tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-60225765316229106322024-03-20T16:59:37.268-07:00Around The White HouseJana Whitehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07913084144384627785noreply@blogger.comBlogger59125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6022576531622910632.post-39087690218832130912011-05-18T17:48:00.000-07:002011-05-18T17:48:26.075-07:00Homemade Biscotti<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFEyL048G6zRUP-yHnCeD_mmwt7C7tE2dGM-uvAbjvpFb0SNVZTGFVeCPYOX55Nfd1_8VydzuNzR1_6wyGgD0VAYlHjx9yK4yOn-WuCjMpK-Sb6KhFca5Di_cHb-yww8XzQmB8iO5NXoU/s1600/Biscotti_1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFEyL048G6zRUP-yHnCeD_mmwt7C7tE2dGM-uvAbjvpFb0SNVZTGFVeCPYOX55Nfd1_8VydzuNzR1_6wyGgD0VAYlHjx9yK4yOn-WuCjMpK-Sb6KhFca5Di_cHb-yww8XzQmB8iO5NXoU/s400/Biscotti_1.jpg" width="334" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Is there anything better than a cup of freshly ground Kona coffee and homemade biscotti for breakfast?! One of my friends sent me this wonderful recipe for biscotti. The adorable tea towel was apart of my Valentine's Day gift from my hubby. It's from a great vintage shop, <a href="http://www.house8810.com:80/Browse.aspx">House 8810</a>. Enjoy!</div><br />
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Ingredients<br />
2 cups all purpose flower<br />
1 1/2 teaspoons of baking powder<br />
1/2 teaspoon of salt<br />
3/4 cup unsalted butter at room temp<br />
3/4 cup of sugar<br />
2 large eggs<br />
1/2 teaspoon of vanilla extract <br />
1/2 teaspoon of almond extract<br />
1 cup of almonds/ of hazelnuts/ or pecans<br />
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oven 350.<br />
1. mix flour,salt, baking powder = sift together<br />
2. another bowl mix butter and sugar then add eggs and vanilla and almond until completely incorporated<br />
3. after liquids are mixed slowly add the flower mixture<br />
4. Then add the nuts<br />
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Divide the dough in half in log form on a pan with parchment paper. (so you have two 10 by 2 1/2 inch logs) leave 4 inched in between. <br />
Bake for 17-20min until edges are golden brown and it is firm.<br />
Let logs stand and cool for 10min<br />
Then using a serrated knife slice into the biscotti shape.<br />
Place slices cut side down and then bake till outside is golden brown 20min.<br />
Let them cool 30min before icing (I melted a small bag of semi-sweet chocolate chips and sprinkled with finely chopped pecans)Jana Whitehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07913084144384627785noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6022576531622910632.post-17964740408145035102011-04-22T16:14:00.000-07:002011-04-22T16:14:04.690-07:00Easter Joy!Wow...it's been about 6 months since I last blogged! The title to this post is special in two ways: #1. It's almost Easter...#2. It bears the name of a particular person who <s>berated</s> encouraged me to make a post (sorry Steve, Joy's name was easier work with). It's been a great and busy 6 months.<br />
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We had our first house guest from the states, my college roommate Natasha. She came to Okinawa to celebrate Christmas and New Years with the Whites and it was an amazing trip! Robert went to Thailand for an exercise and completed a 7 week school called Sgts Course. I was able to go back to Texas and be a bridesmaid in my best friend, Ashlee's wedding and be there for the birth of baby Jonathan, my best friend Rebecca's little boy. I got to be a part of numerous other events and do tons of photo shoots. It was a great trip! But now I'm back in Okinawa and getting into the swing of things. And Sunday is EASTER! The day that we celebrate our Lord and Savior rising from the dead and saving all of us.<br />
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If you're like me and didn't have much time to get Easter decorations together, I have a very simple craft for you!<br />
All you need is:<br />
Eggs<br />
Sharpies<br />
And a little bit of patience<br />
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I found these on another blog, which I can't remember off the top of my head, I think they called them "doodle eggs." All you have to do is blow the yolk out of the eggs, so you're working with it completely hollow and dry. They get out your favorite Sharpies and get to work and this is what you can create:<br />
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</div>Enjoy! And have a Happy Easter!Jana Whitehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07913084144384627785noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6022576531622910632.post-47833525763439131372010-10-18T20:24:00.000-07:002010-10-18T20:24:55.002-07:002 Years in Numbers<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiD8oiYdMDP2V9c2i-jiYCrAqw4TF0TDAQ6pMii1qaftV1snWQVCz2RjGVBNKIhmPcqaYa10drVOSnuYYH_7BlOCOFfn4GZHnROzAQ8Qzdl1Vhxxyz_i1-c-UjewIWrhD3hMozbdsXMet8/s1600/RandJ_1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiD8oiYdMDP2V9c2i-jiYCrAqw4TF0TDAQ6pMii1qaftV1snWQVCz2RjGVBNKIhmPcqaYa10drVOSnuYYH_7BlOCOFfn4GZHnROzAQ8Qzdl1Vhxxyz_i1-c-UjewIWrhD3hMozbdsXMet8/s400/RandJ_1.jpg" style="cursor: move;" width="257" /></a><br />
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The other day Robert and I were talking about all the numbers that have been involved in the past 2 years of our marriage and between the two of us, this is what we came up with....<br />
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2 years of marriage (obviously)<br />
1 name change<br />
4 telephone numbers<br />
3 moves (all technically overseas)<br />
12 flights (4 were together)<br />
4 addresses<br />
5.5 months apart (not too shabby for a military couple)<br />
4 major road trips<br />
8,000+ miles covered on those road trips<br />
2 trains rides<br />
1 massive snow storm survived<br />
16 inches of snow during that storm<br />
7 hours spent driving 45 miles during that horrible snow storm<br />
1 typhoon<br />
2 earthquakes<br />
1 boat ride<br />
7 countries visited<br />
16 states visited<br />
1 re-enlistment<br />
1 promotion<br />
6 different jobs (oh the life of a Marine spouse)<br />
2 churches<br />
6 visits from friends and family<br />
5 weddings attended<br />
6 different living arrangements<br />
10 gallons of paint used on our walls<br />
2 front row seats to David Letterman on Robert's birthday<br />
1 trip to Disney World<br />
2 cars sold<br />
2 foreign cars purchased<br />
3 new passports<br />
20,675 miles covered by military moves<br />
Countless new friends<br />
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</div>Love you baby! No place I'd rather be than with you!Jana Whitehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07913084144384627785noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6022576531622910632.post-15228050359929006322010-10-05T18:11:00.000-07:002010-10-05T18:11:59.053-07:00All Month Long<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2MCdLGvfb9rTYbBdUeew-KY4XIX4KiGezy-xezDxqHEuEoBRUT45NT6TNCDbVzqXqYKGON7yAXrNfrg-ga2AZDfo441XePl99qsQ2LOCaNjXB3O5LjSBPMuHOXxHLu5X7K0S5Og1ul2E/s1600/PINK.jpg" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2MCdLGvfb9rTYbBdUeew-KY4XIX4KiGezy-xezDxqHEuEoBRUT45NT6TNCDbVzqXqYKGON7yAXrNfrg-ga2AZDfo441XePl99qsQ2LOCaNjXB3O5LjSBPMuHOXxHLu5X7K0S5Og1ul2E/s1600/PINK.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
It's October! This is a great month because it contains our anniversary, fall is here (well sort of...we do live in a tropical climate, let's just say there's been a cooler breeze lately), pumpkins are in season, and.....it's Breast Cancer Awareness Month! My sister-in-law Jamie is a breast cancer survivor, if you've never visited her <a href="http://jamiewhite.wordpress.com/">blog</a> you should check it out. I bought these pink shoes from Target to do my part in wearing pink all month long...I know, I know huge sacrifice on my part, but I do what I can! Have a great month! I have tons of things to post.Jana Whitehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07913084144384627785noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6022576531622910632.post-72715145413635460612010-08-24T19:07:00.000-07:002010-08-24T19:07:17.120-07:00Back In the Saddle<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: auto;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifihL22LrHI5hzMzQNw49kkRQHioVZyTjZW3cPhwR9VutMIH-V6QZ-SC216l9QZeUS980emwoUGfinCrQXEGtwZdAu5cjTxn1U0B4lmPhQkTVxZeba-8DfgGohXkn1g8-Jp-KvIL9M80s/s1600/Dinner_1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifihL22LrHI5hzMzQNw49kkRQHioVZyTjZW3cPhwR9VutMIH-V6QZ-SC216l9QZeUS980emwoUGfinCrQXEGtwZdAu5cjTxn1U0B4lmPhQkTVxZeba-8DfgGohXkn1g8-Jp-KvIL9M80s/s400/Dinner_1.jpg" width="266" /></a></div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I thought I'd stick with the music theme since that's what my last two posts have been about. We're finally getting back into the swing of things. It's been a whirlwind since Robert arrived home. I've started teaching for UMUC (University of Maryland University College...if I could use one word to describe this name it would have to be redundant :D) on Kadena Air Station here in Okinawa. I absolutely love it but I designed the entire class from scratch so it's been quite a bit of work. Enough about all that...one of the first things we did when Robert got home was through a big ol party.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">This was our appetizer...Marinated Cheese! Sounds kind of crazy, but it tastes delicious..it was a big hit. Here's the <a href="http://find.myrecipes.com/recipes/recipefinder.dyn?action=displayRecipe&recipe_id=1536743">recipe</a>. I'll be honest and admit that when I'm running a little behind I marinate it in Italian dressing marinade and add pimientos on top. I served it with sliced and toasted french baguettes, lightly seasoned with balsamic vinegar, garlic, and rosemary.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">We also had shrimp etouffee and gumbo, two of Robert's favorites...can you tell he was born in Louisiana? As you can see, Tony Chachere's is a staple in our house and I can honestly say that everything I've put it on has been great: chicken, eggs, fish, beef, bratwurst, mac & cheese, fries, crackers...you get the general idea. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Above is the shrimp etouffee which I cooked the night before in our giant cast iron dutch oven (pictured below). Our cast iron pot was a present from Robert's parents. As each one of our friends came in for dinner that night almost everyone of the said...wow, that is one huge pot! Huge thanks to in-laws for such impressive cookware. :D</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: left;">We had about 15 people over for dinner which was a fabulous way to break in our brand....new.....TABLE!!! (as I was typing I definitely said that last line like I was Bob Barker). </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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<div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">This song came on my Pandora this morning and I decided to look up the music video and I couldn't help but smile...love it! Maybe because he calls her "baby girl" and that's what Robert calls me or maybe because it say's "i love you" a million times, maybe because the lyrics, "my momma told me don't lose you 'cause the best luck I had was you" make me think of Robert's mom setting us up, maybe because all the people in the video dance a hundred times better than I do...or maybe it's all those things! Enjoy...</div>Jana Whitehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07913084144384627785noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6022576531622910632.post-55356999249836677512010-07-15T05:18:00.000-07:002010-07-15T05:18:20.653-07:00No Sew Curtains Under $15!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjK7d_mnaMBm3dXqHr-QfhyphenhyphenGoeZ3XHB9kA0sKtdMOztO_QQMNNwfQmQ_skkFeOZ9_TwB-G8Ax3NgGJPb5Yknc4WMXd-EFADHYQBAOZB_3sNH5h8jhlLkAHmneWf7gSEb730pTkxOz5ivTU/s1600/kitchen.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="267" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjK7d_mnaMBm3dXqHr-QfhyphenhyphenGoeZ3XHB9kA0sKtdMOztO_QQMNNwfQmQ_skkFeOZ9_TwB-G8Ax3NgGJPb5Yknc4WMXd-EFADHYQBAOZB_3sNH5h8jhlLkAHmneWf7gSEb730pTkxOz5ivTU/s400/kitchen.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I recently got a box of goodies from my parents and memom and in that box was yards upon yards of the most beautiful lace. Memom had cleaned out some of her old scraps and kindly decided to ship it to me!!! I was like a fat kid in a candy shop opening that box, ogling over all the beautiful material and thinking about what I could do with it. As you can see it was put to good use on a cost effective/much needed window treatment. I spend a good amount of time in the kitchen and I was getting tired of looking out this drab window that made me feel like I was in an institution. Don't get me wrong I'm thankful for this heavy duty beast of a window considering we've had two earth quakes since I've been here and we're currently in typhoon season, but it definitely needed a feminine touch.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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One of the many great things about Okinawa is the elaborate pedicures! They're amazing and last about 90 minutes. You drink some of the best iced tea I've ever had (if you're from Kaufman, it ranks up there with the Tea Room's lemonade tea). It's so relaxing and as you can see the nail art is out of this world! I always try my best not to move or laugh when they start with the detailed painting...you should see the amount of paint they have! I'm so looking forward to friends and family coming to visit and getting pedicures! Enjoy :DJana Whitehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07913084144384627785noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6022576531622910632.post-29356330183367507982010-07-07T01:26:00.000-07:002010-07-07T01:26:41.978-07:00What's for dinner?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgF0v_3-7bjLZhc3iMn81aeDiOTkkfY_rIR9q8ZKQRPwFH_enT5Jb_DTEWgeU41mCFMZYXMeQ0ZaMOOjpOERHKEikHqQGA7oZzt_lbmkhdxk4KyPDf3aQaBwbDHfhwnTf6bHXn0Rf_AtMQ/s1600/whatsfordinner_2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgF0v_3-7bjLZhc3iMn81aeDiOTkkfY_rIR9q8ZKQRPwFH_enT5Jb_DTEWgeU41mCFMZYXMeQ0ZaMOOjpOERHKEikHqQGA7oZzt_lbmkhdxk4KyPDf3aQaBwbDHfhwnTf6bHXn0Rf_AtMQ/s400/whatsfordinner_2.jpg" width="267" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">With Robert's arrival less than a month away, I've been thinking about several things that are going to change when he gets home. I'll have to stop watching movies on my laptop in bed every night, I'll also have to start sleeping on my side of the bed, and a big one is the cooking. I definitely cook less and smaller portions when he's not around. I've never been great at planning out meals for the week, but this is my crafty attempt at making it more fun!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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If you would like to create one of these it's really simple. The picture frame is an 8x10. I will actually email you the design I created and you can print out your own! It prints out as 8.5x11 and you just have to trim it down. All I ask is that you follow my blog and shoot me a quick email or facebook message and I'll get a high resolution file of the What's For Dinner Planner to you! Enjoy...Jana Whitehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07913084144384627785noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6022576531622910632.post-68839396555820644032010-07-02T19:41:00.000-07:002010-07-02T19:41:48.352-07:00Easy Peasy Lemon Squeezy!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFlw10C5igdChIqRmCjUPonFW3NvAv8lZ_nM_7pqRQqDrmUrQuDW4bOBE5K_GVGQLTObVMsMs-WsLBefohaJtOIxUaXmgfrEL3gw0kG4o82Gg7EJy7lp2EkeEfqgF2vBJHrManRkyIu4c/s1600/office.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFlw10C5igdChIqRmCjUPonFW3NvAv8lZ_nM_7pqRQqDrmUrQuDW4bOBE5K_GVGQLTObVMsMs-WsLBefohaJtOIxUaXmgfrEL3gw0kG4o82Gg7EJy7lp2EkeEfqgF2vBJHrManRkyIu4c/s400/office.jpg" width="267" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">No this post has nothing to do with peas or lemons or squeezing really, but I saw that phrase on another blog this week and it's been stuck in my head! This post does involve the word easy. Above is my desk area in our office/extra guest room/craft room. I love this area of our house, which I guess is a good thing since I spend a great deal of time here. I think it's important to have a cozy area like this especially when you work from home! The newest addition to this wall is my to do list.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Yes, I put notebook paper as my background...I like straight lines when writing and if I don't have them my words always drift upward.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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I wanted a little extra punch of color so I added this cut out from some amazing scrapbook paper I got from my sister-in-law...thanks Jamie...I love it!<br />
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Also some other fun facts about my desk: Starting on the left, that's a picture my three best friends from my wedding day, given to me by one of them. The framed flower is a watercolor painting that Robert picked up for me while we were engaged in all his worldly travels. The orange wire folder holder is from my great grandparent's old grocery store...thanks memom! Last but not least is my Starbuck's city mug from Pattaya...thanks amazing hubby! By the way I collect these mugs :D (cough, cough)<br />
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So there you go...easy peasy lemon squeezy. Enjoy...Jana Whitehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07913084144384627785noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6022576531622910632.post-33604391675452510732010-06-25T19:16:00.000-07:002010-06-25T19:16:15.047-07:00Sweet Gifts<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwHToDe7pNqk6_6Bn-FxRgL5Tj8aKM1kAVAMpDLRMjbdIPGtHcWJ9RTKVQof1M-jgnXW2vjzRWzEFELGpM7h1ets4eXGoS8ldv584QwKBfB2uFLNPFarEAhqpinfP0l2q3zHsacPHOvmw/s1600/robertvisitsoki_1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwHToDe7pNqk6_6Bn-FxRgL5Tj8aKM1kAVAMpDLRMjbdIPGtHcWJ9RTKVQof1M-jgnXW2vjzRWzEFELGpM7h1ets4eXGoS8ldv584QwKBfB2uFLNPFarEAhqpinfP0l2q3zHsacPHOvmw/s400/robertvisitsoki_1.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">A few days before Robert arrived home for his little visit, I received the most beautiful gift in the mail from his Grandmommy! She's a potter and had made us these fabulous mugs. The back of them say Okinawa 2010. I'll have to post some close ups later. Robert used to have a mug similar to the one in the picture but it broke in the move to Okinawa. Thank you Grandmommy for your sweet gift, it made my day! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">As you can see, I convinced my husband to snap a few photos before he left. He had a little time after he went in to work that morning and before he had to head back to the ship. Thanks baby for always being so great to me! We had a wonderful time while he was home. Every time we're separated for a significant amount of time, no matter how long or how far, it just confirms that I definitely married my best friend!!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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As Father's Day is coming to an end in Okinawa and just beginning back in the States, I've had a lot of time to think about my dad today. I'm so very thankful for his influence in my life for so many reasons.<br />
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Thank you Dad for:<br />
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<ul><li>Loving me</li>
<li>Tucking me in at night</li>
<li>Checking for monsters under the bed</li>
<li>Waking up in the middle of the night when I thought the monsters came back</li>
<li>Piggy back rides to the breakfast table</li>
<li>Never being too busy</li>
<li>Making Jay put back the covers that he had stolen off of me during nap time :D</li>
<li>Taking us to pep rallies on Friday</li>
<li>Apologizing when you made a mistake (ie: the pencil incident) </li>
<li>Curling my hair even though I'm pretty sure you ended up w/2nd degree burns</li>
<li>Putting my hair in a perfectly slicked back ponytail</li>
<li>Being my third base coach in softball</li>
<li>Buying me and all my friends ice cream when you came to have lunch w/me in elementary school</li>
<li>Always encouraging me in my endeavors</li>
<li>Leaving meetings at work early to make my volleyball games</li>
<li>Constantly telling me you were proud of me</li>
<li>Meeting me for coffee at the local Starbucks in college</li>
<li>Lunch dates at Angelo's</li>
<li>Always listening</li>
<li>Taking my phone calls during staff meeting</li>
<li>Having a great sense of humor </li>
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The list could go on and on, but thank you most of all for the Godly example you set for Jay and I. You have taught me so me things, but of all of them I think that's the most important. You were always the same person at home as your were in pulpit on Sunday mornings and I think that's a rare thing. Thank you for making life choices that I don't think many people would have made and trusting God to become the incredible father that you are. I love you very much and am so proud to call you Dad! I'm proud of you...you're doing good stuff. :D<br />
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Happy Father's Day from Oki!Jana Whitehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07913084144384627785noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6022576531622910632.post-51256281684427520692010-06-16T19:53:00.000-07:002010-06-16T19:53:42.550-07:00Finishing Touches Are For the Birds!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9uEHDIOpwRY5MfnYAK4HEoO6liw-12bxZDb_DvzT0QDKj0cy__m3K56eaLyoZhRzciQwJgxteJtPr-HCFPbHBtxvSOoiyTrH08OMHa6mNd8xtVm3UTDQ3ZbSJx4Zd6or6zweG4YDBaWs/s1600/bedroom.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="337" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9uEHDIOpwRY5MfnYAK4HEoO6liw-12bxZDb_DvzT0QDKj0cy__m3K56eaLyoZhRzciQwJgxteJtPr-HCFPbHBtxvSOoiyTrH08OMHa6mNd8xtVm3UTDQ3ZbSJx4Zd6or6zweG4YDBaWs/s400/bedroom.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />
I'm approaching the 4 month mark of living in Okinawa! I was teasing Robert the other day that by the time he got back I would have been here longer without him than with him...haha! I think that's the story of many wives here on the island (or any base), except their time encompasses much more than mine. In those four months, I have been quite busy making our <span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: line-through;">house</span> apartment a home. If you know me pretty well, you know that I constantly add or rearrange things until I'm satisfied. There's no such thing as finishing touches in my book, but I think I'm getting close!<br />
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I finally have our bedroom <span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: line-through;">exactly</span> almost how I want it. It took awhile and I still have a few things left...like that open wall to the right of bed, I'm thinking a collage of random frames filled with photos and random art...I let you know how it turns out. I still have a full length mirror that looks very blah and needs to be hung somewhere, I keep putting it off....oops. After all the work on the bedroom one of my favorite things about it are the birds.<br />
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In reality I hate birds. I have extremely bad luck when it comes to them. Seriously, three stories come to mind...<br />
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Exhibit A: I have been pooped on three times...all of those instances it got in my hair. One of the times I was actually running...that's efficient aim if you ask me!<br />
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Exhibit B: I've also been attacked...seriously. When I was in college working on campus over the summer, a bird swooped down at my head and it must have had some depth perception problem or it was extremely vindictive because its little claw got caught all in my hair. I was in an outdoor stairwell screaming my head off and throwing all the files I had in my hand everywhere. I don't know who was more freaked out me or the bird or the person walking up the stairs...probably the latter of the three.<br />
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Exhibit C: I also ran into a peacock in Hawaii, literally turned around ran right into it. I said I was sorry and made my way to the bathroom. When I opened my stall to go wash my hands it was standing right in front on my stall. Even though I insisted it, "shoo! shooo!" it didn't budge. So I settled for instant hand sanitizer and ran out of that bathroom. Poor Robert had no clue why I was so freaked out. When I explained the peacock followed me into the bathroom and was taunting me, he probably thought I'd been out in the sun too long that day.<br />
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As you can see, birds and I have never quite figured out how to coexist in peace on this very large earth. Even though in reality we have a mutual hate for each other, I just love the way their silhouettes look on my walls. I am quite proud of how they turned out!<br />
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</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqzx5BVDPEUZxcYhh8WZ5bYBMmVvxaOw49f_1Q1avr4qowudI8aNiaAU-8MV8RAL2cz00rmocX_Cuik2qbs57c69iTkMC3xHJGtSOqjDORoFFV_auDHFbSg6Dfdx0nImTtfdPQI5VuMrw/s1600/bedroom.jpg_3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqzx5BVDPEUZxcYhh8WZ5bYBMmVvxaOw49f_1Q1avr4qowudI8aNiaAU-8MV8RAL2cz00rmocX_Cuik2qbs57c69iTkMC3xHJGtSOqjDORoFFV_auDHFbSg6Dfdx0nImTtfdPQI5VuMrw/s640/bedroom.jpg_3.jpg" width="425" /></a>Jana Whitehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07913084144384627785noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6022576531622910632.post-13371437676802667852010-06-08T18:12:00.000-07:002010-06-08T18:12:30.688-07:00Deployments and High School Dating<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjV_Ga1hsh3apV73fEKv9PKr1PN0ZRQyRz1RCV3bpWYKaZT9ALFT9UL1SDwHSAW5HaSJRzyD5VCNs7iz-ZjqybrRheL_WrEhIXQEGu3qvxS_nhCV5-jXRrcrZpitAsiMeYfe7KAMOa1cM0/s1600/MillerSullivanWhiteFamily_38.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjV_Ga1hsh3apV73fEKv9PKr1PN0ZRQyRz1RCV3bpWYKaZT9ALFT9UL1SDwHSAW5HaSJRzyD5VCNs7iz-ZjqybrRheL_WrEhIXQEGu3qvxS_nhCV5-jXRrcrZpitAsiMeYfe7KAMOa1cM0/s320/MillerSullivanWhiteFamily_38.jpg" width="213" /></a></div>Last night in a moment of weakness I sprayed my husband's cologne on my pillow. I opened the medicine cabinet/bathroom mirror to do my nightly routine (wash, moisturize, brush, floss, rinse, etc) and there it stood, his signature scent. I thought back to when we were dating and I would send him a shirt with my perfume on it sealed in a plastic baggy (gag...i know). My only excuse is that we were thousands of miles apart and were lucky to see each other once every six months (I didn't say it was a good excuse). So I did the unthinkable...yes...I took that cologne and sprayed it on my pillow. As I was lying there surrounded by his smell and wishing I hadn't been so generous with the amount I had sprayed (cough, cough), it hit me...our deployment relationship has so many similarities to dating...even high school dating. Maybe I'm the only one, I'm not sure but the parallels kept coming to me one after another as I flipped the pillow over to try and weaken the smell. Here's a few things that I couldn't help but laugh about:<br />
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1. Any little reminder of them can brighten your day or bring you to tears<br />
2. You name drop...you can't help it, it's like word vomit. Everything makes you think of him. Case and point, my last few weeks have sounded like this, "Oh ROBERT loves this dessert!" "ROBERT is so good at this game, he's just a natural." "This is ROBERT'S favorite book." You get the idea.<br />
3. If/when you get a phone call from him, excitement flows.<br />
4. If/when you miss a phone call him, you are so mad at yourself for not having you phone on you 24/7, even if you were in the shower it's not excuse and you add a waterproof phone case to the shopping list.<br />
5. Your phone conversations may only last 5 minutes but your emails/letters are epic novels.<br />
6. You go to bed thinking of them every night.<br />
7. You do the craziest things to remind yourself of them, sleep in their tshirts, spray their cologne on your pillow, or make their favorite foods.<br />
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Like I said before, maybe this is just me, but I couldn't help but notice what was right in front of me last night. Your deployment relationship is so different that your actual relationship. The before-mentioned list was meant to be somewhat entertaining, but in all seriousness I'm realizing the challenges that this can bring. You go from being independent and having your own schedule to having this person who was absent for the last (insert number) months thrown back into your daily life. We don't even have children, so I can't imagine how much it impacts your life when you have that in the mix. I guess what I am learning is that it's all a balance and you must above all things be flexible.<br />
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Also, you must cling to the positive. I know that when my husband comes home I will be so much more thankful for him than when he left. I know that even though it will cause an adjustment to my routine, I'll be grateful to have my best friend back. And I know even though our time apart isn't easy, it's a time that I've been given to grow. I can choose to rely on myself or others for comfort or I can choose to rely on my Heavenly Father. I think sometimes I forget how much I can choose in this life. I will choose to be positive and thankful. I will control what I can, and that's my attitude and my daily habits. After all, I did choose to be a Marine's wife and I'm so thankful that I did!<br />
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Jana Whitehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07913084144384627785noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6022576531622910632.post-65934667703529473422010-06-03T20:14:00.000-07:002010-06-04T00:28:55.564-07:00Sweet IronyWARNING: This blog post will contain at least three stories to tell one story. The good news is there's an interesting tid bit at the end!<br />
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Story #1: Robertisms:<br />
My lovely husband has some Robertisms that he's aquired over the years. A few examples would be:<br />
A. "Control your offspring" whenever we see an insane child reeking havoc, it never fails that he will say this under his breath...if I'm lucky...sometimes it a little louder. Movie theaters have been a great source for this Robertism.<br />
B. "Liars go to hell" I'll never forget sitting in our current church here in Oki, it was probably our 2nd or 3rd week there and our pastor used this phrase. Robert grabbed my leg and looked at me wide-eyed and grinning ear to ear and said, "I like him!" It took everything with in me not to bust out laughing in the middle of the sermon.<br />
C. "You know, this would be good over rice." God bless my husband, he was born and raised in Louisiana and it shows through and through. Any time I make a new dish, doesn't matter what it is, I hear this phrase. Seriously, stew, pork chops, chicken, beef, turkey...it's always the same. It's become a running joke around the White house.<br />
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Story #2: Susan's Creation<br />
I grew up in Denison, TX and one of my mom's best friends was and is Susan. Susan, who had just moved to TX from LA, was an amazing cook and quite crafty lady. One of her lovely creations that's still around my parents' house today is the "sock 'o rice." Seriously, it's a sock filled with rice. To anyone else this is a waist of food and clothing...to us it's a heating pad! Once again...I'm serious. Put rice in a sock, sew up both ends, pop it in the microwave and you have homemade heating pad! Warning, your heating pad will smell like rice...crazy, I know. My parent's still use this. Anyone who works with my mom can attest, they can walk into the office and tell you if she's having back trouble by the smell of the room.<br />
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Story #3: New Isn't Always Good<br />
I've been getting up at 4:30 am for the past several months and hitting the gym! There's a group of girls that I usually go with and most days I go to this amazing spin class. I come out about an hour later dripping in sweat and feeling extremely productive and energized for the day...don't ask me how! This week, we got a new instructor. I'm sure he was sent to be the death of me. Day one, RESISTANCE, MORE RESISTANCE, EVEN MORE RESISTANCE, LET'S ADD MORE RESISTANCE AND SPRINT!!!! Needless to say my knee was killing me after this insane workout. Day two was better and had less resistance but it went something like this: RESISTANCE, SPRINT, MORE SPRINT, EVEN MORE SPRINT, NOW HOVER, HOVER SOME MORE, GET YOUR BUTT BACK and HOVERRRRRRR! GET YOUR BUTT BACK FURTHER and HOVERRRRRR SOME MORE! Let me tell you, I don't know where the heck he wanted me to put my butt...it couldn't go any further back without detaching from my body! He kept shouting FORM, IT'S ALL ABOUT FORMMMM! He's a yeller if you couldn't tell. It was a great work out, but my knee and back had just about had it. I made it home, iced my worn-out little self, and hopped in the shower. As luck would have it as I was drying my hair, I flipped my head upside down like I've done my entire life and every muscle in back decided to seize. It sent me to floor immediately and there I said for a bit contemplating my situation. The thoughts running through my head were things like, "I'm stuck, my apartment door's locked, i'm in a towel, i'm stuck, no one has a key to my apt door except robert, robert's in indonesia, i'm stuck, maybe i can crawl to the couch." I made it to the couch and was smart enough to grab my phone on the way. I laid there for about an hour and my back finally started to untwist itself. I knew that once I was able to get up, I should grab a heating pad and just relax for a bit.<br />
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The Final Story: Sweet Irony<br />
Turns out our heating pad didn't get packed in the things to bring to Oki box...oops! I was in so much pain by evening I knew I couldn't get out and buy one. I thought about soaking in a hot bath, but decided that the probability of getting myself out of that hot bath was slim to none. Finally, a fantastic idea came to mind...I have socks and I have rice! I <span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: line-through;">ran</span> hobbled to Robert's drawer (his socks are much larger than mine) and pulled out the biggest, oldest looking sock I could find. Then I <span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: line-through;">ran</span> hobbled to the kitchen and dumped all the rice I had left into his sock, sewed it up on both ends, popped it in the microwave and then went to bed and placed it under my back. As I lie there, looking up at the ceiling...all these stories flooded to my head. There is was lying over cooked rice and it was the happiest I had been all day long. So Robert, baby you're right...I wish I would've realized earlier that "this would be really good over rice."<br />
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I have to apologize because I didn't take pictures of the process that it took to get to this lamp shade...oops! Honestly, the entire time I was thinking, "I hate this, this is going to be so horribly ugly." You may still be thinking that, but I definitely like how it turned out! I can give you the details of how I made this and that will have to suffice. What started this whole thing what our move to Okinawa. We unpacked our boxes that had traveled so far and found two extremely crushed lamp shades, too far gone to try and salvage. For any of you that have ever shopped at a base exchange of any kind you know that when it comes to things like this it's slim pickins. It also turns out that most of the lamp shades I found out in town weren't conducive to my lovely American lamp (thank you Target). Thus began my journey to create the perfect lampshade.<br />
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At first I went ahead and bought a lamp shade at the local base exchange. That was a mistake. I got it home and ran to my little lamp posts and turns out the American lamp shade from the base exchange wasn't conducive with my American lamp (thank you Target). Also, I didn't realize that my lamp was a little smaller than most, so my lamp looked like it was playing "dress up" with it's mom's lamp shade, ridiculous! So I had no choice...I pulled out my exacto knife (that's my newest solution to the world's problems...we'll see if it overtakes spray paint). I cut away at the huge, oversized and quite ugly lamp shade and made some a bit smaller and much more fitting to my little lamp stand. The material is actually an old skirt that I retired a few years back. It's just glued to the old lamp shade. I cut up an old white tshirt into circles to create the floral embellishments. You just fold the circles in half and then in half again and arrange as you want.<br />
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Last but not least I found this great button. I think it came from the huge collection that my mother-in-law gave me for Christmas. I offset it and added some more floral embellishments around it too. I'll be honest, I was shocked with the finish product. It wasn't looking good for 3/4 of the project and I almost aborted the mission several times and wrote it off as a lost cause. I'm glad I stuck it out and am pleased with what now sits on my nightside shelf (I found that on etsy)! Enjoy!Jana Whitehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07913084144384627785noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6022576531622910632.post-60811264668553543092010-05-19T01:07:00.000-07:002010-05-19T01:07:33.431-07:00Chair Repair<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEin_imTIXCOz9YoH7HfDkqieXwZ0uJP-Z6EXiVMbPIGyIyw8Cn77HMoUQ_wgAV8JGJJD6bAYhvYpNzpHsjz0TUsAAEjzsjj3tz-9h2LzGMQKkAhDhl19bVBR0CJjzE-VjsxBsSynDiyze8/s1600/chair_3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEin_imTIXCOz9YoH7HfDkqieXwZ0uJP-Z6EXiVMbPIGyIyw8Cn77HMoUQ_wgAV8JGJJD6bAYhvYpNzpHsjz0TUsAAEjzsjj3tz-9h2LzGMQKkAhDhl19bVBR0CJjzE-VjsxBsSynDiyze8/s400/chair_3.jpg" width="267" /></a></div><br />
Ok, so it's not really a repair as much as a spray paint job, but "chair repair" had such a nice ring to it! I found this Ethan Allen chair (pictured below) sitting in a throw away pile in the foyer of my apartment building the other day and decided...I've got time on my hands...I might as well. So I grabbed it quickly and hopped on the elevator with my newest project.<br />
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Since Robert has left for his "summer cruise" I've found myself reading more than ever. I've gone through two books since he left and am half way through another one. I realize everyone has different ways of coping with deployments and times apart in the military. Reading may not be your thing, I never in a million years thought it would be mine! I'm not much of a reader to begin with, outside of things that pertain to photography or design. I always told myself, "when I get out of school I'll read all the time, because it'll be for pleasure and not forced." Well I've been out of school for several years now and yes what....the Twilight series is probably the most I've read, as embarrassing as that is to admit, it's true.<br />
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My goal while Robert is gone is to fill my head with as much beneficial reading as possible. The first book I picked up, <i>God + Military Spouse</i>, I had skimmed through before and it was actually given to me by the author. I attended a small group bible study at a friend's house and she was there and gave me a copy of her book. She's a Navy wife that has survived many deployments and hardships that come with this lifestyle. Her book is an easy read that feels more like a conversation than anything else. She's passionate, I hope you didn't take the phrase an "easy read" to mean that it's not challenging material. Cline talks about certain things that we need to hear that we may not want to hear. Like the fact that God provides us with female friends to support us and lean on during deployments and separation. Don't get me wrong, I'm not saying that for the 6+ months our husbands are gone we're not going to have contact with the opposite sex, but we need to be wise. Be aware of the situations that we put ourselves into, because that's exactly who's in control of our actions...us. I know some people will read that last few sentences and think I'm a prude, but if that's what it takes for my husband never to doubt my love and faithfulness to him and for me to not end up in a horrible situation, then hello...I'm Miss Prude!<br />
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The other book that I have absolutely fallen in love with is <i>Hope for the Home Front</i>. Marshele Carter Waddell has been married to a US Navy Seal for over 25 years and has been blessed with 3 children. If I had to sum her book up in a word it would be, honest. It was refreshing to hear an honest, Godly perspective on this crazy lifestyle. While reading her book, I couldn't help but think about Paul's words in 2 Corinthians 11. It's towards the end of the chapter, he's defending his apostleship and begins listing everything he's been through:<br />
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Imprisonments<br />
Danger of death<br />
Beatings of numerous kinds<br />
Shipwrecked<br />
Danger of robbers<br />
Danger of his countrymen<br />
Danger of the Gentiles<br />
Danger of the city<br />
Danger of the wilderness<br />
Danger of the seas<br />
Danger among false brethren<br />
Labor<br />
Hardships<br />
Hungry<br />
Thirsty<br />
Exposed<br />
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The list goes on, but you get the idea. While reading this book I realized Waddell has quite an impressive list of deployments, injuries, moves, children, missed holidays, lost loved ones, lost friends, foreign countries, feeling lost, feeling depressed, feeling alone, disgusting living arrangements, small paychecks, and broken appliances, cars and whatever else you can image that always seem to happen when your spouse isn't around. She's more than capable to be writing this book and I'm grateful that she did. It takes someone like that who's been through all this and is still standing on the other side of it smiling and clinging to their faith to pass on their wisdom. As a young and fairly new military wife, it's great to dwell on the positive and God-centered truths that someone else can bring out of what could be devastating situations. This was an extremely encouraging read for me.<br />
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If you would have told me 4 years ago that I would one day be living in a foreign country and married to a US Marine, I can honestly say I wouldn't have believed you, but I wouldn't trade it for the world. Don't get me wrong, I'm not saying it's easy but depending on God and not myself or even my husband for that matter, makes it easier. I definitely haven't perfected that last sentence, it's a constant struggle. I realize how blessed I am when I look around at the women who's husbands are gone far more frequent than mine and it's humbling. The pride that I have in my husband and what he stands for is unexplainable...and sight of him in his dress blues doesn't hurt either! ;D I hope that if you're in need of a good read you'll think about these books. Enjoy.Jana Whitehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07913084144384627785noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6022576531622910632.post-29375317080520322362010-05-07T17:14:00.000-07:002010-05-07T17:14:34.311-07:00Don't have anything for mom?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6NwvFCFUubrPhavrwp_wfYLEkMZmDd64PRgMEh2rDhKBmloQpbyIaPFhixXgC7-opT9Z0CQENeP1In9zXg1_h3JOnOQAXCZUOfYsfNiAu1OUkgphSfPbFILf3-riIY9N1N6jp6y0PO4Q/s1600/Memom+%26+Daddy+Jack+028.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="272" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6NwvFCFUubrPhavrwp_wfYLEkMZmDd64PRgMEh2rDhKBmloQpbyIaPFhixXgC7-opT9Z0CQENeP1In9zXg1_h3JOnOQAXCZUOfYsfNiAu1OUkgphSfPbFILf3-riIY9N1N6jp6y0PO4Q/s400/Memom+%26+Daddy+Jack+028.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />
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I'm not big on advertising for other companies, but MyPublisher is who I ordered my last photo book through and I had the best experience! They are now offering a last minute deal for mother's day. Go to their <a href="http://www.mypublisher.com/products/certificates2?assoc=EP">website</a> and get 50% off photo book gift certificates. I can't imagine what a mom would love more and you get a fabulous deal...hurry it doesn't last long. And yes that picture is of my grandmother, my mom and my uncle...love it!Jana Whitehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07913084144384627785noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6022576531622910632.post-13648052069296906412010-05-06T20:16:00.000-07:002010-05-06T20:16:32.532-07:00Happy Birthday Morgan!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSRZ0ZKNYM4O2OohiN887whtVHIcSwCsv5mlm8ZJDdi4-OZE1dg4-WYnERrpaTpxiJp1Vecqa7-ytvR9HXUDTaFkiqqPHsAU6X7BUrRqHWld4pT5MwgtcyzBdcjBjt8GBTrafMwbiA0BM/s1600/MorganBday_141.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="267" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSRZ0ZKNYM4O2OohiN887whtVHIcSwCsv5mlm8ZJDdi4-OZE1dg4-WYnERrpaTpxiJp1Vecqa7-ytvR9HXUDTaFkiqqPHsAU6X7BUrRqHWld4pT5MwgtcyzBdcjBjt8GBTrafMwbiA0BM/s400/MorganBday_141.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />
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Meet Morgan! Isn't she adorable? This is my friend's daughter and she turned on this past weekend (if you didn't get that by the first pic). I had the joy of taking pictures at her birthday party. Afterwards we went out with the whole family and did some more portraits with a little less cake. These are just a few of my favorites, if you would like to see more please head over to my <a href="http://janawhitephotography.blogspot.com/">photography blog</a> and take a look. Enjoy!<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">And finally our pictures out at my family's land. First, the limo left us here on accident and we had to call him to come back because I wasn't letting anyone from our family drive us to the hotel...haha! Second, the picture at the top left was taken right after Robert swept me off my feet. Literally, he picked me up and didn't realize that he was standing on my dress, all I hear was <i>RRRRIPPPPP </i>and then we both started laughing. Thank goodness all was said and done for the day. By the way it was just a little rip underneath the top layer. Thank you to the amazing <a href="http://www.haileyericksonphotography.com/">Hailey Erickson</a> for capturing our day...can't thank you enough friend!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">All in all it was an absolutely lovely and perfect day!</div></div>Jana Whitehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07913084144384627785noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6022576531622910632.post-89678462402205897622010-04-29T20:34:00.000-07:002010-04-29T20:38:19.432-07:00Anchors Aweigh!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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<i><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Farewell to college joys, we sail at break of day-ay-ay-ay.</span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Through our last night on shore, drink to the foam,</span></div><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Until we meet once more. Here's wishing you a happy voyage home.</span></div></span></span></i></div></span></div>Jana Whitehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07913084144384627785noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6022576531622910632.post-71335064489874812652010-04-25T18:54:00.000-07:002010-04-25T19:17:11.748-07:00Ella's Onesies<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixVWjtBMriJTPzP-c0-UxlM3Xc_fgYrod7o-W6NnYlNrQFC1oxVR2NtXzNPJ3-9rFQaBAKyV5IPck0PcQauXuB8gAo4SNSYyOAPYEP3kYNrY5ETBhmK8CSLJNJB0bfUfPLMTW9NRjIeyY/s400/birthdayonesies_9.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464260318569148242" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 200px; " /></span></div><div><br /></div><div>The picture above is what went in the scrap paper box from last week! I had so much fun making these for my friend's little girl's first birthday party! I just looked at pictures on Facebook of her party and it was incredible...her mom did a fabulous job of decorating and making treats, I've never seen anything so adorable.</div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihwxSaPpQT5WoYM_bT-P84ALQLIJCnCVXJ_RQMjRQbxWAJuDIYOKwS4BioAmZ3QFxj79Bvv-3m2i8QdIMA5JDgMCV8_KniuR-egh_nJTOlYR2fDj8eBzgeqM85Ofg_21FNVn8Eelsac1c/s1600/birthdayonesies_6.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihwxSaPpQT5WoYM_bT-P84ALQLIJCnCVXJ_RQMjRQbxWAJuDIYOKwS4BioAmZ3QFxj79Bvv-3m2i8QdIMA5JDgMCV8_KniuR-egh_nJTOlYR2fDj8eBzgeqM85Ofg_21FNVn8Eelsac1c/s400/birthdayonesies_6.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464260363688275426" /></a><br /><div>This was a really easy project. I used tshirts, scrap fabric and buttons for everything. All the flowers and ruffles were made from 1-2'' circles of the tshirt material and I just folded them over twice, arranged them how I wanted and stitched them in to place.</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgD9OJbtoChBy2fcxf3rS-ed0HjkZT3GgOGfO8xMRo_gVV5kJOMA3980xiTckW26iyZOSo3H5-v_EToEde1LQKKsW0Nmx-iMB1ZWc_a2aN6Mqp2GFy9u17VLrrS5CJ3XDjS1DgJ4_69r9M/s1600/birthdayonesies_2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgD9OJbtoChBy2fcxf3rS-ed0HjkZT3GgOGfO8xMRo_gVV5kJOMA3980xiTckW26iyZOSo3H5-v_EToEde1LQKKsW0Nmx-iMB1ZWc_a2aN6Mqp2GFy9u17VLrrS5CJ3XDjS1DgJ4_69r9M/s400/birthdayonesies_2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464260351125210258" /></a><br /></div><div>Each one didn't take more than 30 minutes...small price to pay for such a cute result. I used heat 'n bond to secure the lace to the onesies. Everything else was stitched. You could use so many different combinations to make these.</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXdvbkscNUgxYkVQqwpSJVJnB84x5wicj__slXUsLScW4YS6dgA5ThRmXFkE1cqMdnKaJQjsEEPq6Ne1q4hSSH7eGe3avKN5u8cLG42XSCOTtVdSpCnKRDf5BodyppZ0YwWe2jmvCpepU/s1600/birthdayonesies.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 246px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXdvbkscNUgxYkVQqwpSJVJnB84x5wicj__slXUsLScW4YS6dgA5ThRmXFkE1cqMdnKaJQjsEEPq6Ne1q4hSSH7eGe3avKN5u8cLG42XSCOTtVdSpCnKRDf5BodyppZ0YwWe2jmvCpepU/s400/birthdayonesies.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464260340344951042" /></a><br /></div><div>All in all, this was a fun project that doesn't break the bank. Great for birthdays, any occasion or no occasion at all! :D</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihsmEbStx4pWIS0l8ucnO3Ec0BoH0pyoupXejFf3e2v3H9Yu_en6j1jPS6TY9iYcakBj1OdAeSuiSBrpZ8j2J8T096rnGzksrSeRb6dwaVMVvUvAk7Zr6PRjypmKaYEa5Kk4RWX1STjT0/s1600/birthdayonesies_4.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 246px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihsmEbStx4pWIS0l8ucnO3Ec0BoH0pyoupXejFf3e2v3H9Yu_en6j1jPS6TY9iYcakBj1OdAeSuiSBrpZ8j2J8T096rnGzksrSeRb6dwaVMVvUvAk7Zr6PRjypmKaYEa5Kk4RWX1STjT0/s400/birthdayonesies_4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464260329185930834" /></a><br /></div><div>Enjoy!</div>Jana Whitehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07913084144384627785noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6022576531622910632.post-9968645068669184612010-04-23T05:15:00.000-07:002010-04-23T05:16:55.234-07:00Dr Fish...not your average doctor<object style="background-image: url("http://i2.ytimg.com/vi/EZ94f4tCEtM/hqdefault.jpg");" height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EZ94f4tCEtM&hl=en_US&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EZ94f4tCEtM&hl=en_US&fs=1" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="344" width="425"></embed></object><div><br /></div><div>I can honestly say I would never in a million years guessed that one day I would be married to a US Marine, stationed in Okinawa Japan, and sticking my feet into a pool of fish that eat the dead skin off your feet. But this week I did the unthinkable...actually it wasn't that bad! Don't get me wrong, it tickled like crazy but other than that it was painless. The video above is filmed and narrated by the lovely Stephanie with a few inadvertent giggles added by me...it tickled! Today I went with my friend GraceAnna to get a pedicure at a local spa. They are famous for their nail art in Japan...I'll have to post photos later. But I won't be posting anything else until next week. It looks like Robert will be going on an exercise for the next three months and he's most likely leaving on Wednesday, so I'll be enjoying every minute of my last weekend with him! I'm so proud of him and slightly jealous...he'll be going to a lot of places that I want to travel to on his "summer cruise." I'm sure I'll post some pics from him along the way. Have a great weekend!</div>Jana Whitehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07913084144384627785noreply@blogger.com0