Raw And Refined ~ Sweet Salvage ~ Part III

<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div align="center"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDgSK_s_Lf4ipIlQfERrDDJhNmbMYWQOUP13rAt6MpTY1EnT1jUd2EbOd4m1uNN3Z3u80qXfXprxad0FCEl8AbEidGvx7YFPdBsVJXAg2cxgIcIm6rhQ105FZvhtw7FXQIW2eKXO7V7-s/s1600/051.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDgSK_s_Lf4ipIlQfERrDDJhNmbMYWQOUP13rAt6MpTY1EnT1jUd2EbOd4m1uNN3Z3u80qXfXprxad0FCEl8AbEidGvx7YFPdBsVJXAg2cxgIcIm6rhQ105FZvhtw7FXQIW2eKXO7V7-s/s1600/051.JPG" width="544" /></a></div> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><em>I apologize for the delays in Blog Postings.  I haven't felt much like Blogging lately and I also needed to upgrade my storage space to handle my Pathological Picture Taking!  *LOL*  On a Personal Level a lot has been transpiring... some of it a Blessing, though with significant Conditions... and some of it a particular Challenge.  So Balancing all of that and staying Centered has been quite the Distraction lately, a Consuming one in fact!</em></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6q0JwQYznEaomBHtS14k516ghC4wjYgB19GD6UzjGd9HiCwq0UJUcxpzL4qUk-w0eDAMBhfwHOmPTsskhr7f3jgcAma_DkszuRt2h0km-RGJxbRa7HlMQN0yQj69a_iy1kFDiuTst8wU/s1600/044.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6q0JwQYznEaomBHtS14k516ghC4wjYgB19GD6UzjGd9HiCwq0UJUcxpzL4qUk-w0eDAMBhfwHOmPTsskhr7f3jgcAma_DkszuRt2h0km-RGJxbRa7HlMQN0yQj69a_iy1kFDiuTst8wU/s1600/044.JPG" width="480" /></a></div><br /><br /> </div><div align="center"><em>My Girl's Days Out and time to myself, carved out of a demanding and full schedule, has been the Glue that has helped me maintain a Positive outlook and remain in a good Head Space.  But it has also meant that I have fallen behind in doing many of the things I usually Enjoy doing and either haven't had the Time or Energy for, or haven't even Felt like doing really.  Since Blogging is an extension of Artistic Expression for me, I'm either 'On' or 'Off' when it comes to doing it... and lately I've been more 'Off' than 'On'.  </em></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimxuvLX-YCci3gi-cq9esEL1q4nFvoqeoECN0DgfOEqbw4kl558AY9kkJPnP8IwPMHO2cklrikp2zzK7hDq3ccZAdecP0HwpxboOWJf2WNFDnp_szRa_iN-rqk5h-qmY6qHB6E_c1OKpg/s1600/055.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="532" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimxuvLX-YCci3gi-cq9esEL1q4nFvoqeoECN0DgfOEqbw4kl558AY9kkJPnP8IwPMHO2cklrikp2zzK7hDq3ccZAdecP0HwpxboOWJf2WNFDnp_szRa_iN-rqk5h-qmY6qHB6E_c1OKpg/s1600/055.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><br /> </div><div align="center"><em>I've still thoroughly been up to my Photography, so I've got loads of Images from which to draw Blog Fodder.  But the Words have been difficult to come because of feeling quite Conflicted about possible Subject Matter... what to Share and what to just leave out of the Land of Blog and intentionally not reveal.   </em></div><div align="center"><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlRPeHyUB8Wh7K67K03tLdI16zOxlRycuv7MoaSNpvsPSr9SdyMHP0WPH-RU765paPKoMqJnK0WeeGZkR0hC3CmeSJdXPT1jDW1sdi_A1oCF8Yo82km5Pfntk2mHod9G9Ha2lLJAsqMf0/s1600/101.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlRPeHyUB8Wh7K67K03tLdI16zOxlRycuv7MoaSNpvsPSr9SdyMHP0WPH-RU765paPKoMqJnK0WeeGZkR0hC3CmeSJdXPT1jDW1sdi_A1oCF8Yo82km5Pfntk2mHod9G9Ha2lLJAsqMf0/s1600/101.JPG" width="480" /></a></div> </div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"><em>But in a way that's almost like not taking Calls from Friends, you know, because there's just Topics you don't want to discuss or to even come up because you're still in the midst of the Dealing with it all, and that's enough.</em>  <em>But everyone suspects something is 'Up' because you're not really yourself at the moment either... so it's like the Elephant in the room.  Maneuvering around an Elephant in the room or trying to ignore it can be quite tricky in daily Life.</em></div><div align="center"><em></em><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVHGFetIceqoCSAhqVqKR6E3mSPmgjY_4l8EBMIU0vjHwOR0bUdL0KY7D-3Qg42_pNSbjMHenUFD17eyKfLnk4fftIXku61smLsfVBXiGZf_MuRcYtDEZLQXe25R_uRladT9zq4-Nb_BE/s1600/061.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVHGFetIceqoCSAhqVqKR6E3mSPmgjY_4l8EBMIU0vjHwOR0bUdL0KY7D-3Qg42_pNSbjMHenUFD17eyKfLnk4fftIXku61smLsfVBXiGZf_MuRcYtDEZLQXe25R_uRladT9zq4-Nb_BE/s1600/061.JPG" width="574" /></a></div> </div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"><em>And though certainly I could Intently Focus Upon just the Fluff of Life and all the Events, Gorgeous Images, Inspiration, Frivolous Pursuits and the like here in the Land of Blog, to the exclusion of any harsh or uncomfortable Realities going on simultaneously, because everyone Enjoys the Fluff, that can seem quite disingenuous to me... and thus, the Conflict within.</em></div><div align="center"><em></em><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4MHQZxCVB-TcmkvizJHY73iYyFNmVLgnIhI5KXLDPgbCMom4PUNSntNOzb48O4zTndHq-89_QGg7bH-PrERJcMc2vGnKUIZLalOBYxy92bRQTWvD0Cs1FYNz3NPtT7IfNLMvDGpb37IY/s1600/113.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4MHQZxCVB-TcmkvizJHY73iYyFNmVLgnIhI5KXLDPgbCMom4PUNSntNOzb48O4zTndHq-89_QGg7bH-PrERJcMc2vGnKUIZLalOBYxy92bRQTWvD0Cs1FYNz3NPtT7IfNLMvDGpb37IY/s1600/113.JPG" width="552" /></a></div> </div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"><em>So it was probably timely that Blogger has been acting up... along with my storage space being full until I upgraded... at a time when I didn't really Feel much like being here anyway.  It was like getting a Pass to just neglect Blogging, even though a lot was going on and certainly enough to fill a multitude of Posts.  Lots of Lovely Images and Fun Stuff... balancing out the Heavy Issues of Life... and I just had to get to the place where I had a Peace about what to Post about... and NOT.</em></div><div align="center"><em></em><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRodtVs0UI8K6bEThdlsvJG9aTMZVumoKH9x2gMNAEGV7w-eQgfLAV-6nDnPNs-nuCgo21OOBj6jJxlqx40DtDohXy1Cex_ZhOYdvr0VqaMVwCEbR0cEa8TO6ijdzf3V1n_lT4TUaKLEk/s1600/073.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRodtVs0UI8K6bEThdlsvJG9aTMZVumoKH9x2gMNAEGV7w-eQgfLAV-6nDnPNs-nuCgo21OOBj6jJxlqx40DtDohXy1Cex_ZhOYdvr0VqaMVwCEbR0cEa8TO6ijdzf3V1n_lT4TUaKLEk/s1600/073.JPG" width="480" /></a></div> </div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"><em>Even though this is an Online Journal and Life Journey for me... and I try to keep it 100% and Real... there is that Need To Know Factor... and determining what nobody really needs to know... and just keep those things to myself, however Heavy to carry.   I'm still very much on the fence about some Topics... though if we were to be sitting together in person over a glass of Wine, they might be more freely discussed because not every eye would see and every ear would hear.  *Smiles*</em></div><div align="center"><em></em><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlEzcAmeRHo-hwgSy6NKeVA5W5iKZ3_b25utYPEMJEHJchvWPOsLqP7YW1xSwYA3rv1yfATqtFmdHY6GIvvQ6-u8TZDE1cVZZjCELUVSqTyhrxh9BXcPsCF_tWB8geeP_9SwOol9Q37CM/s1600/080.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlEzcAmeRHo-hwgSy6NKeVA5W5iKZ3_b25utYPEMJEHJchvWPOsLqP7YW1xSwYA3rv1yfATqtFmdHY6GIvvQ6-u8TZDE1cVZZjCELUVSqTyhrxh9BXcPsCF_tWB8geeP_9SwOol9Q37CM/s1600/080.JPG" width="554" /></a></div> </div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"><em>  Feedback can be a dicey issue after all here in the Land of Blog... not every discussion, Topic and opinion lines up or is received Ideally.  And when you're 'Going Through' you can be in a raw, sensitive and vulnerable place... and even more easily wounded... so I just haven't wanted to 'Go There' and risk it, so to speak. </em><br /><em></em><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDzcqg7cDMEATfumUN-RoQSM-J2R9EyuR7Tngy2c6eD00yUHiGsrqscLeQEWpov-_wa8-PmAFhaAIYGMotRa9kLo6Zf6ahMpCJEn4wSuXjEvOymoqlHfbydTXlPzio-1Z-jrx4tTgYhAo/s1600/079.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="604" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDzcqg7cDMEATfumUN-RoQSM-J2R9EyuR7Tngy2c6eD00yUHiGsrqscLeQEWpov-_wa8-PmAFhaAIYGMotRa9kLo6Zf6ahMpCJEn4wSuXjEvOymoqlHfbydTXlPzio-1Z-jrx4tTgYhAo/s1600/079.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><em></em><br /><em></em><br /><br /><em> Even with the best of Intentions, Advice on anything or anyone that is deeply Personal and near and Dear to one's Heart is so sensitive a Topic to throw out there in the arena of cyberspace and what reaction it might prompt or how it will be received.  So I am still somewhat Guarded in order to remain Drama Free in my Sweet Happy Place here. *Smiles*  Even though I've got the Greatest Blog Supporters, I never know who else might show up or what could be said that might not be Positive nor Uplifting, or that I can be in Agreement with or amicably Agree to Disagree. *Winks*</em></div><div align="center"><em></em><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBeaIoeWMFE0ie5wFXQROKio7aW8TGoE6Du01Wc5ooi3hC6VhWRqbcec8jZsvxLgH5LpjIZ62pOvTNrMf0KTGfgUCwKpSlZxhaG5wkXggGiQ82VFNWMsELr762uJGyORc_mVi-86xioqA/s1600/069.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="564" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBeaIoeWMFE0ie5wFXQROKio7aW8TGoE6Du01Wc5ooi3hC6VhWRqbcec8jZsvxLgH5LpjIZ62pOvTNrMf0KTGfgUCwKpSlZxhaG5wkXggGiQ82VFNWMsELr762uJGyORc_mVi-86xioqA/s1600/069.JPG" width="640" /></a></div> </div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"><em>So... for now I've chosen with Intent to Focus more on the Fluff in the fewer Posts that I'll be tackling... and see where it eventually takes me.  I Enjoy the Fluff of Life, I really do... because it can be so Uplifting and Carefree, even when Life comes at you full on and with intense force.   We're having Good Days amidst the Challenging ones... and even some days that are a mixture of both.  I suppose everyone can Relate to that at some level and with Empathy.  Who hasn't had a Bad Day after all!?!   And when raising Children or Caring for those with Infirmity who hasn't had those days bearing Bad News you'd rather not have to hear or Deal with?!?</em></div><div align="center"><em></em><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSqsA2bx2DCJ87SxlOetLBO0KJR0FxR6VX0ni8irBaeSXOKgSyUuj4yCjZFqo2l20t288MgNBpNueuHM3gIUFjKu7Yv0apgckd4fbIuCfSQp_RuutrNQTFzNHWMEDPNQUBza9vVNc8fRA/s1600/110.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSqsA2bx2DCJ87SxlOetLBO0KJR0FxR6VX0ni8irBaeSXOKgSyUuj4yCjZFqo2l20t288MgNBpNueuHM3gIUFjKu7Yv0apgckd4fbIuCfSQp_RuutrNQTFzNHWMEDPNQUBza9vVNc8fRA/s1600/110.JPG" width="480" /></a></div> </div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"><em>So the Topic Theme at the Event... Raw And Refined, was rather timely as well for me... because lately our Lives have been an Interesting mixture of both... and blending that which is Raw with that which is Refined or you have to Re-Find is an Art of sorts too.   Whether you're just Decorating and Styling with both... or incorporating those Elements into every aspect of daily Living literally.  Embracing what is Raw and Refining it so that you can Live with it comfortably and use it advantageously takes practice. </em><br /><em></em><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMAL-yeRLZkFa-nbagyWmOyDq-neEaCqOuNdTDIbKBJ4iqNzo26cq0Iz1FyXZn5dEihXsl0L1rHDH9isecOVSyy9GZXgohn9SoDDXblYqw8V6IWqq2UtY4peAeyRTSvk18JDB6o9zNwW4/s1600/071.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMAL-yeRLZkFa-nbagyWmOyDq-neEaCqOuNdTDIbKBJ4iqNzo26cq0Iz1FyXZn5dEihXsl0L1rHDH9isecOVSyy9GZXgohn9SoDDXblYqw8V6IWqq2UtY4peAeyRTSvk18JDB6o9zNwW4/s1600/071.JPG" width="462" /></a></div><em></em><br /><em></em><br /><br /><em>  I like to think that I've Cultivated that Ability over the Years and that I will continue to get better at it... necessity is after all the Mother of Invention.  And we will also continue... however slowly... to bring you along to what Raw and Refined Blending was done at this Month's Event.</em><br /><em></em><br /><em></em> </div><div align="center"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjw1dgrhxA4NtfzftBQMQbAJE_KWmwH2hp5834REzdxUupvnv3bQNnExxgcMmDU-6QBxAM-RuYq0X84FND_eL6B3sge3SGHh3PjJGQEc6_fPyhmf1gb29zvSGsnvn5T2lOKfSMWLXJPcbg/s1600/072.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjw1dgrhxA4NtfzftBQMQbAJE_KWmwH2hp5834REzdxUupvnv3bQNnExxgcMmDU-6QBxAM-RuYq0X84FND_eL6B3sge3SGHh3PjJGQEc6_fPyhmf1gb29zvSGsnvn5T2lOKfSMWLXJPcbg/s1600/072.JPG" width="480" /></a></div> </div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"><em>Blessings from the Arizona Desert... Dawn... The Bohemian</em></div></div>

Raw And Refined ~ Sweet Salvage ~ Part III

      I apologize for the delays in Blog Postings.  I haven't felt much like Blogging lately and I also needed to upgrade my storage spa...

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I Fell Off The Wagon

<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjx9QzgINNtMYYDutV7K-6Pn1EC5EoIMuwULPrZKuy9fZS1W2EPZekFIGCVoMoAtTiy4Hc14jByJJ-CfXKBUzWSLjZg4F70Awlx0r0ei2YVti2sl8Zyh5iWs3m1PXXDj2AN4IqUZ_ObFU/s1600/$11_3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjx9QzgINNtMYYDutV7K-6Pn1EC5EoIMuwULPrZKuy9fZS1W2EPZekFIGCVoMoAtTiy4Hc14jByJJ-CfXKBUzWSLjZg4F70Awlx0r0ei2YVti2sl8Zyh5iWs3m1PXXDj2AN4IqUZ_ObFU/s1600/$11_3.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em>Perhaps I shouldn't have been so Proud, you know, patting Self on the back for the past Year for staying away from all Online Retail sites like E-Bay and Etsy.  Even though they always have the Greatest Stuff ever that you can't always find when you're poncing around Town on Marathon Junquing Missions, no matter how many Honey Holes you know about locally!  *Smiles*  But it's a slippery slope... and so I hadn't even wanted to renew my Interest and set off any chain of events or anything.</em></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWeSop9UJgbg8uvwrDN8-43qfAYHi1kLcYzbvLvepUalZUhM4zvl5aw5r_LluC24E-DGctAYfN4hAPMx6Wmt0vaAQ_ccwijBj4HK5MpcJVlfReyQAYPFMeoSKXrL4c2djKB79T0g-xPug/s1600/002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWeSop9UJgbg8uvwrDN8-43qfAYHi1kLcYzbvLvepUalZUhM4zvl5aw5r_LluC24E-DGctAYfN4hAPMx6Wmt0vaAQ_ccwijBj4HK5MpcJVlfReyQAYPFMeoSKXrL4c2djKB79T0g-xPug/s1600/002.JPG" width="547" /></a></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em>No... I'd concentrated instead on Junquing locally and mostly for Inventory to flip in the Showrooms... because Lord knows Bohemian Valhalla doesn't need another thing to be dragged into this Old House really in the way of Decor.  *LOL*   Yes, I'd been Content for the past Year in just purchasing Locally and Supporting Small Businesses, Thrifts, Flea Markets and Local Artists.</em><br /><em>BTW: The Wool Cowboy Hat I Sourced in this Image Sold in a day of being in my Showroom!</em></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6qoaFMwYS7T1TuzbVrBAqCPwS2W6hXXCJlVi_5wcgmh5lNFxpMn173cB5x46su5ZDG1WjTNJ_bL9h-SGfYMCG41BGd3pEdVk7PY9Lp-TTBP7TL8RBmzCeC1eLwGAj32DTuMWVUIWpTP0/s1600/001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="548" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6qoaFMwYS7T1TuzbVrBAqCPwS2W6hXXCJlVi_5wcgmh5lNFxpMn173cB5x46su5ZDG1WjTNJ_bL9h-SGfYMCG41BGd3pEdVk7PY9Lp-TTBP7TL8RBmzCeC1eLwGAj32DTuMWVUIWpTP0/s1600/001.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em>And it was going well, I hadn't even had the inkling of taking a peek at my Fav Online sites that I used to frequent so regularly that I'm certain a lot of Online Vendors and Artists knew me on a first name basis!?  *Winks*   Nope... I had not even missed them in fact... because why browse and torment yourself if you have no inclination to actually bid or buy?   But Tonight... for some strange reason that I cannot even fathom... the sites were Calling out to me to take a peek... just a peek... after all, it had been so long... and apparently they had Missed me terribly!  *Bwahahaha!* </em></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXhbN0NHLoA85uDC-SzrLD5EEwyq0b4k37plluku7Xke-RrQQTQ2dKE8A6BtFFXN0hQYlurcPuIPEfvrNQlazagfm0TAgpEuZ2b_PiXl4DERyObjUnoOXVWm70pTIHdhOeCQ1WkLBivro/s1600/il_570xN_547939473_iow2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXhbN0NHLoA85uDC-SzrLD5EEwyq0b4k37plluku7Xke-RrQQTQ2dKE8A6BtFFXN0hQYlurcPuIPEfvrNQlazagfm0TAgpEuZ2b_PiXl4DERyObjUnoOXVWm70pTIHdhOeCQ1WkLBivro/s1600/il_570xN_547939473_iow2.jpg" width="488" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <em>Source: Etsy ~ Luv Lucy Art To Wear, Artist: Donna Lucy Ramirez</em></div><br /><div align="center"><em>And everything would have been just Fine... because tho' I browsed both sites, nothing much was Calling to me like a Siren's Song... until... I discovered a Fabric Artist that had the most Amazing Wearable Art Creations that are just My Style and Sensibility!!!  *Gasp and be still my beating Heart!*  I J'Adored every single Creation and could see them all hanging in my Closet in my Mind's Eye... but mostly and especially this one, which was Plus Sized no less... it must be a Sign?!!!  *LOL, yeah I can Justify things that way when I want to!*</em></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikLfwhT9rcUswFTJX_OMzlTgo3j0_PjeE0HwhIAG-tMLvbJ1DLoZXLqYNUnFA8BaXxebajlV0IWf66azdA5wRC1mS7B_Tcd5ZJM656OwJ3O8niLaQ5bT9AuT0QeVby8bWYwg413Mo08VI/s1600/il_570xN_547939319_13ah.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikLfwhT9rcUswFTJX_OMzlTgo3j0_PjeE0HwhIAG-tMLvbJ1DLoZXLqYNUnFA8BaXxebajlV0IWf66azdA5wRC1mS7B_Tcd5ZJM656OwJ3O8niLaQ5bT9AuT0QeVby8bWYwg413Mo08VI/s1600/il_570xN_547939319_13ah.jpg" width="590" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <em>Source: Etsy ~ Luv Lucy Art To Wear ~ Artist: Donna Lucy Ramirez</em></div><br /><div align="center"><em>I'd had excellent Sales in my Showrooms last Month, with my diligence in 'Picking' and letting go of just about everything I was buying lately... and with the fierce Editing and Purging going on at Home... and squirreled most of the proceeds away, I had a small Stash of discretionary Mad Money available.   And a lot of my Favorite Wardrobe was wearing out because I've had it all so long, I'm still often wearing Anchor pieces I bought more than a Decade ago.  Since I haven't purchased much new Wardrobe my present pieces are getting more than Gently Used and I desperately need some additional Favorite pieces to re-fill the Closet and give the older pieces a break before they become unwearable!   So... I fell off the Wagon... after a whole Year... and HAD to have it... it was just too perfect to resist.  And Honestly, I didn't want to resist... if I don't Deserve it, who does?  *Winks*</em></div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjechVn6ZV0NkwQcxrhPP-dEs-AHxBQ1aRRbV7G9pjxFbmBXuyJCGl2ZbSx3D7zcgd1wxtBplqfJ8hsRuduSUxyawERiVPTWPYzmQ-ZXT0LlwB54oH0JkxOf4gmvyLWAWUfooy1bdcDTJA/s1600/053.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="492" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjechVn6ZV0NkwQcxrhPP-dEs-AHxBQ1aRRbV7G9pjxFbmBXuyJCGl2ZbSx3D7zcgd1wxtBplqfJ8hsRuduSUxyawERiVPTWPYzmQ-ZXT0LlwB54oH0JkxOf4gmvyLWAWUfooy1bdcDTJA/s1600/053.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em>I just Hope I haven't rekindled something and that a spark doesn't burst into a Flame or outright Wildfire?!?  *Smiles*  I don't think it probably will, since it isn't quite the same as the actual Thrill Of The Hunt, which is an Adrenalin Rush that can't be Compared.  Sure, you can find almost anything Online... and Auctions are exciting, even if you don't Win.  You can find the most obscure items, rare items, hard to find items to fill those holes in your most Cherished Collections, far more easily than searching high and low for them in your tiny corner of the World and often coming up empty handed.  And you can Discover Amazing Artists you never knew about.</em></div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"><em></em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_fNCWOulin-CUdKsVJuZkPvsYBfJuFh3LPswGv2lIedVqQDqEgn5l4Ysxc8hOF5cizrU-7Q9xOj3NNV90ajc2qG1Y_oh7luUjb7u-x2aBsy4cAs_4QTQP5b2ZsU2Zy0KgaPZ3aLYQXzY/s1600/032.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="516" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_fNCWOulin-CUdKsVJuZkPvsYBfJuFh3LPswGv2lIedVqQDqEgn5l4Ysxc8hOF5cizrU-7Q9xOj3NNV90ajc2qG1Y_oh7luUjb7u-x2aBsy4cAs_4QTQP5b2ZsU2Zy0KgaPZ3aLYQXzY/s1600/032.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em>Not to mention I've often found the best Prices EVER in my Online Conquests and especially at Online Auctions.  Or by up-and-coming Artists that have opened an Online Shop and who haven't been Discovered and Featured everywhere so their Creations aren't in the Stratosphere yet and can still be had by us Regular Folks.  I always Patronize New Artists I Admire the Work of... and sometimes they become Well Known and your Collection of their Work become a Wise Investment indeed.  So I'm not discounting Online sites whatsoever, they are an Awesome Source... it's just that for me... I could get carried away with finding way too much that I would be hard pressed to Resist... because the Selection is so vast and so easily Accessible!   So its like a Buffet... where you could fill your plate too full and eat too much... so best to just stay away and not Tempt yourself if you're a Foodie!  *Winks*</em></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_XBrg8Qi5s6A9vas-_1jIWi1ik3q5kzPflo-Wwcu5fWZr86lEJpB__867Bu6C-I84hVovAWZWB98tc4XqG_Y4NM1y1QeyJIp-Y2oUO9wxNXzY8K5lcRNIBBBgemvcuNFLSpoqEpjZFNk/s1600/007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_XBrg8Qi5s6A9vas-_1jIWi1ik3q5kzPflo-Wwcu5fWZr86lEJpB__867Bu6C-I84hVovAWZWB98tc4XqG_Y4NM1y1QeyJIp-Y2oUO9wxNXzY8K5lcRNIBBBgemvcuNFLSpoqEpjZFNk/s1600/007.JPG" width="572" /></a></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em>But... I AM Glad I made the Rare Visit and Indulged myself with a Fabulous piece of Wearable Art that I will use often and be a Wardrobe Staple worth Investing in.   I just have to resolve to stay away for perhaps another Year now or unless I Win the Lottery or something and Money becomes no object *LOL*... and remember that Peeking often leads to Buying, since it would be a Rarity not to discover something absolutely Amazing.  Or a Collectible to round out a Collection by filling that Void you had, or Perceived you had in the Collection.  *Smiles*  Because lets face it, if you Collect it, you can always Justify one more, right?!?   And if you're a Fashion Diva your Wardrobe and Accessories almost Defines you and your Style!   I can't even remember the last time I bought off-the-rack wear rather than Artist Created OOAK pieces or Thrift Store Ensembles I Upcycle myself!  *Winks*</em></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4Gpaab654HDBGvbZZmaeXHiZ8kQ2F7SUIvAXcRWqOXrYzR3CsOoMrG2GvXxEFXyQL59cnbgTVKRSA5Osiy4qq5kq6xiXR4FnT-Zxjc6MEo6qYe64j-AXG3rvPfQ9QRYFCoauMPG7Rf14/s1600/051.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4Gpaab654HDBGvbZZmaeXHiZ8kQ2F7SUIvAXcRWqOXrYzR3CsOoMrG2GvXxEFXyQL59cnbgTVKRSA5Osiy4qq5kq6xiXR4FnT-Zxjc6MEo6qYe64j-AXG3rvPfQ9QRYFCoauMPG7Rf14/s1600/051.JPG" width="554" /></a></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em>And we're so Proud that our Grandson was Featured in yet another Local Paper and made the Front Page!!!  {See Image Below}  Here's to his Star Rising!!!</em></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLmmRYBPJD_kko31UVsM8XbzEUc0EkpnUVLNtnJWbnK1AqvNk3xse8k3ugvJd6XgMXacUqdiOtp2G2uhWefE4-auxKW766DY_T0hRkSMDefyz01BkPkN4xpMxacWO0Q7YXwbP0lPwzcAU/s1600/010.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLmmRYBPJD_kko31UVsM8XbzEUc0EkpnUVLNtnJWbnK1AqvNk3xse8k3ugvJd6XgMXacUqdiOtp2G2uhWefE4-auxKW766DY_T0hRkSMDefyz01BkPkN4xpMxacWO0Q7YXwbP0lPwzcAU/s1600/010.JPG" width="597" /></a></div><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em>Blessings from the Arizona Desert... Dawn... The Bohemian</em></div></div>

I Fell Off The Wagon

Perhaps I shouldn't have been so Proud, you know, patting Self on the back for the past Year for staying away from all Online Retail sit...

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Frivolity Aside... Back To The Emergency Room!

<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFUhMqwKv69kcmT9UyYAaPYzJKWLnPgFYYUaaXMckb4NNRsRuryxtNGomxOegjYNdQJcU0x0NBflZlFvWq0QfiuhudTlxp3DXjVbDfwMKRlwxi2wi0fBuvt7qf3dxJ9cOWRC99nvwLTkI/s1600/005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFUhMqwKv69kcmT9UyYAaPYzJKWLnPgFYYUaaXMckb4NNRsRuryxtNGomxOegjYNdQJcU0x0NBflZlFvWq0QfiuhudTlxp3DXjVbDfwMKRlwxi2wi0fBuvt7qf3dxJ9cOWRC99nvwLTkI/s1600/005.JPG" width="598" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>Well, No, it wasn't me this time that ended up in the ER yesterday... but as I was readying Princess T for her Pre-Surgical Consultation with the New Surgeon that Morning... and asking Prince R to get ready for School, he got a severe pain in his side and passed out in the Bathroom!!!  He came to, but still had the Pain... and my first thought was Appendicitis, so I wanted to get that checked out ASAP... well, as soon as The Princess' Consultation was done, since we've anxiously waited over a Year for THAT so I couldn't blow it off now, not when we're so close! </em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjs7X8Gex6E7fTZRmcAslEdfl4_zTywchB2LjLLPRTTIatYNQZ27g-aZEzg31f_7R1SsJiEJl_30ugG1rbnT7_0wBH8CAsB-eO679cOQhZCNBbCW6cAr4_weZMLvPXfQwag9Zia1HagH64/s1600/005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjs7X8Gex6E7fTZRmcAslEdfl4_zTywchB2LjLLPRTTIatYNQZ27g-aZEzg31f_7R1SsJiEJl_30ugG1rbnT7_0wBH8CAsB-eO679cOQhZCNBbCW6cAr4_weZMLvPXfQwag9Zia1HagH64/s1600/005.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em>Thankfully I'm used to juggling concurrent or consecutive Emergencies, especially Medical ones, with this Crew... so we just Rolled with it.  I gave him something to take the edge off his Pain and off we went to her Consultation with the ENT Doc.  He was Elderly and very Experienced... and he didn't seem to Care that I wasn't Mom!  *Whew!*  He let me sign off on everything necessary without any Drama and gave me the number to call for Scheduling of the Surgery.  He agreed this tumor needed to come out and could solve a lot of her other Medical Issues, or at least diminish some of them.  So I'm very Hopeful we'll FINALLY get this done and behind us... one less Monkey on our back!?</em></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhY9EoEHmIRqqxElB9aEOoUdMB1ngD2aDm624pAyZpUfq8crg0TPxfeBu22qiuJOb60p_nxw1aadnLFgjgNeh68qZG3YoqSR-kA1h5-WJhne5G2tDLXqGCjD6IzPiaZKeSUcDhUeVMWSCU/s1600/004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="536" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhY9EoEHmIRqqxElB9aEOoUdMB1ngD2aDm624pAyZpUfq8crg0TPxfeBu22qiuJOb60p_nxw1aadnLFgjgNeh68qZG3YoqSR-kA1h5-WJhne5G2tDLXqGCjD6IzPiaZKeSUcDhUeVMWSCU/s1600/004.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>We unceremoniously dumped The Princess off at School with her Return To School Paperwork and sped off to the ER for Prince R.  I was Hopeful we'd get done before she needed to be picked up from School five hours later... but you never know, especially this time of Year when the ER is flooded with Patients.   At least we got all the necessary Tests done on him before we had to leave to pick her up and even got the results of some of them.  Which Thankfully most were Negative for Appendicitis or anything affecting his Brain,  tho' his Liver Enzymes were elevated in other tests.  </em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcHzPr73_Ozo_kiXOY2UKR-JdA5CERq_OU3uiPlhZ6JJoctO4F9CHGOMeEUgLdyoeQJvRl35DI_qDZsfOdgSsQr1tDczXP1FUQ-ZBy1UQC6N2lBfAICDI0H2id3qMJGz6IrSa7dCk6vqU/s1600/001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="610" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcHzPr73_Ozo_kiXOY2UKR-JdA5CERq_OU3uiPlhZ6JJoctO4F9CHGOMeEUgLdyoeQJvRl35DI_qDZsfOdgSsQr1tDczXP1FUQ-ZBy1UQC6N2lBfAICDI0H2id3qMJGz6IrSa7dCk6vqU/s1600/001.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><em>So, we had to ask them to take the I.V. out of his arm and wait for results for other tests later, because we did run out of Time and had to go. I'd already Consented to Treatment, but he didn't want to stay without me while I picked his Sis up... and I didn't want him to unravel Mental Health Wise in my absence, neither did the Staff.   *LOL*  So we had to do what we had to do to keep him on the rails and off the Crazy Train... since he was already very Anxiety ridden and Obsessing about the I.V. being in his arm.  Handling Prince R in Obsessive Mode is like herding Cats.  We'll just follow-up with his Pediatrician and Specialists since it didn't appear life-threatening. *Whew, what a Relief!*  Today he seems much better and no Complaints, which is Good since we can't schedule an Appointment on the Weekend anyway.  And we haven't even done MY follow-ups yet!</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em></em> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAnJWKMs94XmxGBEl7Ht417zhgVTxJWHjb38odZoI-bcumjcRlGUB785YwOzoFiUcCGsFhqAK4rTW_Egh2IJbBu4qf9oL55CPK99uqRfs1KZTswfaFpxYDQ6LNTvRLBAcUvZHvPQnhM2U/s1600/031.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="600" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAnJWKMs94XmxGBEl7Ht417zhgVTxJWHjb38odZoI-bcumjcRlGUB785YwOzoFiUcCGsFhqAK4rTW_Egh2IJbBu4qf9oL55CPK99uqRfs1KZTswfaFpxYDQ6LNTvRLBAcUvZHvPQnhM2U/s1600/031.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><em>Being in Hospitals and Doctor's Office all day with the Kiddos was tough on me tho'... my blood sugars elevated considerably and I didn't feel so good.  So I was relieved to finally get Home and rest, take my Insulin injection and just try to Gel for the rest of the Night.  I was fantasizing about Desserts, which is Weird becoz I'm not much of a Dessert Person and rarely eat Dessert!  But I kept within my Diabetic Dietary boundaries in spite of strange Dessert fantasies!   Maybe it was a hallucination, the Dessert Thing, I dunno?!?  *LOL*  And No, I didn't have any Fruit Tartlets stashed in the house... this is an Archived Image of one, just to make a point!  *Smiles*</em></div><div align="center"> </div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuuLnRCmdumGuGnMa9bSILy41-shKpxcqC4iF4nbk8VXXy9ce8aLbrWFumGUFnY0Y7JAcmmxZKM0Fkgf_jv7nk3H1aKWsKIU2xGG3pPFvnCgWLnKoyKdab9CjaL4kE5d_OK_6TeZ6YL3o/s1600/007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuuLnRCmdumGuGnMa9bSILy41-shKpxcqC4iF4nbk8VXXy9ce8aLbrWFumGUFnY0Y7JAcmmxZKM0Fkgf_jv7nk3H1aKWsKIU2xGG3pPFvnCgWLnKoyKdab9CjaL4kE5d_OK_6TeZ6YL3o/s1600/007.JPG" width="552" /></a></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em>And now that I've put out some of the fires, it's back to some Frivolity for the Weekend... because I NEED it, I think we all do!   Not only in Real Life, but also here in the Beautiful Land of Blog, where we can Create our own little World of sorts, completely apart from Reality and filled with Illusions and Dreams if we want to.  *Winks*</em></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZDz8RcFtfZQFpCow5d8bg-sOgZGNIoqhK3vXVI7gfHp-qsfRIw7a5zwKfiD7bLtAn8HdVegCi-ZnSLrU4mDSc9060HIpRNVWka9y8o77-uw1qdLWkow5ryNRvrNbi719vTN47MJT6N9o/s1600/078.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZDz8RcFtfZQFpCow5d8bg-sOgZGNIoqhK3vXVI7gfHp-qsfRIw7a5zwKfiD7bLtAn8HdVegCi-ZnSLrU4mDSc9060HIpRNVWka9y8o77-uw1qdLWkow5ryNRvrNbi719vTN47MJT6N9o/s1600/078.JPG" width="598" /></a></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><em>Blessings from the Arizona Desert... 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Frivolity Aside... Back To The Emergency Room!

    Well, No, it wasn't me this time that ended up in the ER yesterday... but as I was readying Princess T for her Pre-Surgical Consulta...

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So... We Were Very Persuasive!

<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRR_1eKlrPc7owknIcce45bGkGtgs5eZ1NWqgXg8mRuvN-8WZxFRhZKJyDfUt4Ruj8LodRZetnszpVBo28Iwk60Y3SqE7CqGf3Y73eY56dHTp3x1fjnV8o1Tm_6oypmgzh_tv8C27vCZ0/s1600/017.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRR_1eKlrPc7owknIcce45bGkGtgs5eZ1NWqgXg8mRuvN-8WZxFRhZKJyDfUt4Ruj8LodRZetnszpVBo28Iwk60Y3SqE7CqGf3Y73eY56dHTp3x1fjnV8o1Tm_6oypmgzh_tv8C27vCZ0/s1600/017.JPG" width="592" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>Did I ever tell you I can be very Persuasive?  My Family prefer to use the word Relentless... but Persuasive just sounds more Refined doesn't it?  *LOL*   Yesterday Morning the Young Prince's Dad took time off Work to meet up with me and resolve the Issue of being unable to Register his Son in High School... due to me being 'Expired' and all as a Guardian... geez, you would think I was dead already given the terminology, huh?  *Bwahaha!*</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em></em> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6HzXgCbwXDtvCfjdyIiT2udgy4aGlXBQjCc5jE82v0keBZmuaEZS6Ui6qlivVRCD9o0D5ku_LOFOPsYeH5buUQn-2kop8T6PbZggui0ZNpAJE6d1osUJ_inE9hTN573qw1_r2tdhFmyY/s1600/022.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6HzXgCbwXDtvCfjdyIiT2udgy4aGlXBQjCc5jE82v0keBZmuaEZS6Ui6qlivVRCD9o0D5ku_LOFOPsYeH5buUQn-2kop8T6PbZggui0ZNpAJE6d1osUJ_inE9hTN573qw1_r2tdhFmyY/s1600/022.JPG" width="578" /></a></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em>Well, one would think that digging up at least one Parent would be good enuf and grease the Off The Rails Track that has become The System... it wasn't.   But we were Relentless... ummm, I mean Very Persuasive!  *Winks*   It was clear we weren't going away and were willing to do or sign whatever it takes to make the alleged 'Problem' go away... because we sure weren't gonna.  *Smiles*   So... now he's Registered... one less Monkey on my back... now I just have to wait for them to Schedule his IEP Meeting.   And the funny part about THAT is that they weren't 'certain' his Dad or I would be 'allowed' to sit in on that and be a part of it?!?   Huh?   Then what is the point of having the Meeting then, you ain't doing nothing to implement an Individualized Education Program for him without Family Consent... and BTW, we keep his Dad fully Informed... so it's a None-Issue that he doesn't Live with him, Okay, we're Unified on Ensuring his Best Interests!!  {Insert me giving big Sweet Calm Smile while Seething on the inside!}</em></div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0bGhfJp0UBbQ8Jm_hFk-X9VtB1sclHAmFQSqiPvzwEkPjC_VEC1EMxnyyXwYOcxy0UwBkWYJfk51iUI3SrnCoilQYdzFPpj7fuEXMYPRlXiSN5hrN6DIG_P-4Tdq11PNoVDHcY9-IHVw/s1600/025.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0bGhfJp0UBbQ8Jm_hFk-X9VtB1sclHAmFQSqiPvzwEkPjC_VEC1EMxnyyXwYOcxy0UwBkWYJfk51iUI3SrnCoilQYdzFPpj7fuEXMYPRlXiSN5hrN6DIG_P-4Tdq11PNoVDHcY9-IHVw/s1600/025.JPG" width="578" /></a></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em>We were very Calm and very Nice during the entire 'Process', we had to be, it was essential.  Never let them see you sweat or show weakness and get under your skin... even tho' the Tension in the room could be cut with a knife and Administrative Staff were scurrying around and having Private Meetings to try to figure out what to do with us?!   Us out there in the Lobby... who Clearly weren't going away or accepting No again as an answer, we were Stoic as Drugstore Indians.  If you're not part of the Solution, then you're part of the Problem in my book.  I was not in the Mood to have another day of Problems, I think that came across loud and clear.</em></div><div align="center"> </div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia9h5HLtRp9FGiCYQvQnbrOKqouT_PYVHJur_5Kq82r7ije_cj-qh9_8PRMaPCwOcHfTwEMw1gzwEy4fnksRCs5ov-OnYuUFzf5j-uDgl73IHYwG3IlAsjutjbM7aRIuIRCRD1Sd403zI/s1600/021.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="626" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia9h5HLtRp9FGiCYQvQnbrOKqouT_PYVHJur_5Kq82r7ije_cj-qh9_8PRMaPCwOcHfTwEMw1gzwEy4fnksRCs5ov-OnYuUFzf5j-uDgl73IHYwG3IlAsjutjbM7aRIuIRCRD1Sd403zI/s1600/021.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div align="center"><em>  </em></div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"><em>So... everyone was Smiles and Kumbayah when we left, funny how the Atmosphere suddenly changes and Attitudes bouy once someone is FINALLY bold and ballsy enough to make the decision to actually make a decision, even if it had to be by Committee so that nobody risked being the sole decision maker!   It just happens to be a Pet Peeve of mine when anyone allegedly in a Position of Authority won't exert it with confidence and from a position of strength rather than having to make every decision by Committee... to cover ass and have a whole Posse on the Line, just in case... can you tell?   I wasn't there to win Friends or influence Enemies, I just needed to Enroll our Kiddo in School... but since he'll have to go there for four Years, his Dad and I wanted no Drama or Bad Blood with Administration to set the Tone of his High School Years, it's too Important to his Future.  I think we accomplished that.  *Whew!*  On to The Next...</em></div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-0QC7zTrMaPDnaBQcNbFtMmnj0eP3DzE85GsA4qWPGR4aaf4pL1woFY-7972RFRYib6RkaMKN-C7ZZKf-JP9y7IAEd8JGYMzjkV8DB9kq7k1GJIFv2VEhJTHzrj8iS7m_vJc59UXa-gk/s1600/026.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-0QC7zTrMaPDnaBQcNbFtMmnj0eP3DzE85GsA4qWPGR4aaf4pL1woFY-7972RFRYib6RkaMKN-C7ZZKf-JP9y7IAEd8JGYMzjkV8DB9kq7k1GJIFv2VEhJTHzrj8iS7m_vJc59UXa-gk/s1600/026.JPG" width="619" /></a></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><em>Yeah, The Next... that would be later Today... when I meet with The Man's 'Team' at the VA Hospital in a Pow-Wow about his prospective Release and Follow-Up and try to Work my Powers of Persuasion there.  Apparently his Doc does not think he's quite ready for Release... I need to know Why?  His PTSD is in hyperdrive when they are keeping him against his Will... and against mine... since he was a Voluntary Admission and Signed himself in... and now he feels like a Hostage or POW which is freaking him out considerably!  I can tell every time he calls me that he's viewing them as the Enemy now, that's not good, he's not going to accept Help from a perceived Enemy he does not Trust and is holding him Captive.  The Caseworkers, Social Workers and Advocates will be there too, there are some Good Plans and Enriching Services being Offered and on the table for discussion, and I'm keeping an Open Mind, I only Hope that The Man can or will, we'll see?  I definitely Feel he's better off at Home, we Need and Miss him terribly, but I want to hear them out and discuss a Plan everyone is on board with.</em></div><div align="center"> </div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8GJT-leIgA6NppIYDgoNYT2cYXgnGlPm1aRGXhdA6gI_HqInzoQBzxU2Q15p5FZFMEKk_boMRSRaCR3jyr-8ob6b7BYzpav96fMFpxqcmmIv6xaYujYSbJjrR1fBGvvV1UI6DjYSGm0E/s1600/028.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="614" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8GJT-leIgA6NppIYDgoNYT2cYXgnGlPm1aRGXhdA6gI_HqInzoQBzxU2Q15p5FZFMEKk_boMRSRaCR3jyr-8ob6b7BYzpav96fMFpxqcmmIv6xaYujYSbJjrR1fBGvvV1UI6DjYSGm0E/s1600/028.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><em>It's perfectly Clear his Brain Damage cannot be 'Fixed'... and that I'm willing to take him as he is.  But I also want to Receive any of the Help that he can obtain from Earned Benefits he still has.  I'm not a Fool and I'm certainly not too Proud to Receive Help and Assistance, we Obviously need it, as much of it as we can get actually.  It's just difficult having a Peace about where he's at when I don't have complete Confidence in the Quality of Care he might receive from every Individual involved?  I Wish I could, but that's not Reality in Institutions where folks have to be Institutionalized... some are up to the job and Excellent with Residents... others are NOT!   I have plenty of 'Experience' with that regarding Loved Ones and too much Painful History to totally Trust anyone I don't know well.   You'd be aghast to know what some folks will do when they don't think anyone is looking or nobody will know... or perceive that their Victim is Helpless.</em></div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4-z6MffUIJkY9oUtaXuYeiZ_EsUFLoyy5vxuuu-SBPcjN1WsYp3C__L6Kxh5iS2u52nu9-gDs09Eh8N9Km7l8zmYRSs54ZOu10EvmUcoH4V3wr6gqriBZVRmEbPZFjOsnYlsJBJxERUE/s1600/011.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="636" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4-z6MffUIJkY9oUtaXuYeiZ_EsUFLoyy5vxuuu-SBPcjN1WsYp3C__L6Kxh5iS2u52nu9-gDs09Eh8N9Km7l8zmYRSs54ZOu10EvmUcoH4V3wr6gqriBZVRmEbPZFjOsnYlsJBJxERUE/s1600/011.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><em>And after the VA Meeting it will then be on to The Next... with The Next being Friday Morning when I FINALLY meet with the second Surgeon that Princess T has been referred to.  Hopefully one that will actually DO the necessary Emergency Surgery this time... the Surgery that has been put off now for almost a Year because the Surgeon at County Hospital refused... since I'm not Mom and all.  If this Surgeon or their Staff just happens to accidentally call me Mom too like the last ones, I'm Rolling with it... I'm not saying a thing to correct them this time, not a peep... and I'm Coaching Princess T not to either.  Just pretend we didn't hear them say it Okay, my Hearing ain't what it used to be anyway... and I am bringing her Nook to distract her so that she'll Zone Out in Techno Land like the Kiddos do and perhaps she won't hear anything they have to say anyway or care?  That's The Plan, just in Case... until this Family Court BS and Guardianship 'Issue' can be plowed thru and put this ongoing Drama to rest once and for all 'til they're Raised!?!  I don't need Ten more Years of this crap for sure!  Assuming I Hold Up for another Decade... we'll see what the Cards hold?!?</em></div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYBoJJlE5yXZsIxglTTpkxNndToOLrICFl9rBbQNtfbGStJIIQUtlRuRauGnuGZ1sCBFHzU5JHILkfuuVmbNEoKfkaFJneQGaIR2ezh5-7-2-y_zGyNFh3Msjx6AGDf3JyX47AiAMJRc4/s1600/015.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="597" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYBoJJlE5yXZsIxglTTpkxNndToOLrICFl9rBbQNtfbGStJIIQUtlRuRauGnuGZ1sCBFHzU5JHILkfuuVmbNEoKfkaFJneQGaIR2ezh5-7-2-y_zGyNFh3Msjx6AGDf3JyX47AiAMJRc4/s1600/015.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><em>See... things are looking up enough that I almost Feel as though I could get back to Happy Carefree Posts of Fluff again soon!?!  *Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh*  That would be Nice... then the only thing I'd have to be Persuasive about is what I can get a Deal on, right?  That's a piece of cake... compared to the rest!   Because remember, you don't always get what you Deserve in Life, you get what you successfully Negotiate!  *Winks*</em></div><div align="center"> </div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiMBtoDxHnlinuIrN6V4TNgEuhL_8uTPtKKSHH5sAtx-6iX8jr-Rp5soD8Hy6rQhapTLqvGTL3hyphenhyphenL2LmY8sMlJBKTrx1GSl7WLq088ZZCFPHX9kBVFDFAqm7xU8vswVOml6VR77YN9R18/s1600/016.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiMBtoDxHnlinuIrN6V4TNgEuhL_8uTPtKKSHH5sAtx-6iX8jr-Rp5soD8Hy6rQhapTLqvGTL3hyphenhyphenL2LmY8sMlJBKTrx1GSl7WLq088ZZCFPHX9kBVFDFAqm7xU8vswVOml6VR77YN9R18/s1600/016.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><em>May your Negotiations always be Persuasive and Work in your Favor towards a Successful End... And a Shout Out for a Happy Birthday to my Little Bro' Today, you Old Man you... Blessings from the Arizona Desert... Dawn... The Bohemian</em></div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"></div></div>

So... We Were Very Persuasive!

  Did I ever tell you I can be very Persuasive?  My Family prefer to use the word Relentless... but Persuasive just sounds more Refined does...

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Moving On... Quickly...

<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvf5ZDD1FLsD2XZ4shCJxW9ZnbvXcfOZsSjl4UnWhXWTaej_5JD4BlWDKM6XwzVGC18WUo7a5rvlGMN_2EUlr0LFA6NByQqc_48Dj5X94jtWv-Zq8GVbPNrC6mtLHrJQAlG5AllizlzZI/s1600/113.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvf5ZDD1FLsD2XZ4shCJxW9ZnbvXcfOZsSjl4UnWhXWTaej_5JD4BlWDKM6XwzVGC18WUo7a5rvlGMN_2EUlr0LFA6NByQqc_48Dj5X94jtWv-Zq8GVbPNrC6mtLHrJQAlG5AllizlzZI/s1600/113.JPG" width="608" /></a></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em>At this Season of Life I rarely do anything Quickly anymore, but moving on from Frustration was something I had to do Quickly since it wasn't a good Place to be in my head space.  It was also seriously messing with my Diabetic levels, so I needed to find my place of Zen again regardless of Circumstances and Chill.   I am seeking Advocacy for our complex 'Situation' and I'll remain Confident that the right doors will Open eventually and continue to remain in God's Grace while that Manifests.  I'm Tenacious so that works in my Favor.  *Winks*</em></div><div align="center"> </div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuLkd877BHd-CbVXlaU4xnE9QUlKo7XQNOYuQhYLSWe5vjoHoq05_Z7SuD_DMsppHE2TgqwHbuJH60OB1Ue_m1imdBuKOou47cm9evh3FBKd_l3kFtrm2pVeba4CtRKF2yNtgESYMySqA/s1600/005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="528" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuLkd877BHd-CbVXlaU4xnE9QUlKo7XQNOYuQhYLSWe5vjoHoq05_Z7SuD_DMsppHE2TgqwHbuJH60OB1Ue_m1imdBuKOou47cm9evh3FBKd_l3kFtrm2pVeba4CtRKF2yNtgESYMySqA/s1600/005.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>Last Night for Supper I had The G-Kid Force assist me in preparing Six Second Chicken Salad in our new Magic Bullet contraption... ahem, it does not work like the Infomercial... just sayin'... and close to half an hour later we settled on what it did do to mix up the ingredients into an unsightly, albiet delicious Chicken Salad!   Yes, it was the longest Six Seconds of our Life as The Young Prince proclaimed!!!  *LOL*  What can I say, I'm a Sucka for good Infomercials and I Wonder what Studio Magic they used while I Marveled at how the one on TV whipped everything up in a jiffy?!   In their half hour segment they prepared about a dozen meals... in our half our segment we got Chicken Salad that looked like Cat Food with chunks of Apples still poking out of it!  *Bwahaha!!!*</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrpRTwfmo0u8cbzTVO5-1qle75Nc093t8U1dSEM9RPyLVZeFGDpujz5hDZeBrrfTXhCfQ8BA7VT66ujcE9njl1D-FPruz61hO069QSuUy_vIc1WFyPGBAkTW9ctb7M29813zTcEFE1BHU/s1600/004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="548" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrpRTwfmo0u8cbzTVO5-1qle75Nc093t8U1dSEM9RPyLVZeFGDpujz5hDZeBrrfTXhCfQ8BA7VT66ujcE9njl1D-FPruz61hO069QSuUy_vIc1WFyPGBAkTW9ctb7M29813zTcEFE1BHU/s1600/004.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em></em> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em></em> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em> It didn't look spliced, it looked like they were actually doing it in Real Time with no Smoke and Mirrors... maybe they had a souped up version of the Machine, I dunno.  *Le Sigh*  But, on a Bright Note, it was exceptionally tasty and still easier than doing it the Old Fashioned way, and the Kiddos had a blast preparing a Meal with it, so we're just going to perfect our Techniques and figure it out.  *Winks*   Anything that makes Mealtimes less Stressful, Quicker and keeps the Force eager to eat, gets Five Stars and a Thumbs Up from me!</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em></em> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em></em> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmEQ6eYL3heYkHJdOvYTI8OsKvG7h7Iq7QMCK4bloMf7vTybce4nMcT5R1ZnjyhKWjMSoxE12bjydAK43Jawx8tdRmX0-ZlQwUpmSMRxHdSufFhyphenhyphenkMMH8Vp0rSUb94qePvyIyVtqD5lX8/s1600/009.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="570" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmEQ6eYL3heYkHJdOvYTI8OsKvG7h7Iq7QMCK4bloMf7vTybce4nMcT5R1ZnjyhKWjMSoxE12bjydAK43Jawx8tdRmX0-ZlQwUpmSMRxHdSufFhyphenhyphenkMMH8Vp0rSUb94qePvyIyVtqD5lX8/s1600/009.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em>Though sticking with the new Dietary restrictions has been effortless, and giving myself Injections and keeping all the other Meds straight has been Okay since I got into the Rhythm and Routine of it all... keeping my blood sugars stabilized hasn't been any more successful than while in the Hospital. Tho' I have gotten the stats lower than they were able to, so it's Progress I suppose.  When I get my Specialist Referral from the Base I Hope that Doc can figure it all out... and in the meantime, while I wait, I Plan to schedule a visit to my Eastern Medical Doc to enhance my Healing.</em></div><div align="center"> </div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4Zg9-0bn5GpVH6s0m89qLxdQExw3Cfhukv55YTfEKkBfffqTQXEqIJH5ymYmovzBmUjCpql_uN3AwLeBr6Bx6fgRO4cNl0Qetf_4dhg2H_1upBtfYPCfpWtoXq-iJvsZakReM7LQxKDw/s1600/027.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="512" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4Zg9-0bn5GpVH6s0m89qLxdQExw3Cfhukv55YTfEKkBfffqTQXEqIJH5ymYmovzBmUjCpql_uN3AwLeBr6Bx6fgRO4cNl0Qetf_4dhg2H_1upBtfYPCfpWtoXq-iJvsZakReM7LQxKDw/s1600/027.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em>It's a Strange Place to be, not feeling Well all the time... when you've been used to feeling completely Well, so it's an Adjustment for me.  Especially the Slowing way down and just letting things slide because I don't have the Energy to do so much of it, so it gets left undone and I have to be Okay with that.  My OCD doesn't like that part of the new limitations, Training my OCD to let things slide will be very much the Process, I'll Work on that.</em></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8XBG3AyVgw4viCuo4jfgMPedMcxKzMlfFeXo8ROzAWM6niP25yXb0iDhOi8-_wZkTHRxR2rPO7JU08O3YPix8g-M0DFLVCEtRPQuScFVzJ1BBtyRGocu7D3hPiuixZCujiLp9PeJXjRQ/s1600/030.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8XBG3AyVgw4viCuo4jfgMPedMcxKzMlfFeXo8ROzAWM6niP25yXb0iDhOi8-_wZkTHRxR2rPO7JU08O3YPix8g-M0DFLVCEtRPQuScFVzJ1BBtyRGocu7D3hPiuixZCujiLp9PeJXjRQ/s1600/030.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><em>Right now the larger Issues are getting Prince R Enrolled in High School, Hopefully this Morning with his Dad's Help... and then trying to spring The Man out of the VA Hospital High Flight Risk Psyche Ward, which is proving to be a more difficult Process than I anticipated.   It's not that I'm not Enjoying the Respite from the full time Care he requires, but he's regressing while there and going backwards in his Progress, which Concerns me.  I think he will do much better at Home, he's starting to behave like he did in the Acute Care Nursing Home and that's eradicating all the Progress we Worked so hard and tirelessly to achieve once he got Home.  </em></div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzxoQhKWvRRjBM6hnvtfiVM_VaABIWXWM9tMBOIzXejQh4IfgWNhH-fLFVFMYX-F2j5kbqaSKomG6xcGjUuQGQqNw58ISLDE5dt07M0I0mJ8ln9QDFr1CR1zHa9OiyCwG1vjfmgWz_Q_8/s1600/026.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzxoQhKWvRRjBM6hnvtfiVM_VaABIWXWM9tMBOIzXejQh4IfgWNhH-fLFVFMYX-F2j5kbqaSKomG6xcGjUuQGQqNw58ISLDE5dt07M0I0mJ8ln9QDFr1CR1zHa9OiyCwG1vjfmgWz_Q_8/s1600/026.JPG" width="526" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div align="center"><em>Also, I've already had to have one Employee written up and told I don't want anywhere near my Husband because of Cruel Care.  Thankfully the VA dealt with the guy expediently after the Complaint of mistreatment before The Man flipped and harmed him... or pointed him out to me, because we would have tag teamed that Fool straight up!   Security would have had their hands full pulling me off the guy after how he treated my Beloved!!!   Anyone who cannot treat the Mentally Ill or Brain Damaged with Dignity, Compassion and proper Care does not belong in the Industry of Caring for them, period!  Abuse or Neglect of the most Vulnerable in our Society is something I have ZERO tolerance for, and especially if it's a Loved One of MINE!!! </em></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghx5zlyFhEM7DsTd4wRT7ccF1_wy44wkIfI21303GOSDFgwVahPZ1REpsrY6w1lhYAwgc9kPH8Vu2f23kBem_U-80gumyMnktODvs96eYuKvK24dZzYni4k5oXkyjRQ7Mt3Xe50hAMKz8/s1600/017.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="510" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghx5zlyFhEM7DsTd4wRT7ccF1_wy44wkIfI21303GOSDFgwVahPZ1REpsrY6w1lhYAwgc9kPH8Vu2f23kBem_U-80gumyMnktODvs96eYuKvK24dZzYni4k5oXkyjRQ7Mt3Xe50hAMKz8/s1600/017.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"><em> It's particularly Disgraceful for our Disabled Veterans to be treated like that at the VA when they've gone for Help and you've Entrusted your Spouse to them to Care for during a Health Crisis!!!   I'll come straight out of the bag for someone mistreating my Loved Ones and make it my Mission in Life to take them down and ensure they never work again with the Disabled, the Elderly, our Veterans or Children.  I wouldn't even leave my Cats in the Care of a Mean or Incompetent Person... I'm sure as Hell not leaving my Husband in the Care of one!   So I want The Man out of there and will be working with a VA Advocate and Caseworker towards that means.  The Man wanted to kill that jerk 'Sitter' Assigned to him and that guy is actually fortunate that in spite of the TBI, my Husband was able to muster sufficient restraint not to instinctively defend himself... or it would have been very bad and I don't want to get that kind of News.</em></div><div align="center"> </div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlSQWwAywNw2lHS72Dw8yO1PvG02QAjU2TnPOtjHLV7cQT_UelACTfrWav5tHE6m_88uJHNJZNBr9idVAGQKyd0Zg-o-Ff43ijzD34u7-YifEAwWpocNI-HyjNbIxutg8Odo-Hpmmzc84/s1600/040.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlSQWwAywNw2lHS72Dw8yO1PvG02QAjU2TnPOtjHLV7cQT_UelACTfrWav5tHE6m_88uJHNJZNBr9idVAGQKyd0Zg-o-Ff43ijzD34u7-YifEAwWpocNI-HyjNbIxutg8Odo-Hpmmzc84/s1600/040.JPG" width="570" /></a></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><em>In spite of all this Drama tho' I'm trying to get to a Place where I can just Create Happy Posts again... the kind I initially Desired to Saturate my Blog with.  I like reading and Visiting Happy Posts and Blogs... and even tho' I still try to Saturate my Difficult Read Posts with Pretty Images, and the Dark or Rant Posts Serve their Purpose too... I'd much rather have Carefree Posts and Fluff to Write about and Cover!  *LOL*  I know, that might seem shallow in some respects, but I'm Keeping It Real and 100%... Fluff and Carefree Topics have helped me hang on to my Sanity and give the Illusion of Normalcy to Crazy Days, so don't discount their therapeutic Value!  *Smiles*</em></div><div align="center"> </div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKCyEtBC6YO_PQyVj5emiUCyJPxZ_0gatr6e2CZYspSPnJZOsMtnRZ9PFz-ZI_RliqHiT3QXc5rozNsY7UaY_Xx8N3td2ivvmq74BmnEF6pN9BruFigUhKJsch6zGl1tb4bDVKQCFR7aE/s1600/006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKCyEtBC6YO_PQyVj5emiUCyJPxZ_0gatr6e2CZYspSPnJZOsMtnRZ9PFz-ZI_RliqHiT3QXc5rozNsY7UaY_Xx8N3td2ivvmq74BmnEF6pN9BruFigUhKJsch6zGl1tb4bDVKQCFR7aE/s1600/006.JPG" width="626" /></a></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"><em>I've sometimes heard folks say that they don't understand why people preoccupy themselves with things that don't matter when there's so much to concentrate on that does matter in the World?  I'll tell you why... or at least my version of why I sometimes distract myself with the Fluff of Life.  Because the things that matter are Heavy... and Weighty things take up a lot of Energy and most of your Strength and Resources... so sometimes you need to conserve your finite Resources to make a difference... that's where the Fluff of Life comes in handy.  No, it doesn't really matter, that Fluff, it's not Important really in the grand scheme of things... but Beauty in and of itself is Powerful and brings something to the table that is Valuable, even Priceless.  I always try to Create Beauty in our Lives while we deal with what really matters, but we cannot concentrate on the Weighty Stuff all of the time, it wouldn't be Healthy and we'd likely cease to be Effective or Encouraged eventually... if there wasn't also some Fluff to land in or on.</em></div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUdgbU5Cz8x24HXPjLZWBj5zvCtv2_3YErPlr3YCPNHC-mqTAB1sZoNPvOrQsks39AOVQKqeHXS17oydNinZO7V7t4aWghggVPlQlgU4pZf86bIqCjuKfBmFNJb9aIvZ6pLuHaRWizSpI/s1600/003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUdgbU5Cz8x24HXPjLZWBj5zvCtv2_3YErPlr3YCPNHC-mqTAB1sZoNPvOrQsks39AOVQKqeHXS17oydNinZO7V7t4aWghggVPlQlgU4pZf86bIqCjuKfBmFNJb9aIvZ6pLuHaRWizSpI/s1600/003.JPG" width="480" /></a></div><div align="center"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>So here's to landing on or in some really Great Fluff... that helps us break our Free Fall and adds that layer of Protection when the Deep, Heavy things that matter can become dicey... and be more than we can deal with all of the time without a Break...  may you Immerse yourself in some Delightful Fluff every now and again, just to see how it Feels for you... I find it to be very Comfortable and Comforting... so you see, it does matter too.</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiexanVWlsdLr6-QbnGE22-I03t24U6CMAQY94LjcKsfgyVDRDEql-09_zUvNI9bor36Zg1VdOlItAUhqjVL0PrtfjQuGOv0H4R4rmfVZFM75PsklQ91mNlGcxQCIH_z8HBcEQCUJPSPpQ/s1600/027.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiexanVWlsdLr6-QbnGE22-I03t24U6CMAQY94LjcKsfgyVDRDEql-09_zUvNI9bor36Zg1VdOlItAUhqjVL0PrtfjQuGOv0H4R4rmfVZFM75PsklQ91mNlGcxQCIH_z8HBcEQCUJPSPpQ/s1600/027.JPG" width="591" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>Blessings from the Arizona Desert... 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