tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6901383103326771622011-07-08T05:42:29.720-07:00JJnoreply@blogger.comBlogger31100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-690138310332677162.post-70046090032824842482010-03-10T10:17:00.000-08:002010-03-10T10:19:33.688-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R_j0eMVQ4LQ/S5fisGvT2BI/AAAAAAAAAG4/O321_BuKwOQ/s1600-h/jensen.pickcol.v3.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R_j0eMVQ4LQ/S5fisGvT2BI/AAAAAAAAAG4/O321_BuKwOQ/s320/jensen.pickcol.v3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447071521679071250" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">This is a shot I took for the color red. I had fun taking this one, and I like the style. </span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/690138310332677162-7004609003282484248?l=adventuresofjensen.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>JJnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-690138310332677162.post-2457561696055313902009-09-29T22:34:00.000-07:002009-09-29T22:42:14.327-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R_j0eMVQ4LQ/SsLvp3bP8wI/AAAAAAAAAGw/v40g4vzgWq0/s1600-h/IMG_1039.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387131606820451074" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R_j0eMVQ4LQ/SsLvp3bP8wI/AAAAAAAAAGw/v40g4vzgWq0/s320/IMG_1039.JPG" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:courier new;">I had the privilege of taking my brothers senior picture this evening. Its funny how I always think of him as my little brother, yet he's not so little anymore. Speaking literally, he's quite big. But in life he isn't so little either. He is becoming a fine young man. I am proud of him. I am proud of who he is, and who he is striving to be. I look forward to seeing where he will choose to go in life, wherever that may be. And, I can't wait to be there every step of the way. Love you buddy! </span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/690138310332677162-245756169605531390?l=adventuresofjensen.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>JJnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-690138310332677162.post-48407108665633426662007-08-04T18:42:00.001-07:002007-08-04T18:47:48.904-07:00<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">I</span><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"> talked to my mom on the phone today and i just want to take a minute and give some love to her. If it wasn't for my mom I would be lost. She is one of my heros. She has held it together through a lot of tough things, and she is so strong because of it. I love her so much. Thanks Mom, for helping make me who I am today. I'm proud to be your daughter. Very Proud. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095026559082991426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_R_j0eMVQ4LQ/RrUrqS9Sj0I/AAAAAAAAAA8/RUryrhK4AgU/s320/mom+and+me.jpg" border="0" /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/690138310332677162-4840710866563342666?l=adventuresofjensen.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>JJnoreply@blogger.com0