgJV20zGWXUB-Es1Qtkts_RITzW5y0vikXUKEraZRJ1c_tNZ72qZ9YgQ4szi_l/s1600-h/KSH+inheritance+001.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275750439303494274" 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/AVvXsEh-VIUOsrdiVEq5nSdTEunLlz8t3oIanQ_Idkzkcm7GgpXm4uvnhijDNDTjfWkjWhD66zqnjGsIwsT04yqgJV20zGWXUB-Es1Qtkts_RITzW5y0vikXUKEraZRJ1c_tNZ72qZ9YgQ4szi_l/s320/KSH+inheritance+001.jpg" border="0" /></a> What can I say? Ozzie thinks he's the alpha human...<br /><br />Jan<br /><div></div>Janhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10070492222014489480noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499218744850645653.post-55121437696990298532008-11-28T09:56:00.005-06:002008-11-28T10:31:27.820-06:00HAPPY THANKSGIVING<div> Thanksgiving!<br /><div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh82IkMOMEztGfd4tkNTy8Sq6ZS3kWNz7CE61-GVxo9O0xR2t9FINTI2TGx-694OpacB64Gchd__2bg26ExaOR1c7yfMdJypW3Ww66IRdfOABCUvuRxc_p870U7Nbaa3ed3hZpGiecq4ED5/s1600-h/Thanksgiving+08+005.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273738209454579634" 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/AVvXsEh82IkMOMEztGfd4tkNTy8Sq6ZS3kWNz7CE61-GVxo9O0xR2t9FINTI2TGx-694OpacB64Gchd__2bg26ExaOR1c7yfMdJypW3Ww66IRdfOABCUvuRxc_p870U7Nbaa3ed3hZpGiecq4ED5/s320/Thanksgiving+08+005.jpg" border="0" /></a>Happy Thanksgiving to my Bloggity Buddies. Our day was filled with lots of food, food and more food. I cooked for two days and loved every minute of it! I always the Thanksgiving china that I inherited from my precious mother. It's <em> Friendly Village</em> and I use it everyday until Christmas and then I switch to my Lenox Christmas china. (shoulda ironed the tablecloth)<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273738364918729842" 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/AVvXsEhp86Cl4rjGfXd30UBWU5AZinCgCiTTIcILtXlTnIAw1d0j9lfu5NgqPh8rUbawJh0kwnacH7p9rU6KNG_iu_QQn6vvKn29DFHI3Z7mLGMrRE-bfg55_CpwHJVWQ_yYJl37Xw94tX8BZnEQ/s320/Thanksgiving+08+006.jpg" border="0" />Jan and Hubs. Hmm...I believe I'm retaining a little H2O...or too much pie, perhaps?<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273738506259592306" 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/AVvXsEhKPSvmLGj-RCrUVSdHe79D-jm5EmjEEjcW5yptezscxyP0cR0sZv1IsZ6QtebvyPQenxG6jd-bwrUnmwO1fryjZfa35wMgDckEdWYv_TjsRTWwfSJ-wVYJSks5eBHe__0z70vb8yORAPnq/s320/Thanksgiving+08+007.jpg" border="0" />And, VOILA! My three men, hence the name: threemenandamom :)<br /><div> </div></div></div></div></div><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273738788023891330" 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/AVvXsEipRYy_IzTOyntS2zMNXUl7t0wGKkmSOxwM7NplYccpImaHdVRUpJPT9SkTtvgqan9vI79XJ3M1E98t91KG5XH8yqlFRXuUcY8AB6wK7zrJBVLmGfycrfd_MywXKqA_SRM3iU2B6EsbYFvR/s320/Thanksgiving+08+011.jpg" border="0" />And of course, Ozzie. He's not quite sure if he should sit, stay or go. Of course having a manhand wrapped around your throat makes the "stay" command a pleasure.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273738651527261362" 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/AVvXsEh_Vm2qkLBwbjonoAhpJEd81vvlNKIcfZ2_gcBLo3thxOr8FsjRl5CPJZr1RT8F8x3dFzm8ITwHFOhB66CrPNkrhgiYNeCOgsYS6R8lE0-t9NXGOC0YlflW5n1u-1ov23AgxXMBFeI3R21Q/s320/Thanksgiving+08+009.jpg" border="0" />What a wonderful holiday. We ended the evening with a round of Spades. Bill and Joe get bragging rights until we play again. Hubs and I just couldn't get it together. Bill had to be at work at 5:00 a.m. today, Bless His Heart, so he went to bed early. Both boys will work off and on through the weekend while I start dragging out the Christmas decorations. </p><p>But for today, I plan to stay in my recliner and watch Joan Crawford movies on TCM all day. I have a quilt I'm trying to finish for a special niece that was born two months ago. (oops)</p><p>Hope you have a wonderful weekend!</p><p>Blessings,</p><p>Jan</p>Janhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10070492222014489480noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499218744850645653.post-54204874417078186572008-11-24T10:59:00.002-06:002008-11-24T11:05:43.646-06:00And the Winner Is...Congratulations, Bellah! You won the $10 Sonic Card, <span style="color:#ff0000;">bless your heart.</span><span style="color:#000000;"> If you will send your mailing address to my email I'll get it in the mail tomorrow.</span><br /><br />Thanks to the other southern belles and (dare I write it?) fellow <span style="color:#ff0000;">REDNECKS </span><span style="color:#000000;">for playing along.</span><br /><br />I'm headed to the church to help with Blessing Baskets today. I'm sure <span style="color:#ff0000;">my dogs will be barkin' </span><span style="color:#000000;">and I'll be</span><span style="color:#ff0000;"> petered out </span><span style="color:#000000;">but it will be worth it. </span><span style="color:#ff0000;">Catch you on the flipflop.</span><br /><br />Blessings!<br />JanJanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10070492222014489480noreply@blogger.com