tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33033775833753753632024-02-18T22:02:20.625-05:00A Big Bowl Of CherriesA Big Bowl Of Cherrieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09321831559907056583noreply@blogger.comBlogger98125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3303377583375375363.post-69557185329068872632012-06-01T12:56:00.004-04:002012-06-01T12:56:41.733-04:00A Morning With MalachiWe were just going about our morning business when we noticed Malachi (AKA Kye) trying to dig his way under the blanket that we had on the floor for the dog. He would bury his nose under the egde, lift it up and it would fall. This happened several times and he seemed to be getting frustrated. He couldn't really get all the way under it. It was pretty clear... He wanted a fort.<br />
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I know. Completely rediculous. But he loved it.<br />
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XX's to you!<br />
~Jen<br />
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<br /></div>A Big Bowl Of Cherrieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09321831559907056583noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3303377583375375363.post-79467691868318993072012-04-19T18:21:00.000-04:002012-04-19T18:21:18.275-04:00Do you ever sit down to read a good book for "just a few minutes" only to look up at the clock an hour or so later? Well, that's how I feel, only instead of a book, it's been painting! I look up from my work and months have flown by! <br />
My last post was filled with pictures of falling snow. Now I look out the window to green grass and foliage, sprinkled here and there with bright, colorful blooms. <br />
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Until then, be blessed! <br />
Ciao! JenA Big Bowl Of Cherrieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09321831559907056583noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3303377583375375363.post-28775638260979401382012-02-24T11:59:00.000-05:002012-02-24T11:59:58.061-05:00SNOW!!! Now It Feels like Winter In Michigan.It's not like we haven't had any snow this winter, but compared to most years it's been VERY little. We've had way more 40ish degree days than I can ever remember having. More sun too, I think, which is nice. <br />
But I like my Michigan snow....<br />
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Hope you're staying warm wherever your corner of the world may be. Have a spectacular weekend while you're at it, too!<br />
Hugs~ JenA Big Bowl Of Cherrieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09321831559907056583noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3303377583375375363.post-54062989501687661092012-02-16T11:53:00.003-05:002012-02-16T12:24:46.277-05:00From Doubting to DreamingI woke up this morning to a heaviness. Doubts and fear about finances, kids, broken vehicles were ready and waiting to pound my peace into the ground.<br />
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Do you ever have one of those mornings? You go to bed content. Even joyful. <br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">...Then you wake up the next morning with thoughts all tangled and depression, like a bully, hovering? Kind of like that cloud in that<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tGymr78FtbU&feature=player_embedded" target="_blank"> <span style="color: #cc0000;">depression commercial</span></a>...you know the one? Only, I notice in that commercial that the cloud never really goes away. It just hangs back a bit, like a neglected pet or something. What's up with that?! I want that cloud gone! (Not to mention, I don't want to it possibly cause increased suicidal thoughts!) I can tell you from personal experience that the Master Physician can kick that cloud to the curb! He did it for me years ago and He did it again for me today.</div><br />
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And now I'm just sitting here thinking this morning; He didn't bring me the <a href="http://abigbowlofcherries.blogspot.com/2012/02/this-side-of-storm.html" target="_blank"><span style="color: red;">storm</span></a><span style="color: red;"> </span><span style="color: black;">that we just came through (losing our house), </span><a href="http://abigbowlofcherries.blogspot.com/2012/02/this-side-of-storm.html" target="_blank"><span style="color: red;">but He brought me through it</span></a>.... and I'm stronger than when it began (get this!) <em><strong>because</strong></em> of the storm! It's like spiritual weight training and He's the personal trainer.<br />
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On top of that He showed me color and life where I only saw gray. My eyes just needed to readjust to new landscapes. <br />
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I feared, and instead of scolding me, He protected me...<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><em>He will cover you with His pinions, And under His wings you may seek refuge; His faithfulness is a shield and bulwark.</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>Psalm 91:4</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div>My feelings and the enemy of my soul lied to me, but The Lord valiantly fought on my behalf when I was weak. He whispered Love into these ears until I trusted Him again. He spoke Truth to my heart. I believe Him.<br />
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And I'm dreaming again. I told you in <a href="http://abigbowlofcherries.blogspot.com/2012/02/this-side-of-storm.html" target="_blank"><span style="color: red;">a previous post</span></a> that My creativity was returning. Well, so has my dream to upcycle furniture and create things with my hands for more than just a hobby. Doing it as a business is something I've half-heartedly tried and thought about over the past couple years, but never quite had the confidence to throw myself into. Well, I really think that NOW is the time. My other job is not cutting it financially and THIS is what I really want to do!<br />
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Let me elaborate some. My husband and I were recently challenged at our church to help with a fundraiser for one of our church's outreach ministries called the <a href="http://theyellowbox.org/#/welcome" target="_blank">Yellow Box</a>. We could come up with whatever fundraiser we wished. Some people are detailing cars and giving oil changes, some are selling freezer meals, a dentist-friend of ours is giving discounted teeth cleanings...the list goes on. Whatever money is raised by February 26th goes to funding the completion of the Yellow Box remodeling, which in turn, will fund various missions and so on. When we were given this challenge I knew that I wanted to use my love for upcycling old things to help fund this project....so I've been painting...and painting...and painting. And I love doing it. So I've prayerfully taken some time off of my very part-time job to test the waters. I may still work part time for a short while, but once it replaces my income, Lord willing, I'm going grow it so I can just work from my home.<br />
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So you may see some changes around here! I'm excited to share the work I've been doing! You'll also probably see some new pages...maybe even another blog, eventually. We'll cross that bridge when we get there :)<br />
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I'll post some of the pieces I've done below. You may recognize a couple of them, but most of them are things I've worked on in the past few weeks. I'll keep you posted as new pieces are created. <br />
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All of this makes me wonder...Would I even be stepping out on this limb to pursue this dream if I hadn't been uncomfortable and tried for a season? <br />
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Probably not.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Annie Sloan Graphite</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Annie Sloan Old white and Graphite.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">LOVED the natural crackles.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Annie Sloan Old White w/ dark wax. Graphite stencils</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Annie Sloan paint and various acrylics. I did this in January.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Annie Sloan Graphite and Emporer's Silk w/ Dark Wax.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Annie Sloan Duck Egg Blue.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A wash of Annie Sloan Duck Egg Blue.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Annie Sloan Old White and Duck Egg Blue.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Annie Sloan Emporer's Silk w/ dark wax.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Mixed media piece I did last year.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Vintage wall birds. Repainted white.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A picture I took a couple of years ago and recently framed w/ this vintage frame)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Annie Sloan Old White</td></tr>
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Sometimes it's both an unexpected arrival and, in the end, an unexpected outcome. <br />
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We had one of those storms this past summer and I was left asking myself "Am I going to make it through this with a sound mind and a marriage in tact? Can I stand the heat? Will I melt like butter or will I allow it to strengthen me?" Because, If you think about it, that same fire that melts butter will also strengthen and harden steel.<br />
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So was I butter or steel? As the fire swept through, I wasn't so sure, but thankfully God walked with me though it every step. I thought, at times He wasn't paying attention. Like He left His post or something??? I knew better, but I <em><strong>felt</strong></em> like I was alone. Oh, how our feelings will lie to us. Now, looking back, I can see He never left my side. He had a better plan for my future than I had for myself, but it was a more difficult path than I would have chosen... It was exactly what I needed.<br />
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</div>What exactly happened? Well, making a long story short; just weeks after my last post in June my husband lost his job of 13 years. We also lost our home of 7 years to foreclosure. We were suddenly without a home and without our main source of income... Never in a million years would I have ever guessed we would end up in that situation. Anyway, what we <strong><em>did</em></strong> have was 3 kids, a cat and a dog to care and provide for. We packed up our things, put them into two storage units and moved our 3 kids and 2 pets to our dear friend's home for the following 4+ months. They had "mother-in-law-quarters" in their basement (sort of like a studio apartment) that we crammed into until we moved to our current home.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhimhVIM4ZMawTtlzlfeYhCNpttt6Z_RDjlQFupR4dDBHHhw8Upl4JehKMjKajyT5izU6OWlYCFT5IIy4eLzfYE8C-q25Lu8BP_A86-9ya50NV51FPZJws07fBeRMb2bzJaGUm9S0GxsuQn/s1600/IMG_5287.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhimhVIM4ZMawTtlzlfeYhCNpttt6Z_RDjlQFupR4dDBHHhw8Upl4JehKMjKajyT5izU6OWlYCFT5IIy4eLzfYE8C-q25Lu8BP_A86-9ya50NV51FPZJws07fBeRMb2bzJaGUm9S0GxsuQn/s320/IMG_5287.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>I tell people it was the most horrible-wonderful time I've ever experienced. Very humbling and very eye-opening. God blessed us SO greatly through our friends that shared their home as well as through our church, that shared their hearts and resources. What a strange thing to suddenly be the ones in need.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmurxowGZeQ1zQMq_ocATL1s6JzKM5ryyCuxaMHozwOOzVwn0enfk3tbsahjaGJRx8OtPM8fB_KsicJRDCTeyRCXAKCkZyPVvnv51s-7jBR8r49larE8YTlK9FIKTkcRpnSHgNUuD2lXBC/s1600/IMG_4166.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmurxowGZeQ1zQMq_ocATL1s6JzKM5ryyCuxaMHozwOOzVwn0enfk3tbsahjaGJRx8OtPM8fB_KsicJRDCTeyRCXAKCkZyPVvnv51s-7jBR8r49larE8YTlK9FIKTkcRpnSHgNUuD2lXBC/s320/IMG_4166.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>I've had a few people tell me it seems so unfair how everything went down. I felt that way at first but, then I thought "Really? Who am I, that I shouldn't experience difficulties?" ...And in the end I've seen God's hand in more amazing ways than many are fortunate enough to see. I do miss my house, my garden and park-like backyard. I miss the larger paychecks, too. But I wouldn't trade them for all that God has given us through this season in our life. God has a beautiful way of restoring to us what we lose in those trials, as well. Maybe in a different form, but restoration, all the same. We have been blessed with a beautiful home now. It's actually nicer and newer than our other home. My husband has a job that doesn't pay the same, but it's much better on his back and for his health... This was an answer to prayer!<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEo-AC8hiH5KEfwrx8LhVfMT12PZOje4m1lE9AXTToUWTQRH7GYIiWwge3Jv0xJH37LRMZWldbVm9PYDCrbfKruixzVGnpltTc2Ulap71mn01ccIl4bq4kJD0skTwCCmlj4hPARTcOJtu-/s1600/IMG_5396_edited-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEo-AC8hiH5KEfwrx8LhVfMT12PZOje4m1lE9AXTToUWTQRH7GYIiWwge3Jv0xJH37LRMZWldbVm9PYDCrbfKruixzVGnpltTc2Ulap71mn01ccIl4bq4kJD0skTwCCmlj4hPARTcOJtu-/s320/IMG_5396_edited-1.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Anyway, all of these months since life took such a drastic turn, there have been so many times I've snapped a picture or had a story to share, but decided against it. I struggled with the decision to share, or not to share the trials I was enduring. I didn't know... so I did nothing.The first couple of months ALL creativity had drained out of me. ALL desire to blog was gone. Life seemed to have so much of it's color. But as the creativity and color slowly returned, I realized life and time still marched on around me... It just looked a little different. I saw how God was returning what had been lost in beautiful ways. <br />
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Life can be a struggle. But it can be such a beautiful struggle when you look back and see the full tapestry God is making of your life... not just the part that was rough to get through. That's where I am... looking back at all of it now. And it's an amazing view! (You may also want to read the post I wrote almost a year ago now about God's restoring power: <a href="http://abigbowlofcherries.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-art-lesson.html" target="_blank"><span style="color: #38761d;">My Art Lesson</span></a>. He's a patient teacher.)<br />
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I'm stronger. He didn't let me melt. I'm back and look forward to posting and sharing again. I have many things I'm working on that I look forward to sharing. Maybe even filling in some of the gaps over the past few months. All of the pictures I've included in the post are from those precious months in the "wilderness" at our sweet friend's home. G'night, my friends!<br />
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Hugs ~Jen<br />
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Romans 5:3-5 “Let us exult while in tribulations, since we know that tribulation produces endurance; endurance, in turn, an approved condition; the approved condition, in turn, hope, and the hope does not lead to disappointment.” <br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>A Big Bowl Of Cherrieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09321831559907056583noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3303377583375375363.post-26937848733072438092011-06-19T16:28:00.000-04:002011-06-19T16:28:45.511-04:00Days 168 & 169<div style="text-align: center;">I'm jumping back into things now that I'm feeling a little more like myself again and picking back up at days 168 and 169. That would be Saturday and today :)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi80rfKQ7yiyCmmmDWy3_AaZRDHXzJ_4ZEDHEp0xyGr5TG4VWaSffXbBYXzmuXm7kn21R2qNT1gRKLfStJiI8LNBa7_79WnyF9Bgx2eKmRGWnDps4Eq9olK4Kp-n0_iZZbvbaydx66tCBts/s1600/2011+06+18_2885_edited-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi80rfKQ7yiyCmmmDWy3_AaZRDHXzJ_4ZEDHEp0xyGr5TG4VWaSffXbBYXzmuXm7kn21R2qNT1gRKLfStJiI8LNBa7_79WnyF9Bgx2eKmRGWnDps4Eq9olK4Kp-n0_iZZbvbaydx66tCBts/s320/2011+06+18_2885_edited-1.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> Yesterday we helped some friends move. They live about an hour and a half away in the town my husband and I pretty much grew up in. On the way home my husband, being the car fanatic that he is, spotted some old cars he wanted to get a closer look at. He said they must have been sitting there are really long time. The sign was too faded to read the phone number and the dust inside was an inch thick...but it looked pretty cool on the outside. :)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEid2AGOMLQ-VwRsTKxim7RIFM7RNpa3IUQWStJhPPR5snS438K2KQmgvuFB6Zf_EWSOlu3C3D9lZpAwZvM7ye63z0I3rZGMEN9AM1795oWVCh6ti393RMrV0HUT4u4KiR_muXTNYes5Trxm/s1600/2011+06+19_2878.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEid2AGOMLQ-VwRsTKxim7RIFM7RNpa3IUQWStJhPPR5snS438K2KQmgvuFB6Zf_EWSOlu3C3D9lZpAwZvM7ye63z0I3rZGMEN9AM1795oWVCh6ti393RMrV0HUT4u4KiR_muXTNYes5Trxm/s320/2011+06+19_2878.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> This is my pic for today. </div><div style="text-align: center;">This little weed and I have actually become friends. I don't know about where you live but here in Michigan, purslane tries to take over my garden every year! You can't get rid of it! But I found out year before last that it's actually a drought-resistant, highly-nutritious little plant that is great in salads and many other dishes. It contains more omega-3 fatty acids than any other leafy vegetable out there! <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Portulaca_oleracea" style="color: #cc0000;">Here's</a> a link to some more info on it, if you happen to find it in your yard, sidewalk cracks or garden. It's also known the be a good <a href="http://www.gardenguides.com/109961-purslane-pros-cons.html" style="color: #cc0000;">living mulch</a> that will keep other weeds at bay. </div><div style="text-align: center;">Hope you're having a great Father's Day weekend!</div><div style="text-align: center;">XX's ~Jen</div>A Big Bowl Of Cherrieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09321831559907056583noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3303377583375375363.post-7230059451862893302011-06-16T16:26:00.001-04:002011-06-18T08:28:52.424-04:00A Space of 21 Days<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>I guess a lot can happen in 21 days. It's been that long since I last posted and honestly, it feels even longer. I should have posted at least a hello and filled you in a bit, but there really wasn't "one" good reason, but several little happenings, and a couple of big ones, that came my way and set me adrift for a while... <br />
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A garden needing seeds and tending, a house groaning with age and demands for repairs, a transition from a church we love dearly to one that God has called us to (that we also love, but doesn't stop out hearts from hurting), a home school year ending with loose ends needing to be tied, a foot -broken as I bid Memorial Day adieu (My first broken bone, I might add), A part-time summer job in the mornings just beginning, and the one thing that just really took the wind out of my sails...<br />
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Having to put my cat, Stormy, down. You haven't seen him much on my blog because he was a bit camera shy, unlike Malachi. But, believe me, he was my shadow every evening after his day-long naps, for over 7 years. He was quite unique. He loved to head-butt me to show his affection, he sort of chirped instead of meowing like most cats, and he would wait on the counter-tops when he would see we were going to walk by, so he could reach out and grab our arms (this was a hint to pick him up). It was last week that I had to have him put down, but I knew it was coming for weeks. It made my heart so heavy just thinking about it and I kept putting off the inevitable. And then when the time came to say goodbye my heart completely broke. I miss him a ton and the tears still come from time to time, when I think of his little tendencies that made him Stormy. But God's slowly healing my heart, and my broken foot... Summer is still just beginning and the sun actually just broke through the clouds outside, so I think I'll go soak up some vitamin D and snap some pictures. I've hardly touched my camera in the past week. It's time to pick it back up again.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Kye is missing him a ton. I didn't realize how much cats will sometimes mourn the loss of another cat.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">One of their favorite evening rituals in the summer. He was always hard to see in pictures! </td></tr>
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Hope you're enjoying this God-filled day. It's beautiful here all the sudden!<br />
XX's ~JenA Big Bowl Of Cherrieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09321831559907056583noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3303377583375375363.post-9468607938450501772011-04-27T23:40:00.000-04:002011-04-27T23:40:46.627-04:005 Days of Photos<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>365 project- days 112-117<br />
Well, 6 days have gone by and I'm just now getting my photos up! I'm going to change things a bit here and start doing what I originally planned on doing: A weekly post with 7 days of pictures. As simple as it is to upload a photo and then post it, I have a hard time actually doing it every day. Ugh!<br />
So here are the last 6 days, and then I'll post my daily photos every week beginning next Wednesday.<br />
Day 112~ <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Resurrection Sunday with our family.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Meet Ni-night puppy. This is my youngest daughter's stuffed animal. He apparently wrestled away her I-Touch. </td></tr>
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Day 114~<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My daughters...I really don't know the answer to the "why" to this picture. Just being sisters, I guess?</td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My youngest daughter likes my brother-in-law's bike a little too much.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">....Until she found the spider on the right hand glove. She threw those gloves and got off that bike faster than I've ever seen her move!</td></tr>
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Day 116~<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">After the storm. It was so nasty all day, then the clouds broke for a little while in the evening. The way the sun reflected off of them made it look like the sun was shining from the east. It looked like morning, the way the light was shining. So beautiful is the work of His hands!</td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">What you can't see is the bowl of cereal on my son's lap. The only reason they were paying him any attention at all.</td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</tbody></table>Well, sleep tight and have a blessed night.<br />
XX's~ JenA Big Bowl Of Cherrieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09321831559907056583noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3303377583375375363.post-74529725336921307932011-04-23T15:40:00.000-04:002011-04-23T15:40:55.782-04:00Days 110 and 111<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgf6h8VX95AbQLqR_zFn8Zv3-l7pRy2t_5LvyMbv35smZqMCAXEwssZ9NZOQhGJcCNPAm1ycq5y_NbWTxTbrBVRymBT-beyqMSmnTob7T3Lf0w6s8lL_-eE9I-VaVv-FEHXVuVns4yIq7K7/s1600/2011+04+20_2208.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgf6h8VX95AbQLqR_zFn8Zv3-l7pRy2t_5LvyMbv35smZqMCAXEwssZ9NZOQhGJcCNPAm1ycq5y_NbWTxTbrBVRymBT-beyqMSmnTob7T3Lf0w6s8lL_-eE9I-VaVv-FEHXVuVns4yIq7K7/s320/2011+04+20_2208.JPG" width="213" /></a></div>Day 110~<br />
Freshly cut chives out on the deck. I love this green!<br />
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One of his favorite games. Chase the necklace (or string, chain, twine..you name it).A Big Bowl Of Cherrieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09321831559907056583noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3303377583375375363.post-35935675246589188742011-04-20T19:37:00.000-04:002011-04-20T19:37:43.806-04:00Days 108 and 109<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwWVtVmUAR81kcIVqsLrhVZ0DOazHagvYrCGkYpevU9gQOmv-OPV3NTyKE3fk_bi8MqyEPHDI7gPB69GyoJH_bBT82239A_F83i3-wy7Xdbc66ytDeFlm2bu1TYGfdJvkmKBb25L8IjSrx/s1600/2011+04+20_2206_edited-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwWVtVmUAR81kcIVqsLrhVZ0DOazHagvYrCGkYpevU9gQOmv-OPV3NTyKE3fk_bi8MqyEPHDI7gPB69GyoJH_bBT82239A_F83i3-wy7Xdbc66ytDeFlm2bu1TYGfdJvkmKBb25L8IjSrx/s320/2011+04+20_2206_edited-1.jpg" width="320" /></a></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;">Day 109<span style="font-size: small;">~ </span>We'll start with today first I guess.</div><span style="font-size: small;"></span><div style="text-align: center;">I was looking out onto the deck this afternoon and noticed how beautiful the lines and rings in the wood were. </div><div style="text-align: center;">And the thought came to me...God did that. </div><div style="text-align: center;">Isn't it pretty? <span style="font-size: x-small;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">Just another little detail in His huge<span style="color: #990000;"> </span><a href="http://abigbowlofcherries.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-art-lesson.html" style="color: #990000;">masterpiece</a>.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgli6VxWuXBYomFvJqPFYsZLarS9T8AWgv9Lq2AazZ5Eju33LK7W7V6aP6_lwaZ-PmEIRMWnLJsP4rvFa1YUe6Ivtxl3q46b0ui1Gljsv5yVhqLaYRSVBfPHIYpreFWpdkQeLFfikX9T2Qc/s1600/2011+04+20_2199_edited-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgli6VxWuXBYomFvJqPFYsZLarS9T8AWgv9Lq2AazZ5Eju33LK7W7V6aP6_lwaZ-PmEIRMWnLJsP4rvFa1YUe6Ivtxl3q46b0ui1Gljsv5yVhqLaYRSVBfPHIYpreFWpdkQeLFfikX9T2Qc/s320/2011+04+20_2199_edited-2.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">Day 108~ </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">...A farm that we passed on a drive in the country. Yesterday afternoon I finally started feeling normal again after dealing with an allergic reaction that I had <a href="http://abigbowlofcherries.blogspot.com/2011/04/days-101-103.html" style="color: #990000;">mentioned</a> a few days ago (and then <i><b>another</b></i> allergic reaction to the meds that were supposed to help the first allergic reaction, believe it or not!) </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">It was nice to get out and enjoy some fresh air. Then I came home and played with my pictures. This was the result.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">Have a wonderful night, my friends. I have the house to myself this evening and will enjoy that immensely!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">XX's ~Jen</span></div>A Big Bowl Of Cherrieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09321831559907056583noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3303377583375375363.post-23622399731079747952011-04-18T18:42:00.001-04:002011-04-18T18:44:36.781-04:00Day 107Day 107~<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I know. This is Michigan. I should expect this kind of weather might happen in April. But last weekend it was in the 80's!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The birds out back actually seemed to be playing in it this morning. Enjoying it!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> Well, it's better than the terrifying storms they've been getting in some of the southern states. I'll take the snow over that any day. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Here are some other random shots I took today....</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNqEAdNEa4VicXzMrxlcKs83cMMVXrzJTewANZbcHHJqR6xb4LV8PDJs0SV2k8MJyVhSt7SAMTfKT1G0JBwnL_GNf5HVT8HnEGefZRZ4ENjiO0dZAuD9pLZWER_dV0ky8sFHcjnYXlyU8H/s1600/IMG_2372_edited-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNqEAdNEa4VicXzMrxlcKs83cMMVXrzJTewANZbcHHJqR6xb4LV8PDJs0SV2k8MJyVhSt7SAMTfKT1G0JBwnL_GNf5HVT8HnEGefZRZ4ENjiO0dZAuD9pLZWER_dV0ky8sFHcjnYXlyU8H/s320/IMG_2372_edited-1.jpg" width="213" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Day 105~ </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifon92BNwqiHrozZ1_7Lo1oZVBk1LT7MpA0b0jAcGtVfAofZ2yRmhYnQatgN-gnsRyUhqaGGC68CDKYZiHBoDNLkQ4tz_pNFtmE_CSmFqyolpMhNRquLjWF2LEl4M1rkdRbGp1C3WscMXW/s1600/2011+04+16_2159_edited-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifon92BNwqiHrozZ1_7Lo1oZVBk1LT7MpA0b0jAcGtVfAofZ2yRmhYnQatgN-gnsRyUhqaGGC68CDKYZiHBoDNLkQ4tz_pNFtmE_CSmFqyolpMhNRquLjWF2LEl4M1rkdRbGp1C3WscMXW/s320/2011+04+16_2159_edited-1.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> My daughter, the drummer... Last night was the second night of a talent show that she and her band played in. There were so many talented kids! Their band did awesome and I'm so thankful that she's taken the gift God has given her musically and has used it to glorify Him and not herself. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I'll post today's picture a little later. I know it looks like I'm getting behind again...but I'm not! ;)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I'm just a little slow this weekend. Still fighting, not only the <a href="http://abigbowlofcherries.blogspot.com/2011/04/days-101-103.html" style="color: #0b5394;">allergic reaction to the electrodes</a> I had to wear, but now it seems I'm having another reaction <b>to the medicine that's supposed to help the first problem</b>! Geesh... and why do I prefer natural medicine??? Well, it could sure be a lot worse, so instead of going on about it, I think I'll get off my computer, grab my camera, and enjoy this beautiul partly-sunny day! Hope you're having a blessed day!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">XX's ~Jen</div>A Big Bowl Of Cherrieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09321831559907056583noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3303377583375375363.post-34322057832466414862011-04-14T14:00:00.000-04:002011-04-14T14:00:01.753-04:00Days 101-103<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Day 101~ </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjfJKpc4ZlN8BnHKuTQEv0r4L3E2lIJK-DM2_4OcOF6fsRTODwkbOs0MaznJ1HJ5lihNJWceccxSkWwF5mkPiD89eELgZxLQXWOEoRRtLGbNhPeMejM5bx268YtApZGfF_LXTn6goxFYU6/s1600/2011+04+10_1999.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjfJKpc4ZlN8BnHKuTQEv0r4L3E2lIJK-DM2_4OcOF6fsRTODwkbOs0MaznJ1HJ5lihNJWceccxSkWwF5mkPiD89eELgZxLQXWOEoRRtLGbNhPeMejM5bx268YtApZGfF_LXTn6goxFYU6/s320/2011+04+10_1999.JPG" width="213" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I know. I've fallen behind on posting. And while my 101st picture isn't very fascinating, this is one of the reasons I've been distracted. It's a harmless phone, but it comes with another device that connects to electrodes, which connect to me. It captures any abnormalities in my heart's rhythm over a 30 day period. I've had an arrhythmia for several years, so it's just a check up. No big deal... except that I'm allergic to the electrodes. They first gave me huge welts where they were attached, then over the weekend, I broke out in a rash all over that got progressively worse. Not so fun. It's incessant itching night and day. Nope, not much sleep for me. Or even sitting. If I keep moving it seems to be better. Although I hate taking prescriptions, I finally relented and took the first dose of what my doctor prescribed, yesterday. I'm itching less, but it's making my heart race now! How's that for irony? Oh well. It'll be over in just a few more days.</div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">Day 102~</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVMHW1HJP4oXbn9vvsmj4w82Itfj14SifvbEGen1l2dH3KnuusaGtMeor1K5z9o4fXLHfxbL_bwjPn4SjCWf187eKUP9RDBgwZniEF9eLeSM8WZkSubAp7O1hmGS7s8LLh-_bbNPlDlA89/s1600/2011+04+13_2107.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVMHW1HJP4oXbn9vvsmj4w82Itfj14SifvbEGen1l2dH3KnuusaGtMeor1K5z9o4fXLHfxbL_bwjPn4SjCWf187eKUP9RDBgwZniEF9eLeSM8WZkSubAp7O1hmGS7s8LLh-_bbNPlDlA89/s320/2011+04+13_2107.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;">Meanwhile, like I said, it's better if I keep moving, so I've stayed off the computer and decided to get some of my painting projects done. As with all of my projects, Kye wants to be included. </div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">Day 103~ </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtIVizzXzPSyulwA52viVWrnhLJSBfmVKjoGwIQTvMYJOUIO6uyC0jNBtSl4JoQDjn99M_n5ylLPUDZWcMfZPFS8_r4BpthOREaLISnqi_3XUov2yJ6BjOKJmKulFwwz0RTVkbCIhR43Fh/s1600/2011+04+13_2110.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtIVizzXzPSyulwA52viVWrnhLJSBfmVKjoGwIQTvMYJOUIO6uyC0jNBtSl4JoQDjn99M_n5ylLPUDZWcMfZPFS8_r4BpthOREaLISnqi_3XUov2yJ6BjOKJmKulFwwz0RTVkbCIhR43Fh/s320/2011+04+13_2110.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;">This is a picture of my first attempt at homemade crackers. I've been hearing my friend, <a href="http://cindy50.blogspot.com/" style="color: #134f5c;">Cindy</a>, raving about all of these homemade crackers she's been making, and even tasted a few that were wonderful. So I gave it a shot. </div><div style="text-align: center;">They're really good dipped in my youngest daughter's homemade hummus! </div><div style="text-align: center;">I was looking for a VERY simple recipe. I didn't want to run to the store and I didn't have a lot of time to be in the kitchen today. Well, I found it! (<a href="http://www.101cookbooks.com/archives/olive-oil-crackers-recipe.html" style="color: #134f5c;">Here's the link.</a>) And simple, it is. Other than waiting on the mixer and letting it stand before baking, it took me all of 10 minutes to prepare and they turned out wonderful. Maybe not as pretty as they could have been, but so delicious! The only things I did differently were to add some of my own spices and I rolled them with my rolling pin since I don't own a pasta roller. I will probably roll them thinner next time, but for hummus it worked out nicely. They were a lot like pita chips.</div><div style="text-align: center;">So that's the scoop and I'm now caught up...again. Now that I've got some itch relief I'm feeling the creativity return. :)</div><div style="text-align: center;">Happiest Thursday to you! </div><div style="text-align: center;">XX's~ Jen</div>A Big Bowl Of Cherrieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09321831559907056583noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3303377583375375363.post-37718157514238678132011-04-11T13:56:00.000-04:002011-04-11T13:56:05.338-04:00Day 97: Found!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCBlJvl_w-syIna2WxEhuA9dzO9N2C-GsEdIEmjXeovHtJlJvb-D_XIZJ9i8q8rLpHa0i9XJnCrJC_vFqfXC1glHB-cfeEwJnuxFnx7uzxwOBopBsG8KostYtgiVSW0eGicLHXEzQ6etqZ/s1600/20110406_11.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCBlJvl_w-syIna2WxEhuA9dzO9N2C-GsEdIEmjXeovHtJlJvb-D_XIZJ9i8q8rLpHa0i9XJnCrJC_vFqfXC1glHB-cfeEwJnuxFnx7uzxwOBopBsG8KostYtgiVSW0eGicLHXEzQ6etqZ/s320/20110406_11.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>Day 97~<br />
NOTE: I'm not sure how I overlooked this, but day 97 was never posted! It was there in my list of postings, but when I saw the word "draft" next to it, I was perplexed. So here it is. Not in order. Not on time. But posted. Now a note to myself: Always click "publish post"!<br />
My daughter drew this. I loved it. So did the rest of the family because he was the last orange in the house and still didn't get eaten for days. That normally does not happen!<br />
XX's ~JenA Big Bowl Of Cherrieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09321831559907056583noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3303377583375375363.post-64082597917892665902011-04-11T13:40:00.001-04:002011-04-11T13:42:39.671-04:00Days 98-100<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHPR0CPuAbvfeiGGx6GjsErBKwF2k6oi0-oZEicMnBSJDFfNiNTgN0c5M4nrGqu7N3E95KkLkcQ4tvddniPYfqy4RYfJvg9f6M-pdBtAlUhN_OFT5owrgfB6bZU_fttluwu4mTx6k-erId/s1600/2011+04+10_2102.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHPR0CPuAbvfeiGGx6GjsErBKwF2k6oi0-oZEicMnBSJDFfNiNTgN0c5M4nrGqu7N3E95KkLkcQ4tvddniPYfqy4RYfJvg9f6M-pdBtAlUhN_OFT5owrgfB6bZU_fttluwu4mTx6k-erId/s320/2011+04+10_2102.JPG" width="320" /></a></div> Day 98~ The Cat<br />
I was photographing him while he slept and eventually he opened his yes, hopped up and came after my camera. I do bug him a lot.<br />
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This is Fourninetynine (as in: "He cost $4.99.") My oldest daughter felt that with college, work and all of her running about, that he would be better off if adopted by her brother. My son agreed, and now Fourninetynine resides upstairs in his room with his other fish, Fish. (Yes, Fish.) I don't think my love for creativity was passed on to them.<br />
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What a gorgeous day! And 85 degrees! We beat our record for the same day back in the 30's, which was 84! So when I went to fill up the van (the gas prices are going up along with the temperature and our local news channel advised us to fill up before it hit $4 a gallon) I also stopped to vacuum out the van and take it through the car wash.<br />
I'll be getting some more shots of my world today and hopefully get them posted this evening.<br />
Hope you're having a perfectly wonderful day!<br />
XX's ~JenA Big Bowl Of Cherrieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09321831559907056583noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3303377583375375363.post-38086570633804646182011-04-06T12:40:00.000-04:002011-04-06T12:40:54.802-04:00Day 96Day 96~<br />
I was reluctant to pull on my shoes and jacket this morning to venture out for a shot. It's chilly and raining again. But I'm tired of indoor shots. We has sunshine for a while yesterday, but I was in the middle of my pantry and coat rack projects. I was hoping today for at least one or two big puddles so I could practice with reflections, but it's not been raining hard enough for that. Just enough to drive us indoors. I did, however, find some standing water on a marble table top out on the deck. This was the result. If there's no sunshine tomorrow, maybe there will be big mud puddles! I'd be okay with that.<br />
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XX's ~JenA Big Bowl Of Cherrieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09321831559907056583noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3303377583375375363.post-89057903562313447102011-04-05T16:54:00.000-04:002011-04-05T16:54:54.807-04:00Day 95Day 95~<br />
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Hope you're having a blessed day!<br />
XX's ~Jen <br />
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A little rushed today, and it's nasty outside, so Stormy served as my object to photograph today. I've probably mentioned that my kids laugh at me because I take so many pictures of the cats, (Especially Kye, because he's so photogenic with that coloring) but the truth is, they're just easier to work with! They don't sigh, roll their eyes and cover their faces yelling "No! I'm having a bad hair day!" I love photographing babies, too, but I don't have any on hand around the house, so cats it is today! He loves to lay next to the water bowl every morning and every night. He is all about having the same routine every day.<br />
XX's ~JenA Big Bowl Of Cherrieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09321831559907056583noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3303377583375375363.post-77157437260927102982011-04-03T15:38:00.001-04:002011-04-03T15:39:49.957-04:00Day 93<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdO5g-6MvBIzRWIysD0x7y40WJ49ByX0QqK6YHdPqUAbuglYbGg6kq1OVNhbP3NjQI94Ok8n7FXFf_3vfOVBCUEHrKEy2_YDIKSlWjF9yKNhqyRhCzdeU2IZBs8jua7khnOQhYdYj8-_Jn/s400/2011+04+03_1848_edited-1.jpg" width="400" /></div><br />
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<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;">Day 93~</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">It's a rainy, sleepy Sunday here today. We've had a bit of thunder and even some hail. I've been anxious for the spring sunshine, but I'm okay with the rain today. At least it's not snow, right?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I hope your weekend has been blessed and your Sunday, refreshing! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">XX's ~Jen</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRm7f7KSmo2vtjHaA_2vOeXaA7ENS3ZNPebnoSAo9X9Zmt8GBl_qBfZfuJYB1EQiGCE6bcJ9lH0LKrv9-HpCgXoPmnoZQ4ywa-3kOoVunfpjsTL6zZ8N2N2PVeE6NvLI4vCAwJo688sXXy/s1600/2011+04+03_1849_edited-1.jpg" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRm7f7KSmo2vtjHaA_2vOeXaA7ENS3ZNPebnoSAo9X9Zmt8GBl_qBfZfuJYB1EQiGCE6bcJ9lH0LKrv9-HpCgXoPmnoZQ4ywa-3kOoVunfpjsTL6zZ8N2N2PVeE6NvLI4vCAwJo688sXXy/s400/2011+04+03_1849_edited-1.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcK7A7AIgHxklJ8IQZ9RO39UQDQvNxlyNMYNJ-uizgg6ij7giqTiqoypx3ALxSsMl85NSSEHTURxrf_kXSkj9YkyigiGwiCUEZDeqw_CpbXqTqqlx1vnUUVdeFR1OcVs862SZfcmG27B0g/s1600/2011+04+03_1857_edited-1.jpg" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcK7A7AIgHxklJ8IQZ9RO39UQDQvNxlyNMYNJ-uizgg6ij7giqTiqoypx3ALxSsMl85NSSEHTURxrf_kXSkj9YkyigiGwiCUEZDeqw_CpbXqTqqlx1vnUUVdeFR1OcVs862SZfcmG27B0g/s400/2011+04+03_1857_edited-1.jpg" width="266" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Apparently, rainy days make Kye sleepy, too.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><span id="goog_1599453165"></span><span id="goog_1599453166"></span>A Big Bowl Of Cherrieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09321831559907056583noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3303377583375375363.post-40838628643302141102011-04-02T12:47:00.000-04:002011-04-02T12:47:48.713-04:00Day 92~ and Kye's Unusual Hammock<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9t95tziTeOZPE4dQCfWUe__cEJQNjvDB0pkrhPyiDlZttNuHsSkcpcHsDQChkRnzCmI0Crz_ga8tpVhpS8sfx5bPoWrpAyrbrc8cEhlEdY1b_BDA_er488Z8f-g2XmahEpLLdxqRumwgy/s1600/2011+04+02_1808.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9t95tziTeOZPE4dQCfWUe__cEJQNjvDB0pkrhPyiDlZttNuHsSkcpcHsDQChkRnzCmI0Crz_ga8tpVhpS8sfx5bPoWrpAyrbrc8cEhlEdY1b_BDA_er488Z8f-g2XmahEpLLdxqRumwgy/s320/2011+04+02_1808.JPG" width="213" /></a></div>Day 92~<br />
This is a normal view for me in the morning. I usually settle down with my coffee and breakfast on the couch for a little prayer and meditation before I start the day. Kye and Stormy usually hover about on the arm rest or end table. Today it was just Kye. Only this was his seat of choice this morning. It's a little difficult to read like this... And it's not like he just wants to sit on my lap to be near to me. No, he's waiting for what will be leftover in my cereal bowl. When I was finished he got his wish...and I got to read.<br />
Below are some other shots of Kye being Kye (yesterday). My daughter was putting an iron-on onto a shirt and had put the ironing board on the bed instead of the floor since there wasn't much room between the bed and dresser. She had finished and left the shirt to cool. When I came back and tried to take the shirt off the board it was stuck...heavy. It was then that I saw the little yellow ears. He had climbed into the shirt hanging down and was quite cozy.<br />
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XX's~ JenA Big Bowl Of Cherrieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09321831559907056583noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3303377583375375363.post-18986349923401500862011-04-01T13:02:00.000-04:002011-04-01T13:02:13.730-04:00Day 91<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKKCvxKtcTbpUQ0hPpPI8vS11chlnW9aBVw0aN63kQdte8q2k65dyCS_OobnSh0UKVoTFoudP4O_aZy_yQm8XJ4W5v4PR3wXhKNDPCsxuyrj3w3MaBhBFBPL-X50qdHiDmyqi2wthxnQ2r/s1600/2011+04+01_1798_edited-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKKCvxKtcTbpUQ0hPpPI8vS11chlnW9aBVw0aN63kQdte8q2k65dyCS_OobnSh0UKVoTFoudP4O_aZy_yQm8XJ4W5v4PR3wXhKNDPCsxuyrj3w3MaBhBFBPL-X50qdHiDmyqi2wthxnQ2r/s320/2011+04+01_1798_edited-1.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Day 91~<br />
I got some brushes and supplies out this morning so I would see them each time I walked by the table. When they're out I think I tend to think more...artfully? I'm also more likely to take the time to sit down and do something with those creative thoughts. It's not really a matter of "out of sight, out of mind" but more like "out of sight- don't make the time". <br />
Today, unfortunately, time does not seem to be on my side...Maybe this evening after all of my errands? <br />
Have a blessed Friday!<br />
XX's~ JenA Big Bowl Of Cherrieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09321831559907056583noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3303377583375375363.post-65903816770841170392011-03-31T15:07:00.001-04:002011-03-31T15:16:03.714-04:00Day 90<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsPGv0eUZodhJRWYrUX9JoOIok30KcO0Prw7-HzQtX3t27qkzslMydv-g9ixJtkeOXdBkbMIu90_BD20NIwlaqIwtzUuW-eFm1F2WxqxgaGLoQ5vsTC31b09P6tvv19DraM_DyMvSo07pM/s1600/2011+03+31_1740_edited-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsPGv0eUZodhJRWYrUX9JoOIok30KcO0Prw7-HzQtX3t27qkzslMydv-g9ixJtkeOXdBkbMIu90_BD20NIwlaqIwtzUuW-eFm1F2WxqxgaGLoQ5vsTC31b09P6tvv19DraM_DyMvSo07pM/s320/2011+03+31_1740_edited-1.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Day 90~</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Mid-morning snack.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">My 12 year old son had been craving blueberries ever since he discovered a bag full of them in the freezer. Grandma had brought them over a few weeks ago and I still hadn't used them. By Tuesday he had decided he would take matters into his own hands and find aunt Jill's recipe for blueberry bars. He did, and he made them entirely on his own. (Guess he <i>really</i> wanted those blueberries!)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I enjoyed one this morning...apparently Simon wanted to enjoy one as well. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">That boy can make some killer blueberry bars!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">XX's ~Jen</div>A Big Bowl Of Cherrieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09321831559907056583noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3303377583375375363.post-29602610038683107782011-03-30T10:36:00.003-04:002011-03-31T14:23:43.404-04:00Day 89- It's not as hopeless as it may seem!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPCK-0aaLQ80LUlIMjNfZD1le57MpwPlzmRqk18oobY-tYywxRadqnBnFYfakdc0_ZbhCfUIOMYXmVMTzfDJEm2O37NAwiRaLht3pqKVDABR6OLaqnoOUttOQdqTHLwK6ubRIqDdnwWC4l/s1600/2011+03+30_1701_edited-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPCK-0aaLQ80LUlIMjNfZD1le57MpwPlzmRqk18oobY-tYywxRadqnBnFYfakdc0_ZbhCfUIOMYXmVMTzfDJEm2O37NAwiRaLht3pqKVDABR6OLaqnoOUttOQdqTHLwK6ubRIqDdnwWC4l/s320/2011+03+30_1701_edited-1.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div> Day 89 ~ Although it still looks dead and brown out back, I'm beginning to see new life peeking up here and there. It may <b><i>look</i></b> dead, but it's definitely not! Spring <b><i>is</i></b> on it's way! Yay!<br />
I'm a little confused about the day I should be on for the <a href="http://mommytography365.blogspot.com/p/project.html" style="color: #0b5394;">mommytography 365 project</a>. Based on the website it looks like it should be day 79 today, but after checking out several other <b>beautiful</b> photos from other's who are participating, I'm finding they are on day 89 instead. I guess I'll go the <i>majority rules </i>route.<br />
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Here are a few more pics from my walk in the backyard this morning... <br />
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