my girls goofing off at the beach!!!
May 14th 2007 00:42
This post doesn't need much writing. This was my day with my goofy girls. Chris didn't come out much, he had games to watch and he's my laid back child.
Tammy
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Looking forward to more vacation stories!
::hugs::
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Comment by charliesgirl_992000
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Thanks for being here!!!
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Comment by charliesgirl_992000
Histeries, Mysteries and what not
Lifes little slices
Mystical Creativity
Tammy
Comment by charliesgirl_992000
Histeries, Mysteries and what not
Lifes little slices
Mystical Creativity
hugs, Tammy
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I love the frolicking daughter pics!
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Comment by Ash
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What do you do with all your pics when you get home if you don`t mind me asking? Do you make holiday journals or just keep them on record? That`s the sad thing about the digital world... no prints for the photo books!
ash
Comment by charliesgirl_992000
Histeries, Mysteries and what not
Lifes little slices
Mystical Creativity
i have over a hundred journals filled with pics, and memories of my kids life all ready for them when i pass, or jsut when they are older. i also put them on disk, in my yahoo photo album, in my yahoo groups and have filled my yahoo 360 with them. i use them for LOTS of things. i even craft with some.
i have boxes and boxes full of actual pics. i develope probably 90 percent of them. i like the digital camara because i share as much online as i scrapbook with them. it's easy when i travel to jsut put them on a disk, and take all new pics. i have filled i think seven or eight disk while on this trip.
do you use a digital, or more film camara's? i use to use all film, but then got hooked on digital because i couldn't "WAIT", to see what all i got. <smiles>
Tammy
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