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Friday Shootout - Celebrate Life

The only common theme about the photos I'm about to post here is that they were all taken with my cell phone. I'd prefer to have more of a theme going on, however it might not be necessary. This is my life - and the many ways I celebrate it.


Natalie said…
Loved the action shots,Jamie.xx♥
Anonymous said…
Great shoot-out Jamie! I love the roller coaster and the look on Serenity's face! That is awesome! And I love that you got some shots of your tea in there. Awesome.
GingerV said…
GOOD job, it feels like I am there to share your celebration.
Denise said…
how fun! isn't it great that cell phones take pics!
Kerry said…
It works for me! A roller coaster and a cup of tea!
Zaroga said…
A cup of tea... what a nice way to celebrate life. A ride on the ferris wheel?... love it! A great post!
gigi said…
Yea!!! What a way to Celebrate Life! Good ones.
Blessings Today on the 4th of July!
God Bless America!
Grace Albaugh said…
I loved this post. So there and so real. Thanks for the glimps into your day.

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