Some DIY | Some Lessons

Firstly, I must give credit where credit is due:  

The Proper Pinwheel

image credit belongs to The Proper Pinwheel more below:

The above photo is NOT mine but used as reference to the idea behind the project. This idea was not mine but, is my own version of the ever popular DIY creative, Lexy Ward via The Proper Pinwheel. Please follow all of Lexy’s social media networks to see more of her genuinely unique creations Facebook, Pinterest, Twitter, Tumblr; but most important Subscribe! The inspiration for my post here was her Potato Stamp Neon Napkins DIY. If this project doesn’t interest you, Lexy B Ward projects can also be seen on the best DIY community on Curbly.com!

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OK, Now its time to talk about ME lol! As promised, I have much new fruitful learnings to share with my fellows here, from the many adventures  throughout our “lovely” Summer experiences! Like I say, “Onward and Upward”

SOME DIY

As you all know I am convinced in some delirious part of my brain, that I can complete a DIY! In fact, I have semi-completed 1 so far. The painting and gluing will be the last steps to the (DIY towel rack) completion. In the meantime, I have also added to the mix a few more pieces of DIY inspiration for our new white walls/blank canvas, in our (rental) apartment we have at our decor disposal now. I myself am almost frightened of what I will do or think of next. 

SOME LESSONS

And, that fact, has got me thinking alot more lately…I have always had a fear of completion. I dont know where it stems from. When I was a full blown alcoholic/addict, I had never completed any thing in my life, from start to finish. Not Once. Besides grades 1 through 11. Even my University career has been shortlived or started and not finished; ever. Tried twice already, and I am soon on my third; so I’d better figure this out FAST! TEEN’s own University career is up for discussion as of late and I’m feeling inadequate for advice or inspiration, never having completed my own. Of course, its for one reason or another. It’s never that I’d set out to start something and not finish–it’s just seemed to always turn out that way.

I even remember giving birth to TEEN, saying to my Mother “hey, thats the first thing I have ever done full circle, from start to finish Mom!” The second thing I ever completed once the one thing that saved my life. The 12 Steps of Alcoholics Anonymous (with a Sponsor). The memory of finishing the 12th Step is clear as yesterday. It was 8 years plus ago. We sat on a bench outside our meeting space, under a low-rise condominium. The second we completed the reading portion a splash of fresh fallen rain water fell beside us with a loud noise that made us startle! The water represented for me the baptism of joining my new life. FYI – I also promised a post regarding my addiction experiences. I will get around to finishing it … soon ;) 

Told you I learned alot from our experiences this summer. About me, my children, my family, friends, neighbours and beliefs. There’s a few things I am working on inside. I have much more to share but, lets talk swag decor now (lol! swag).

THE GOOD STUFF:

My Photos:  

Presenting the first to be completed actually, my Crinkle-Cut Potato Stamp Art

Dollarama | Crinkle-Cut Potato Slicer

Our potatoe slices made with the Dollarama six year old ‘crinkle-cut potato slicer’

I chose this crinkle-cut slicer to create a unique characteristic in our DIY (to be different from the original idea as well); hopingto give a wavy sort of look on the paint. 

Crinkle-Cut Potato Stamp

OH! Cut potato in opposite directions again for uniqueness in our interpretation


Grabbed LOs small already cut-off black shorts, knowing the next day was to be a hot one here. The black helps boast the bright neons chosen for paint. Age and condition of the shorts only assisted me in being ok with messing up, which is always a great possibility when I set out to do, anything;)

Crinkle-Cut Potato Stamped clothing choice

TIP:  Slip cardboard between fabric to prevent sticking, bleeding of paint colour, & preventing ‘bunched up’ paint stamp


YES, I thought of that TIPall on my own ;D  

Crinkle-Cut Potato Stamper

just a cool shot


 

Crinkle-Cut Potato Stamp - first stamp

aww … our first stamp – nail biting!


 

Crinkle-Cut Potato Stamp - LO

LO is now an experienced fashion designer


LO was so excited to wear her shorts I don’t know how I managed to get her to sleep. Next day we both decided to show off our home DIY ‘fashion designs’ together! I love watching LOs posture just rise three-feet higher as she prances into school, announcing her creation to impressed teachers and classmates. With her developmental delays LO doesn’t have many other children understand or approach her for play. I encourage her creativity to offer her a way to introduce herself and add more verbal communication between her and her fellows (at daycare/”school”). 

The sweet reveal images:  

 

Crinkle-Cut Potato Stamp - tank top reveal

here she is! my tank top reveal


Unfortunately, LO wouldn’t stay still for a photo of her shorts. They all appear too blurry to post. Now, remember I am no photo genius or no DIY genius! The next shots were fun in the moment try-ons and non-professional. 

Crinkle-Cut Potato Stamp - opps

Oppsie! NO I am NOT pregnant, although this photo makes it look like I am from a distance!


Definitely no chance of pregnancy with this blogger…last photo is my favorite. The back of my tank top turned out much better than the front; probably because I did the back last. Next time I will learn the mistakes that way. 

completed tank top

completed project #1 ;) We actually got compliments all day about our clothes!

Remember, This is just one of the projects I have started around the house. PLEASE, I welcome the push to see me complete and POST my projects! I’d love to hear your colour recommendations, or different ideas and inspirations you’d like to share with me. Consider me your DIY Ginea Pig:  If I have the tools, I will try it! Leave behind a link to ANY DIY projects you’ve posted completed or started LOL around the house; you know, so I know Im not alone in learning how to FINISH things! 

JayNine xo 

As I have said in the past, if you like my photos and wish to use them, just ask or drop me a line of the content it’s been featured in, thanks. Remember, these are my family time photos and I expect them to be shared in the same manner.

Onward and Upward .. I Pray

Here’s the plan:  short and sweet, lotsa-links, inspiration, and to the point! Lets see how well I do. Just don’t grade me on this paper ok!? After our summer of personal series of unfortunate events, I have promised the next post would be of enlightenment to the lessons I have take from those **** experiences

The first thing is, I have learned that I can do stuff. I can do DIYs! I don’t just pin them, share them, or tweet them anymore! I have actively taken part in my own role of DIY’er. So much so I started at the top, with an IKEA Hack!

“What’s an IKEA hack J9?!” You ask. 

“A Closet On a Bookcase?” first step was to turn closet on it’s side –that’s when they lost me!


Well, the way I see it is:  Think about IKEA first. In and of itself the thought just scares me. Then, remember the last item-to-build you purchased there. Recall the three ‘life-lines’ you were given upon starting the put-together-project, going into it alone, and sit in that fear for a moment….Then, when you’ve returned from rocking like a baby in the corner over there, and removed your thumb from your mouth, read on. The instructions, piece count, directions, countless trips back to the store for missing items, estimated time of six hours work in reality it’s six days (for me), and you’ve got The first word understood:  “IKEA” right

An IKEA Hack above is a mixture of that horror, picture it:  and Dr. Suess on some elicit street drug, shaking his courvoisier (cognac) on the rox in hand, while slapping my fried brain around with his fatal cocktail, scorching me with an evil laughter … it all causes my poor head to ache…However, I just fell into my ‘hack’ by accident. (I don’t self-created suffering anymore)


Here are some photos from the beginning of my DIY career. (Promise not to laugh too hard) From Instagram

My Wanna Be IKEA Hack

my wanna be Ikea Hack from Shoe Rack to Towel Rack ;D


 Excuse the unprofessional photography but, all I gots an iPhone 4S for now…laugh all you like, I am super proud of myself! 

IKEA Hack 2

IKEA shoe rack to my small space DIY towel rack


super proud! excuse the mess behind the photo. we were in renovations all summer and it’s a rental. 

IKEA Hack 3

last but not least, photo of perfectly fit potty side shot ;P


Next image is linked to my Pinterest account, only because I do not have time to further resaerch all the sources. You all know I send the credit to creator. 

dubbed Neon Lumberjack Wood on FLICKR

via FLICKR


This is the way were headed with the shoe rack turned towel rack hack for our bathroom. I am not sure exactly how or where, but I will be using this type of coloring pattern.

The good news continues from the **** summer, to the white walled blank canvas we now have to work with for our interior decor. TEEN and I are so used to moving our entire lives (unfortunately for whatever reasons..), that we barely sleep in the same bed every night. Around the one year & a half mark there’s an ‘itch’ I get inside, that causes me to look at moving. NO MORE. Since LO, thats against the rules”–like I always say to her, lol. 

The remaining images are designs by others I have sourced on Etsy and Pinterest, are the inspirational creators of the new DIY sensation I feel in my bones as of late. Colour seems to be the main focus. Follow each of the photo links to their (Pinterest) pins. 

 

Geometric Art oEtsy

Geometric Art on Etsy


Unfortunately,I couldn’t find my link to this one. However, its listed in my favorites on my Etsy Profile (link above & sidebar to follow me there)! I thought I would try this one as a DIY project actually, with some fantastic washi tape from Pretty Tape. A fav from Dallas, TX on line. The following photos are the same idea (DIY). Now that Im an expert, you’ll have to come back to check up on our progress :D

Coloured Tree Slices

Coloured Tree Slices on Etsy


We have some of these from our neighbourhood Discovery Walk last winter! 

More Tree Slices on Etsy

More Tree Slice Art via Etsy


More Tree Slice Art via Etsy fav’s of mine

Here’s another idea I have already played with…

 

DIY Washi Tape photo frames

DIY Washi Tape photo frames


However, I prefer ours to look not so perfect–like these:

 

DIY Washi tape photo frame ideas

DIY Washi tape photo frame ideas


Follow link to source for better image sizes.

This last one I prefer above all. I prefer to add little treasuries and pieces we’ve collected on our travels, to the frames. A paper flower TEEN created here (like yellow below), a photo LO painted or ripped and glued there–adding it to the personality of our DIY Washi Tape Photo Framed Wall art. 

DIY Washi Tape photo frames

DIY Washi Tape photo frames


 

I soo look forward to connecting again soon. Leave behind some inspirational DIY projects you’re involved in or excited about. I am always on a hunt for encouragement and simple step by step tutorials LOL!! OK, Much to be done around here. At least its not cleaning up *** anymore!

Blessings and Wonderous Weekends to you All,

JayNine xox 

IMAGE NOTE *** Each of those pins when clicked will forward you to a new window revealing to you it’s credible source. I give all designers their credit and have no intention of offending or infringing on copyright laws by sharing these photos in any way. I do not endorse nor oppose the use of the products connected to any source. I simply share for enjoyment purposes only.  

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 










Our **** Summer

These are the stories of our summer experience.  Don’t expect glorious photos of an overseas beach somewhere in vacation land–because thats not at all what ours was like!

“I haven’t done much writing, I know”. A lame endlessly spoken phrase by bloggers throughout the summer vacation days, I know you’re tired of hearing. Especially by Moms. I get that. Here’s the thing though, our summer sucked. And I can promise you, it was NO VACATION around here! 

Oh, may I remind you first, I am thee most grateful person alive, thanks to the way my Mom raised me! That’s truly the only way we made it through our summer circumstances, with much hope and reasessed aspirations for our immediate future! 

In my *new life, I have always been sure to take a real good rigirously honest look at a situation:  I can decide to stay sore and harbour some resentments about the circumstances; OR I accept the outcome (the situation) with a new perspective, one of having learnt a valuable lesson. Or 2 or 3… *new life is a reference to my experience of recovering from addiction, and having been freed of that old life. “It is like being re-born” (Big Book of AA)

Here’s the “sitch

Long dramatic story as short as possible. 10 months ago left ‘hubby’ house vehicle & everything, traded for happiness. Restarted fresh again, in our new little town near family. They’re the only ones I can count on in life over and over, and I have finally learned that one. Where they move–we move! Period. Anyway, happily our wee family made our way to an apartment we made a home immediately. 4 year old developmentally delayed, had about a years growth set back durinmg the six months she was pulled out of daycare we called ‘school’. It costed the whole family trust me. Poor thing. So we looked so forward to our first Summer close to family :D!

Add a nightmare neighbour who knows nothing of consideration for others and her lack of self-awareness, we ended up having a waterfall throughout or new (landlord just newly renovated 1 year prior!) kitchen, bathroom, and diningroom/livingroom. Not pleased. We had brought everyting we could when we left our house behind and I am in debt over my head due to that ‘house stuff’. Point is, what we had left was not much. It was what I managed to salvage from a bitter split. Don’t get me wrong, I always chose happiness over “stuff”! It just seemed like it was “all we had” left you know. 

I dont like spending my time weeping over the past but, feel the need to get this off my chest …July 29th got flooded. Next day, contractors came to open walls at 430-7PM, yes very inconvenient timing. As they opened walls, found 10-15 YEARS worth of black mold growth; we could now not live in and had to pack 3 peoples important belongings to get out right away. Also, finding somewhere to stay temporarily. I only have Mom in this town.

 Let me take one step back:  That morning the assessment from head of contracting team was relaxed, playing it cool, not worried about us having to move out. There was no suggestion of that. I also requested very simply that our belongings be covered by his team with tarps, painters sheets, plastic rolls–I didnt care, as long as it was all covered. He  his understanding of that reuqest, by offering me the size/measurement type of plastic that would be used to cover our belongings. I re-affirmed it again, and went back to tidying up around the water damage I could deal with and went on worry free about my day! So as the pakc up, run and find accomodations now part of the day came, at 25 minutes before I had to pick up LO (the 4 year old with cognitive understanding delays), explain to her again, that we could not go home…. All and all, THAT was thee hardest part. Listening to her cry each day as we passed her home to get to ‘school’ that she wanted to go home, just ripped my heart in pieces. Nothing I said could help her understand again, that we could not go to her home because it was broken.

Thankfully, after the mess of lawyers, landlord tenant court visits, and finally forcing my landlord to do the right thing (accept give us the proper monetary compensation I know we deserve but, couldnt bother fighting for)–I played with terms I used with LO, and slowly assisted her into understanding this broken home stuff was no one’s fault and that we’d be back home in no time! Regardless of the truth that I didnt know when or what direction our circumstances were going at the time. 

During all of that mess, for the first time ever, I started having issues with my teenage brother and Mother. I dont need to get into that. You all know what fighting with family can look like. We ended up having a few (new remember) neighbours pull together and one lent us their families tent trailer! Called us to her house one evening, drove it over, set it up, lent us all the utilities we needed to cook and live–BAM! JUST LIKE THAT! We had a cool new temporary home, that was actually literally, in our own backyard LOL! Even TEEN was excited (til after a few hot mornings lol)! LO and I love the outdoors. Besides, we had always said we were going to the trailer this Summer; we just didnt know what way it was going to happen. 

This is my outlook. This is ME. This is the ways I have raised my children. I have to find the light in the dark. I have to be the light in the dark. I have to shine the light in the dark. 

Don’t get me wrong, it sucked real bad compared to home. But, we were able to use our bathroom (no ceiling) and bathe, so there wasn’t really much to complain about. Now, sleeping in a tent trailer for a single mom is pretty scary! I admit to you guys I barely slept a wink worrying about someone coming to get us lol…Thankfully we managed safely. However lovely my attitude of gratitude sounds, this story is not over yet! 

After 4 nights in the trailer, I started feeling like I was catching a cold. I never get sick so I was paying close attention to the changes in my body. (I am also ‘temporarily disabled’ at this time. that’s a whole other category too…) Maybe it was all the moving boxes, bags, garbage, furniture, stuff in and out from destroyed house, to Moms, to trailer, to insanity, that exhasuted my body enought to give into something. Either way I went straight to Doctors for a throat swab thinking it was Strep Throat; it was going around LOs school at the time. Got some antibiotics before the test results and went on my sick sucky way. 

I get some crazy headaches comparable to delivering twins no epidural through the sides of my head, with a weight the size of the old Coyote cartoons that used to drop on heads every episode; couldnt see, couldnt walk, couldnt talk. Headed to the doctors office whom called ahead to book me into hospital where I headed with TEEN next. All the while LO is at ‘school’ knowing non of this is happening. TEEN calls Mom who remember ‘doesnt enjoy her summer having us in her living space’ LMAO who now has to pick up and be Mom for God knows how long, right away, and make it to see God knows what’s going on in my head. My Mom doesnt prepare for sickness well. Always thinks I am over-reacting. But, I dont get sick. Shows up, just in time for me to get some pain meds (which arent provinding any relief at all), send TEEN home to her house; and jump into emergency ambulance ride to another hospital for a Cat Scan (of my pounding head)! I am in quarantine cuz there’s infection in blood, they just dont know what it is. 

After Cat Scan I get to have an Epidural! lol Actually, its abbreviated an LP Lumbar Puncture. LP is when they curve your spin, while awake, freeze your back, then freeze the nerves in your back somehow, puncture an enormous thick needle between two discs in lower back, to remove and test a persons Spinal Fluid. FUN! Spinal Fluid is sterile. That and Urine, I was informed. I guessed that’s why the ancients used urine as tooth paste apparently. Mine looked sterile, free from sightly bacteria, however further testing that day revealed White T Cells. Means infection. But, of what type:  A-Bacterial or B-Viral Praying for viral my mother went home and I was left feeling to die while giving birth through the brain. Not one drop of Morphine brought relief. I was curled up in a ball almost falling everytime I had to get up to use bathroom. Quaranteed, so no nurse even wanted anything to do with me, accept to poke, prod, and steal my blood for 2 long days and nights. We were told as soon as tests came back it was a Viral Menigitis. WOW! HAPPY CAMPER! No, I really was because if it was the Bacterial kind, there’s much higher risks of losing limbs and can even be fatal. The blessings rolled in from there on in. 

Finally, on the third day doctor came in changed pain meds, I found relief and next day was sent home… but after only 4 days and nights total for unworthy contractors, insurance companies and landlords to figure out when we’d have our home back…where was home to be. Thank God again, the second my Mom brought my iPhone, I sent landlord a message stating in hospital, get it done, I need my home asap. Period. And I truly at that point wouldve camped out in his families front yard had the work not of progressed as quickly (funny hey!y) as it did after that! Within two days we had our apartment repaired and painted, all accept for the laminate flooring throughout the main rooms laid

Ok, so here we are caught up to today. I am actually relaxing outdoors awating the arrival of the flooring guys, who’ve already tried to cancel once, just finished packing for a two day vacation away at you guessed it:  A friends parents TRAILER LMAO! Her parents heard our story and decided to book the rental trailer in their park for us, as a vacation for our last long weekend of Summer Vacation, of course. Like I haven’t seen enough of the inside of a trailer this year. Super grateful nonetheless though.

Their trailer park has 2 pools, a lake, and a beach. Great because LO has been asking to swim in a real pool forever. Cuz the neighbours ‘little’ pool is “not a real pool” according to her LMAO. She did have some amazing time swimming there, usually alone though, because of the temperature lol. My LO is a trooper and a teacher of strength and bravery for even me.

THERE, now that you are aware of our shitty summer OH SHIT–I Forgot to mention!

THAT “shit” word, is actually quite accurate. To sum up the reason for the flood, which I am sure you’re wondering about. Well, it had to be written on the insurance papers because, they have to include a “cause“:

The world’s largest feces, jammed in the tank of a low flush toilet

That was the exact cause…YES, even included photos in the claim. Even grosser still, since living with these wimpy-water-money-saving ‘low-flush-toilet systems (I totally appreciate that ok), I have had to train my children in the ‘How To Low-Flush Rules’ of our bathroom. Obviously the unawareness of our nightmare
neighbour hasn’t had experience with these rules. I pray she will remember them now. Seriously. These incidents happen often with the low-flush tanks.

From now on, I promise you no more shitty posts! We have learned much! I had many different personal experience epiphany’s I look forward to sharing with you for the next few posts. Enough with this shit. And just in case you were wondering, we’re all good now. We are excitedly relieved to be back in our home. We have moved forward.

I will be writing my next update post immediately after this one, to share some insight we gained through all of this.

Thanks for sticking around and having a read. I look forward to having the time now to read all about your summers. If you stopped by, you might as well leave me a link in the comments below so I can visit OK!?

Thanks, Your WP Friend/Family,
JayNine xo

Lessons while Driving

Each and every time, without fail, that I get the opportunity to drive any friends car, alone, without the children, on a nice day (or not); I cannot help but do a few of the following:

* HONK at cows!
A MUST!are you kidding me! They are the coolest creatures on earth and have a great life. Stand, sit, lye, eat, sleep, Repeat. If I believed in re-incarnation, I’d want to be a cow. (but, not one that would be harmed…) I’d have a bunch of fabulous buddies, hangin in the feilds, chewin complainin chatin, moooo’in; maxin and relaxin. Really! Feed me lots, and let me roam. Having already had, the opportunity to feel like a “milked” cow during breast feeding; I am not sure I’d mind that part very much either! Seriously, HONK AT A COW the next time you see a bunch on a country drive: WATCH their reaction! They really appreciate it!

** SING!
ooohh no, not just sing a tune here and there! I talking half way out the window like a dog on a hot day SING. Like in EVERY video of Mariah Carey type: hair stickin to my poppin lip gloss, beltin it out fearlessly–like I THINK I can actually sing. I cannot sing to save my own life but, I do it anyways!
What I enjoy most is the reactions I get from passerby folks or at the lights. Strangers starring. I just pretend I cannot see their faces. Holding a straight face is a difficult game. Some sing along, give a wave, look at me like I have 3 heads–doesnt change my tone. It is thee only place I know I wont see these people again.
TIP: Epecially fun when driving out of your own town.

*** PRAY:
Praying in a vehicle for me reminds me of when I first got ‘clean and sober’ 7+ years ago and ‘re-found God’ (whom had never left, another post..). There was once of these anonymous ‘poems’ or encouraging writings by someone just circulating around at the time with the suggestion: “..when in doubt, talk to the Empty Chair”. It was some kind of representation for sitting across a seat speaking to Jesus. I LOVED THAT idea, and in fact I used it often. In a vehicle is where I get that opportunity again. A reminder of the fresh newly renewed adoration I had for God that I had back then. I believed then, at any given moment I didn’t ask God to ‘be with me’ that I would die or relapse. “..And to relapse was to die anyway, that is just how it was for us (me)” … Which brings me straight into my next MUST and DRIVE:

*** CRY like a baby:
YEP, drive and cry. Pullover if it’s real bad even. I will cry to any song that has touching words. The beat or tempo has no meaning to me (unless its crap).
I CRY uncontrollably each and every single time I get to drive a friends car. It’s almost pathetic.

LIST OF CRYING SONGS:
“Christmas Shoes” seriously, don’t even try NOT to cry listening to that.
— “Livin On A Prayer” by Bon Jovi
(Original Version is nothing compared to live!)that’s another one of those ‘early sobriety songs’ for me.

TODAY, specifically THIS song HIT me in the HEART:

These are the words. No matter what “Genre” you care for, this song spoke to my core. The ‘humane being’ in me.
I don’t expect you to like it. agree with it…even listen to the words.
This was my moment today. In my experience, this was the uncontrollable cry for me today in particular.
(Here is the link to the words to read of the song.)

I can barely put into words what I felt inside today. About myself. About life. About people I knew. About humanity at it’s worst and it’s best. It. Just. Hit. Me. Hard. link to YouTube.
Close Your Eyes and Imagine Your Children.

I have never heard this before.
It’s an old one: According to my teen.
Take a listen here; or read the words.

THE LAST Song was: “People Like Us” by Kelly Clarkson I have never heard before. In the moment I needed an upbeat song! It fit the bill and I pretended to know the words as I sang….(listen or watch video below)
Instantly, I started thinking of my WordPress Family and friends. All of you! I don’t have time to list you all. Besides, you know who you all are. Not picking favs but a must mention Sista feels like an extended missing family member!

Driving lesson for today:
LISTEN, drive safe, pray, smile, laugh, have fun —
and SING REALLY LOUD when you drive!!!

What crazy stuff do you do while driving? Have you seen anyone like me drive near you? What is your first thought or reaction? Share your Comment below! We all love to hear them!

See ya’s later My Herd,
JayNine xox

So Much for History

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Another attempt at a homeschooling lesson this one about
History–looks like the Lesson was for Mom!

I learned:
Everyday I want it to be a Lesson day, its not always going to be, a Lesson day.
Every moment of lesson is playtime.
Everyday I think I taught her, I learn “Herstory” … I learn a little more of my-story.

Every idea I have is not going to work perfectly.
I am not in control every minute.
I Learned I like to not be in control every minute: I can let go and learn more that way.
Just because Im not teaching, doesn’t mean shes not learning.
I love watching my daughter play.
I love watching her learn at play.
Every time we play, I learn more about my daughter.
Every time we play, I learn about myself.

And just when I think I know–I learn that I have much to learn.

What an open-minded happy place to be!
Willing to learn, leaves me open to new experiences…with my-self, my children; my life…
How Blessed are we to be free to learn.
How Blessed are we to be learning with God, Everyday.
I ask God that He always make me willing to learn.

Have a

    Happy Easter

all,
JayNine;)


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