jilldew08 is starting over.
Since I started my photo journal on January 1st, I have made 11 entries in 13 days. It’s not perfect, but it’s a start.
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jilldew08 is starting over.
Since I started my photo journal on January 1st, I have made 11 entries in 13 days. It’s not perfect, but it’s a start.
jilldew08 is starting over.
Okay, starting today, January 1st, 2009, I will take one photo a day to represent my life, or at least this year. Next year, my sister, who is also doing this, and I will compare pictures in a scrapbook of the pictures to show each other how life was. We live far apart, so they should be really different!
virginiabr is contemplating life.
And yesterday I took a photo of my fiance getting the fishing pole ready for us to go fishing…It was the 1st day of Bass Season! YAY!
virginiabr is contemplating life.
Friday I took a picture of me after getting back from the gym…
virginiabr is contemplating life.
Here is the picture of day two…I found the perfect things I am going to wear for my wedding!!
This is my friend, Angie. She helped me find it!
virginiabr is contemplating life.
Well I took a picture…okay okay…yeah it’s easy to do the first day…when I’m thinking about it consciously!
It’s of my computer…where this photo journal started! =P

But Jacques (as in Cousteau but without the Cousteau) has arrived.
He’s gorgeous. His fur is so thick and luxurious.
He’s too precious. Mimi hates him. She’s terribly jealous.
She doesn’t want his bottles,
but she doesn’t want him to have them either!
He butts my legs constantly because he knows I’m the bottle lady,
and he figures I’ll let one down if he reminds me.
I’m in love with a little Frenchman :)

He was sunning himself (or herself who can tell) in the treeline on the edge of the yard….liked to scare me half out of my wits. But he was so pretty and calm I snapped his picture then told him (with my best Croc Hunter voice) to run along home now and not to be a naughty little boy and scare me anymore! He promised not to! We’ll see what happens.