Apothecary Madness

<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/AVvXsEjzmKro0mmENkkzhcOOthyphenhyphenoIz9pgz750y2qd9z5pEj6Hq-QWdN9fkvIRrg12i2nBKjVjGADC59In_TlG-gFmt-jJwWUUguerTtT5PUJfCgoviDjv-FUjug7XSmPTnbsPdRl-STHVBx_wlOR/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/AVvXsEjzmKro0mmENkkzhcOOthyphenhyphenoIz9pgz750y2qd9z5pEj6Hq-QWdN9fkvIRrg12i2nBKjVjGADC59In_TlG-gFmt-jJwWUUguerTtT5PUJfCgoviDjv-FUjug7XSmPTnbsPdRl-STHVBx_wlOR/s640/027.JPG" width="480" /></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>Since I'm Home Ministering to the Sick and Injured, who don't enjoy being Sick & Injured so they're Cranky, emotionally raw and uncooperative most of the time, I'm taking Solace and little Escapes into brief Moments of Archived Eyegasm that I Photographed and haven't used yet in Posts.</em></div><div align="center"><em>Today's focus was on Apothecary Madness... I have a fascination with Vintage Apothecary and especially any with Cool Labels attached.</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/AVvXsEgDQwJFkByNmKhwlv_UzRhcTaoWV_wtNOdHO1lgPveaS20H7yBU29VOjTvb6SG5irj8F2nP8YOu5aQsmtciH4uJyuhdEskO9IC_Dfl6eB6PubzxE2bZ8lRGxTfG3dEUfnz1v-oMqHtmjVAR/s1600/028.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDQwJFkByNmKhwlv_UzRhcTaoWV_wtNOdHO1lgPveaS20H7yBU29VOjTvb6SG5irj8F2nP8YOu5aQsmtciH4uJyuhdEskO9IC_Dfl6eB6PubzxE2bZ8lRGxTfG3dEUfnz1v-oMqHtmjVAR/s640/028.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 class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>It is Ideal if the Labels are Original, but even if they're reproduced and Pleasing to the Eye and add Interest I'm still Madly drawn to them.  My Friend Myko really must stop bringing in her Fab Stash of Apothecary Inventory to <a href="http://www.brassarmadillo.com/phoenixwest"><strong><span style="color: #666666;">THE BRASS ARMADILLO WEST</span></strong></a> and <a href="http://www.facebook.com/AquaMarinaAntiques"><strong><span style="color: #134f5c;">AquaMarina Antiques</span></strong></a> Showroom... it's Torturing me!  *LOL*  My Hope is they'll all Sell quickly as other Apothecary Enthusiasts Discover the Bounty of them!</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/AVvXsEhAuS61vv5qJuhZ_KW4NgJ-QIHpljvpFZU_CgluVTZZ69LTlylNuW6Y2KeiHOUGOnCUgMpn31bPtBXhD4MfTKB5D30zJuI_C0kxqLUFv92S5iG6PFlIB_tUUUL_l1_ReUl9BGRQhGN_rbeA/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/AVvXsEhAuS61vv5qJuhZ_KW4NgJ-QIHpljvpFZU_CgluVTZZ69LTlylNuW6Y2KeiHOUGOnCUgMpn31bPtBXhD4MfTKB5D30zJuI_C0kxqLUFv92S5iG6PFlIB_tUUUL_l1_ReUl9BGRQhGN_rbeA/s640/030.JPG" width="480" /></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>I keep Envisioning a Collection of them in some really great Halloween Vignette in a Home... preferably MY Home, but I'll be Okay if it's your Home... a <u>little</u> Okay... I could be Happy for you 'Scoring' some, lets just go with that. *Smiles*</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/AVvXsEhaORLAOe9LNWgRvec9qYwclvp-Z6QGUK7oT0lu1Y3oD354_Rg_dvYWDkWN7-D_4DSyziZxEcUNOQOYVc-Z3rkQNgo5tam23x3L1X3eXTPp61Liow8xpzH04hx0Xgt5GxqEJXsdpKenFzr-/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/AVvXsEhaORLAOe9LNWgRvec9qYwclvp-Z6QGUK7oT0lu1Y3oD354_Rg_dvYWDkWN7-D_4DSyziZxEcUNOQOYVc-Z3rkQNgo5tam23x3L1X3eXTPp61Liow8xpzH04hx0Xgt5GxqEJXsdpKenFzr-/s640/026.JPG" width="492" /></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>And even though I was just looking and doing a Photo Shoot of it all... though entirely Pleasurable... I confess that a part of me was Jonesin'!  When you're really Wishing you had some and linger longer than usual, because they're just Perfect... well, I don't have to tell you do I... you've "been there" at some time or another while Beholding something you really Love and Collect.</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/AVvXsEjiGyOYKf0KiIqTKOLXggx_IYAh1TP-_hoyyx14msLo5UOkXxzeV1KUrXEaFn6WA5qg3S6amN-Kitekch9595pcWg8v7BAMmA1N_Reub_gWmYsUGRONO7DaQI3FWxhfbJgZVNvX_0JTLJ1d/s1600/026.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="590" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiGyOYKf0KiIqTKOLXggx_IYAh1TP-_hoyyx14msLo5UOkXxzeV1KUrXEaFn6WA5qg3S6amN-Kitekch9595pcWg8v7BAMmA1N_Reub_gWmYsUGRONO7DaQI3FWxhfbJgZVNvX_0JTLJ1d/s640/026.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><br /><div align="center"><em>So I had to remind myself to be Content to just Enjoy the Visuals and how Lovely the Arrangement of them are and Delight in Window Shopping... like when I was a Child.  Remember those Main Street Shop Windows with the Magic happening and your face was pressed up against the glass as your Imagination Transported you and it was all  yours in your Mind's Eye!?   It happens often when I enter their Showroom but I can't resist Entering and Beholding!  Good thing they don't have Window Glass or I'd be leaving smudges all over it! *Smiles*  Since she and I have similar Passions, Collections and Tastes I always know she's going to have great stuff that I will have to Resist and remind myself I'm still Editing, Purging, & Selling primarily... and NOT buying and trading Collections with my Friends!  *Smiles*</em></div><div align="center"><em></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/AVvXsEiLqI6LszdCX_qe6Sw4jYesJWBFQJfBNpY6PHhWW12D7yeVbGov_oQxK3gTkcBRPCy-_w6-se8jFhfdcUHr0_M_t7oWYEa2PdozqfvRT8nfGS4sSnzgWKwAQWhWzR6yqKoa84zrsJFgYnHa/s1600/032.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="510" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLqI6LszdCX_qe6Sw4jYesJWBFQJfBNpY6PHhWW12D7yeVbGov_oQxK3gTkcBRPCy-_w6-se8jFhfdcUHr0_M_t7oWYEa2PdozqfvRT8nfGS4sSnzgWKwAQWhWzR6yqKoa84zrsJFgYnHa/s640/032.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em>I know I could be one of her Best Customers... they joke that I am... and I have Caved on occassion when I have budgeted for a little splurge now and again.  But the splurges have had to be tempered in recent times... I think we've all been "there" too haven't we?  But I do find a type of Contentment in just Looking and Photographing as well... and over Time it is becoming enough and that is good.</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/AVvXsEhxxrtxQSUKiuDdIqtaaUQAPbpWVrG599R1LnAb5DVRLXY5Y1TpbwRGTojtza9h-9vFDU9RZFIX59PN8pUBjl2jYrKy9uLtglITZTkz2FrYuq-75_VbszZ85Isxg4NiNO9iZpXW-KJ9bQNw/s1600/031.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="446" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxxrtxQSUKiuDdIqtaaUQAPbpWVrG599R1LnAb5DVRLXY5Y1TpbwRGTojtza9h-9vFDU9RZFIX59PN8pUBjl2jYrKy9uLtglITZTkz2FrYuq-75_VbszZ85Isxg4NiNO9iZpXW-KJ9bQNw/s640/031.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><em>Maybe at some point I can pass by anything that I'm Passionate about and may even have a Collection of... and no longer feel any Desire to "add to"... but I'm not quite there yet.  My Past is too filled with those years when it wasn't possible at all, either due to particular circumstance or space constraints when I was more Nomadic and traveled so light.  So now that it is a possibility at times, and I've put down roots finally, well, I rather Enjoy having nice things that I Save for and sometimes have the ability to procure and build a stash of.  It is a Rush... and a lot of Fun to seek out and surround yourself with that which you consider Beautiful & fascinating or holds some Nostalgic Memory you Cherish.</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/AVvXsEgwDrDIsekyZOV_qF7JiKZCDhfC-Q89mATxISgOVR1JDoCln4XMdCSIT2qEzreh40iHFsmg4hnlVXUEgz_ALs9JvKCC4et1hpGhBtCRbG59jacQAhgqvWY-tzTAEXTrh4nLK4E47ZwPFhOA/s1600/011.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwDrDIsekyZOV_qF7JiKZCDhfC-Q89mATxISgOVR1JDoCln4XMdCSIT2qEzreh40iHFsmg4hnlVXUEgz_ALs9JvKCC4et1hpGhBtCRbG59jacQAhgqvWY-tzTAEXTrh4nLK4E47ZwPFhOA/s640/011.JPG" width="480" /></a></div><br /><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><em>And I'm not alone in my Madness for this Thrill Of The Hunt... I bumped into my Sweet Friend Chelsea doing exactly the same thing... BUSTED!  *Winks*  And so we strolled along together fueling our Desire to at least Behold it all... even if we can't own it all!  *Smiles*  What are you absolutely Mad about my Friends?  Do tell... I'm having a Rare Moment of complete "Me Time" and I'm all ears now... and eyes if you wanna Share a Visual!  *Smiles*  And I could be Happy for you... I really could... just don't even hint that you'll offer it up for Sale & Torture me, 'Kay... pretend if you will that it's NFS... that I can handle!!!  *LOL* </em></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><em>Blessings from the Arizona Desert... Dawn... The Bohemian</em></div></div>

Apothecary Madness

    Since I'm Home Ministering to the Sick and Injured, who don't enjoy being Sick & Injured so they're Cranky, emotionally ...

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Quiet Reflection...

<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/AVvXsEiHTjo7qeBxaUyD3LW7WKGLauHfRf2a-Q_ouaoAsSEcAHrgzPC5YGIP-wplkMM82twvXwgK2ik0pDsjVetZsykV4cyq5JuSMSdNWngsIMIsafP4qIGEOu1ovolaBG4O_B_JkTZqoJFl6Tsd/s1600/view4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHTjo7qeBxaUyD3LW7WKGLauHfRf2a-Q_ouaoAsSEcAHrgzPC5YGIP-wplkMM82twvXwgK2ik0pDsjVetZsykV4cyq5JuSMSdNWngsIMIsafP4qIGEOu1ovolaBG4O_B_JkTZqoJFl6Tsd/s640/view4.jpg" width="425" /></a></div><div align="center"><em><strong><span style="color: #45818e;">Source: Pinterest</span></strong></em></div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"><em><strong><span style="color: black;">After spending most of an Afternoon in the ER with Princess T resulting from a serious School Playground Injury to her arm and an upsetting back-end Story to go along with the Injury... one that is very Emotionally charged and raw for me & will require me demanding a School Meeting in the Morning... I have been in Quiet Reflection... I have had to be.  I don't want to go into the details and get myself all worked up even more and there is good reason for that.</span></strong></em></div><div align="center"><strong><em></em></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><em>You see, I don't like Reacting from a place of pure Emotion... and the Emotion of Anger in particular.  And it is in Quiet Reflection that I find my Peace and a Balance that will Serve me better.  Even if one feels a sense of righteous indignation and putting a wrong right by revealing something that needs to be addressed, I really still feel there is a right and a wrong way to go about it to get results that have a Positive impact. </em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em></em></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><em>But isn't it hard sometimes?  Especially when Emotions get in the way because something or someone is very close to the Heart and an injustice has been done?  And that is what I want to Reflect and Meditate upon.   And not just about this incident... though it could certainly be a Topic worthy of a Post... I'd rather focus on my Reaction TO IT... and Reactions in general, especially those we could make from a place of pure Emotion, whatever that Emotion happens to be.  </em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em></em></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><em>Though I don't consider myself to be an Emotional person, I do find myself often being a Reactive one.  </em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em></em></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><em></em></strong> </div><strong><em></em></strong><br /><strong><em></em></strong><br /><strong><em><div class="dt_fl"><strong>e·mo·tion·al</strong></div><div class="sn_pronTxt dt_fl">[ i mṓshən'l ] </div><a h="ID=SERP,5339.1" href="http://www.bing.com/caption/image/?bid=j%2f1aYDWwUYWJ7Q&bn=EDPG&FORM=DTPDIA"><div class="sw_play" style="float: left;"></div></a><div class="ans3"><ol class="sc_ol1 dt_ol"><li>expressing emotion: relating to or expressing emotion</li><li>easily affected by emotions: being by nature easily affected by or quick to express emotions</li><li>affected by emotion: affected or characterized by emotion, especially sadness</li></ol></div></em></strong><br /><div align="center"> </div><strong><em></em></strong><br /><strong><em></em></strong><br /><strong><em><div class="dt_fl"><strong>re·ac·tive</strong></div><div class="sn_pronTxt dt_fl">[ ree áktiv ] </div><a h="ID=SERP,5299.1" href="http://www.bing.com/caption/image/?bid=u1BU3cg%2bdhnWhQ&bn=EDPG&FORM=DTPDIA"><div class="sw_play" style="float: left;"></div></a><div class="ans3"><ol class="sc_ol1 dt_ol"><li>reacting: tending to react to events and situations rather than initiating or instigating them</li><li>reacting chemically: taking part in a chemical reaction</li><li>caused by stimuli or events: describes a psychiatric condition caused by situations or stimuli such as the behavior of other people or the death of a loved one</li></ol></div><br /><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Upon Quiet Reflection I realize that unless there are particular stimuli, events & situations that cause me to be Reactive in a Negative way, I go through Life rather Blissfully Positive because that is how I choose and prefer to Be.  And though I try not to allow circumstance, people or Negative energies to disturb my Peace, quite often I can still be faced with a choice of how to React because I'm confronted with something or someone that does cause a Reactive Response of some kind.   I'd like to say that I always think before I React, but sometimes I don't.  And since I know myself well it has become my habit to try to refrain from an initial knee-jerk Reaction until I can React from a place that is not pure Emotion and has more Reason & Reflection to it as well!  I'm not always successful, it depends on how close to my Heart the Issue at hand tends to be.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">So sometimes I'm Grateful for the delay in receiving all the information that I need to Process and will require a Response, no matter how unfortunate or unjust the situation... just to give me the Blessing of some additional Time... to Quietly Reflect... and <u>then</u> to React.<br /><br />A "Later" FOOTNOTE: I'm Happy to report that the sane and sensible approach worked out well this Morning at the Meeting. I was promised that we would be notified in the future of any and every injury so as to ensure that no unnecessary delays in seeking medical attention will be risked.  All our concerns were respectfully addressed and we're hoping that the follow-up Medical attention after the swelling subsides will reveal that she hasn't broken or fractured the limb, though she is still in pain and a soft cast & sling. I feel so badly for my precious G-Baby Girl & want her to always feel secure, safe and comfortable that when something happens responsible adults will respond appropriately in the future and she will be listened to respectfully even though she's a child and not have any needless suffering or anxieties about not knowing what to do if the adults do nothing.  She did everything I had always trained her to do, it is unfortunate that the adults didn't respond as they should have.  I'm so glad I had a Morning of Prayer and Meditation to have the right words and Spirit to address the situation in a way that had the best and most Positive of outcomes.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Blessings from the Arizona Desert... Dawn... The Bohemian</div></em><div align="center"><br /></div></strong><br /><div align="center"></div></div>

Quiet Reflection...

Source: Pinterest     After spending most of an Afternoon in the ER with Princess T resulting from a serious School Playground Injury to her...

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Moving Slowly Forward With Halloween Styling...

<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/AVvXsEg7uMjj8c9y03VRCbPjX8tAv_TBhr3WSxkEHyAy4Oa_zVU7jIgTj0KpveHZlP8k0Q-yFgeJH16zx48PyRws3nNolpVklt5UU3HG7R8KVcOuKAQXEuFtouabVwTBicW0m1_rw6p9cE2OTu3O/s1600/012.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7uMjj8c9y03VRCbPjX8tAv_TBhr3WSxkEHyAy4Oa_zVU7jIgTj0KpveHZlP8k0Q-yFgeJH16zx48PyRws3nNolpVklt5UU3HG7R8KVcOuKAQXEuFtouabVwTBicW0m1_rw6p9cE2OTu3O/s640/012.JPG" width="520" /></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, after getting my Sick Rant out of the way in yesterday's Post I felt ready to move slowly forward with Halloween Styling... with the Prompting of my Super Hero Sidekick who was battling her own bouts with Infirmity.</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;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhbMctYVuVwWMIJRcazjYEgPG-WUS5KuhBMLYGzRgA51A-4hgTHbTBeKUVWq0HzIUQ7sTSBBnGzmurn2dvZ5jrDYhAuKCHcRkVse4ZPdxQw8kJfkLtagAq6NYKIZyAiwlNcusm4LC4_UPo/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/AVvXsEhhbMctYVuVwWMIJRcazjYEgPG-WUS5KuhBMLYGzRgA51A-4hgTHbTBeKUVWq0HzIUQ7sTSBBnGzmurn2dvZ5jrDYhAuKCHcRkVse4ZPdxQw8kJfkLtagAq6NYKIZyAiwlNcusm4LC4_UPo/s640/006.JPG" width="528" /></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>But the Rant was necessary to dispel something a bit close to Panic... you see, I have barely two weeks left now before I move into my long Dreamed of Showroom at the Antique Mall, which I know will be a lot of Work, and so the last thing I need is to be sidelined with any hint of Infirmity at a crucial and most inopportune time.</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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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/AVvXsEgiTY9IyTsE6OyfSuC1I0AU_Mht9Ma5sE2HdmybtkjteVuUvyHAssYmfJwMtO9bI7ZToMLCrozyIXJVWk1ch4sQBqkm8V2YtQ7QKWsWSZEsi3S8m24f3cOccGsN8-RPKfujWNAlBJN9x48L/s1600/015.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiTY9IyTsE6OyfSuC1I0AU_Mht9Ma5sE2HdmybtkjteVuUvyHAssYmfJwMtO9bI7ZToMLCrozyIXJVWk1ch4sQBqkm8V2YtQ7QKWsWSZEsi3S8m24f3cOccGsN8-RPKfujWNAlBJN9x48L/s640/015.JPG" width="552" /></a></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em>Nothing perks a couple of Stylist Addicts up quite like the 'Fix' of a Styling Project after all... it's our drug of choice!  *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/AVvXsEiNImBGZ1Ybz0sAuzgSPA0ZcIJw4-2qc_LsbuEdcZVEUILI51s9ykSpx_gY5gy36SIp8z4j_Z5lSB4gbRFlCki_95y4HVQpoDsFbI4BNaQ3qDGc23ykVRqD1rOEo0bQ42-hoBtjL3NY_6ls/s1600/002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="530" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNImBGZ1Ybz0sAuzgSPA0ZcIJw4-2qc_LsbuEdcZVEUILI51s9ykSpx_gY5gy36SIp8z4j_Z5lSB4gbRFlCki_95y4HVQpoDsFbI4BNaQ3qDGc23ykVRqD1rOEo0bQ42-hoBtjL3NY_6ls/s640/002.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>Yea, tho' neither of us is keen on mundane thankless housework that provides no Artistic Outlet or Inspiration... Styling the Home is quite another story... we totally dig it.  And so she didn't exactly have to twist my arm, I figured if we took it easy and just Styled the Table, we could do this and it would probably make both of us Feel a bit better... at least in Spirit!</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/AVvXsEgQ2HLaKGr5vug1fhF8VD0H5x69sioQUBiSWCevLb3Gx6UnvmNUOqMDvzmlcHHsx4ShDpSL8yjMcwiWpabFOeAvCPCt-d_i9F0TfH0I5pK5wCpNdKNCoWpN_SRlL7NVAhCgZz91LtMP7eSe/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/AVvXsEgQ2HLaKGr5vug1fhF8VD0H5x69sioQUBiSWCevLb3Gx6UnvmNUOqMDvzmlcHHsx4ShDpSL8yjMcwiWpabFOeAvCPCt-d_i9F0TfH0I5pK5wCpNdKNCoWpN_SRlL7NVAhCgZz91LtMP7eSe/s640/016.JPG" width="554" /></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>The smaller Front Kitchen is the most used Kitchen because it's not where we cook, but it is where the G-Kid Force spends more time eating & doing Homework... and where everyone Entertains Guests, Congregates and spends some part of their day.  It is also one of the Sunniest Rooms in the entire House so it's always Bright and Cheerful from Sunup to Sundown.  A Home with two Kitchens is actually quite handy and one of the Quirks we Love about this Ole' House.</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/AVvXsEiCESKwuovRlpPLXMtZNQWHmyQkVN5doao29rNWC-NO3Ccr4V6GGvxp-uYB6e9xbqyF5ua1kl3QhDBq3F3NxoNmYBQrv6FwATd53Vy_dOQ0T6_zQkv_8hltrLoBevGbLbMIs3eoU6akRzhc/s1600/001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="510" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCESKwuovRlpPLXMtZNQWHmyQkVN5doao29rNWC-NO3Ccr4V6GGvxp-uYB6e9xbqyF5ua1kl3QhDBq3F3NxoNmYBQrv6FwATd53Vy_dOQ0T6_zQkv_8hltrLoBevGbLbMIs3eoU6akRzhc/s640/001.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>Alas, being one of the most USED Rooms in the Home also means that it can become the most disastrous & untidy regularly, requiring the most Clean-Up and diligence to keep it in Order.  As you know from previous Rant Post, when you're under the weather that can be even more Challenging than usual, so said Table was in disarray prior to the major foof & Styling.  So other than the G-Kid's Bedroom, this is the Room I have the most battles and Screamfests about the Condition of on a regular basis.  *Winks*</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/AVvXsEi-6pHbGLulfnWae7nhgdoURKjS1Kcnjd6GQ5ce3bHDzg6gEuhffpucNdXemP7vwZflo11_9fuWIpOVtTP4VZB1C9dFMeBgkK_AA3NZb1XRTe5mGUgA9xhGYoMMBW5ZJ5qbkLsb9nbdY-1s/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/AVvXsEi-6pHbGLulfnWae7nhgdoURKjS1Kcnjd6GQ5ce3bHDzg6gEuhffpucNdXemP7vwZflo11_9fuWIpOVtTP4VZB1C9dFMeBgkK_AA3NZb1XRTe5mGUgA9xhGYoMMBW5ZJ5qbkLsb9nbdY-1s/s640/007.JPG" width="576" /></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>And so even having one small portion of it in Order and Styled makes a huge difference to my Psyche and sense of Well-Being.  So Princess T's Suggestion was an Excellent one... I was finally getting some Help and Cooperation from a willing <strike>Victim</strike>... um, I mean, Volunteer! *Winks*  BTW: This particular Skully's Fabric Button Eyes are bothering Princess T because they don't match perfectly.  That Kid is more OCD than me!  *LOL*</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;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgU04pHGsPkzuqofNT5Nn6lUULVd31ZN9TL_i6HGW6Xzst3ODD6tABJ-kuoAVIcsY8YtTMgx-ZaYm05onZtAHo8ONRr9BO8o-hhV6dyFPm-hFbi-7WdB8GLvFim9y1r5WjMCiE7Yqns-2A9/s1600/014.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgU04pHGsPkzuqofNT5Nn6lUULVd31ZN9TL_i6HGW6Xzst3ODD6tABJ-kuoAVIcsY8YtTMgx-ZaYm05onZtAHo8ONRr9BO8o-hhV6dyFPm-hFbi-7WdB8GLvFim9y1r5WjMCiE7Yqns-2A9/s640/014.JPG" width="562" /></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>But she picked out all the Bohemian Bling we'd attach to these Pumpkins... the ones in this Room are Velour or Lace & Fabric Pumpkins so they are washable... which is handy since they're in a much used space that sees a lot of Kid Traffic.</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/AVvXsEj-l_TrNhaII2BSsYd4oYgaQCebz6Vl1qTlqJ_oD2pvGrPkTQ9Q-RzxWuKGrIBHkmQqpsnkmMmTEaO0eSjEA6Jjz_PsLGkaLeKQ4ZjjxXUygEufpX2QGwT2ys6OVYRedelE3SONJm4b_GIK/s1600/011.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-l_TrNhaII2BSsYd4oYgaQCebz6Vl1qTlqJ_oD2pvGrPkTQ9Q-RzxWuKGrIBHkmQqpsnkmMmTEaO0eSjEA6Jjz_PsLGkaLeKQ4ZjjxXUygEufpX2QGwT2ys6OVYRedelE3SONJm4b_GIK/s640/011.JPG" width="502" /></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 really did have a Fun Time putting it all together and then doing the Photo Shoot.</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/AVvXsEhPZ4OKri4gdhIrkUAGWLaVhFDeYTuHJguRWH_ptZfWQsZA__7GR8sadALafgm_wyEECjltA33oy9LGgMVaUbP9bPO8c_yJfYy5YurNNBwx7e6Zd2pTYOGcmRfALynbpWD3sgUQqMCOPsy3/s1600/004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="514" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPZ4OKri4gdhIrkUAGWLaVhFDeYTuHJguRWH_ptZfWQsZA__7GR8sadALafgm_wyEECjltA33oy9LGgMVaUbP9bPO8c_yJfYy5YurNNBwx7e6Zd2pTYOGcmRfALynbpWD3sgUQqMCOPsy3/s640/004.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>Of coarse you know the Diva Hambone had to get in on some of the Photo Shoot.  *Winks*  But she'd certainly earned it, she worked very hard alongside 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/AVvXsEjR1-j-fDmvb-igZW8MoMpacnb2lSUVt6saiYw_dk33uc2Kzjc3F1qIKXVWVLeT9PTl4y_wjkH2ApsztoZbobReoGQU-dCyyVFNdtICzYnqRl1kQBlsR82Mry9dN9YcaA9WnQi0vyHK_YdL/s1600/017.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="500" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjR1-j-fDmvb-igZW8MoMpacnb2lSUVt6saiYw_dk33uc2Kzjc3F1qIKXVWVLeT9PTl4y_wjkH2ApsztoZbobReoGQU-dCyyVFNdtICzYnqRl1kQBlsR82Mry9dN9YcaA9WnQi0vyHK_YdL/s640/017.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>Changing out everything and cleaning up the Table, which can get more than a bit cluttered with everyday Life and be one of those catch-all areas you constantly Sigh about.  The only non-Seasonal-decor item we allowed to remain is her Reading Box where her stash of required 1st Grade Reading Books are kept handy.</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/AVvXsEjlli6h_AZdrLL18uY3oahmxStg7AEzf08wwqIcLkvk1MmkTDyV9Wl0gU6TJWIuKJnnwouHTJyNA4zOWHoLaFcRtpEtRp3pynd8GZE1NdkFqcv8PFnlMkBj6rw_I7E4HR8Nsg0vCNbjRKms/s1600/013.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlli6h_AZdrLL18uY3oahmxStg7AEzf08wwqIcLkvk1MmkTDyV9Wl0gU6TJWIuKJnnwouHTJyNA4zOWHoLaFcRtpEtRp3pynd8GZE1NdkFqcv8PFnlMkBj6rw_I7E4HR8Nsg0vCNbjRKms/s640/013.JPG" width="498" /></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>And now I rather like the look of the Room and we'll strive to keep the Table clutter-free during the Holiday Seasons... which will take diligence and reminding all the Guys particularly not to use it as the catch-all of their random stuff!  *LOL*</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/AVvXsEhSCHmETyGgprYxp85eSjguNQx-SU8Xx7t-vg0_WGPvMhyphenhyphen63EJM55MQ8l-wBUYiom0eA3lz1LBHYhEDgBSJ4Z3YY00oTIMqgxOTSD0RMPpLtchByfuCsGyyBLiIhwjhIVaYq8tDZcxRgsQd/s1600/019.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSCHmETyGgprYxp85eSjguNQx-SU8Xx7t-vg0_WGPvMhyphenhyphen63EJM55MQ8l-wBUYiom0eA3lz1LBHYhEDgBSJ4Z3YY00oTIMqgxOTSD0RMPpLtchByfuCsGyyBLiIhwjhIVaYq8tDZcxRgsQd/s640/019.JPG" width="580" /></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>But at least since Prince R was away visiting Relatives for the Weekend and Grandpa was Sleeping, us Girls had the House to ourselves to Tidy up a bit and get more Organized and Decorated for Halloween and that was Therapuetic for both of us.</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;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQbaphdiGrBhlOSk-5anrTGX6XEYwgOH2oBCnRze0oMXaTP0CRdIPfLdap8dHmfMOMq9yMdp_A_3hA6vv5tYfbHpBzYCg9sGMmAqqYQdHv2B_9ehmbfura_QIGTew25Is84KMuiSOiW7dX/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/AVvXsEiQbaphdiGrBhlOSk-5anrTGX6XEYwgOH2oBCnRze0oMXaTP0CRdIPfLdap8dHmfMOMq9yMdp_A_3hA6vv5tYfbHpBzYCg9sGMmAqqYQdHv2B_9ehmbfura_QIGTew25Is84KMuiSOiW7dX/s640/010.JPG" width="490" /></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>I swear we both felt quite a bit better just doing this Project as a Team, a Dynamic Duo, and Enjoying the end results.</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/AVvXsEj7OYq7KVs5TDCBvqNzQnF3TgGiFgSM5vBl1n8KAp1imeBBOHmrhFmxIOlvblPu4nr0MUSmx6T8BAnk_EubpeDM-C0wInn1VaYYhCtpQ6GzHOGJw2sh_XT5IHX0O9pnDDG9F57cmhIvb9V2/s1600/005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="506" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7OYq7KVs5TDCBvqNzQnF3TgGiFgSM5vBl1n8KAp1imeBBOHmrhFmxIOlvblPu4nr0MUSmx6T8BAnk_EubpeDM-C0wInn1VaYYhCtpQ6GzHOGJw2sh_XT5IHX0O9pnDDG9F57cmhIvb9V2/s640/005.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>And its in those Moments that I Feel all of the other Sacrifices are so worthwhile because Family means so very much and Investing in them is never a waste of our Time, Talents or Treasures... NEVER! </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/AVvXsEhl3Dzr3Df9Au2fM1qCTcrHOUFe_rtb8wzY5-Y_pMxMKOBc3d39-kHHV1NZcKQ5Wa05Lq_AFFvMuzbBNHjLXaSF2i-3fv4l0erAJx2iszn19bpl6_SUboIpa_z00MDOG6Xkyj3luOkLMQtZ/s1600/008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="528" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhl3Dzr3Df9Au2fM1qCTcrHOUFe_rtb8wzY5-Y_pMxMKOBc3d39-kHHV1NZcKQ5Wa05Lq_AFFvMuzbBNHjLXaSF2i-3fv4l0erAJx2iszn19bpl6_SUboIpa_z00MDOG6Xkyj3luOkLMQtZ/s640/008.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>Nobody will really recall if the House was messy at times or occassionally even in utter chaos and out of Order... I can't even recall the past times when it was... because eventually it all comes together.  Even though it might not STAY together for very long!  *Winks*</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/AVvXsEjUGxKBmH8OQ3KYv1ovnzjYj9fPrUi0Rqn-kFTnn2O7pXZPA4-0dAGWmhRvAiR67mQQ77WaNE5T1ZpDOlqmlbF3a0XuW1B4HuaTQjziFbOAyuohTb1EuQc0nkQWYS8fzchSHCv7AHtaeQhh/s1600/020.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUGxKBmH8OQ3KYv1ovnzjYj9fPrUi0Rqn-kFTnn2O7pXZPA4-0dAGWmhRvAiR67mQQ77WaNE5T1ZpDOlqmlbF3a0XuW1B4HuaTQjziFbOAyuohTb1EuQc0nkQWYS8fzchSHCv7AHtaeQhh/s640/020.JPG" width="598" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><br /><div align="center"><em>But I do Believe they WILL recall all of the Good Times they had in a House that was made a Home... and the Special Touches and things we did to make it that way and fill it with Love.</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/AVvXsEhdchIEH6bZ5WDJMz2mpa804tQ3FLGW6BYcw2Be_CIUAWRaIJSwc7C_YwO263jzvSkjbWaVXICeC3tmH33G0yo0qLZDVTrGmrLPOyD74cGsx8mSupfslstTU2rKNUd5zwvLGUAvX3DOQdfo/s1600/134904691574640.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="594" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdchIEH6bZ5WDJMz2mpa804tQ3FLGW6BYcw2Be_CIUAWRaIJSwc7C_YwO263jzvSkjbWaVXICeC3tmH33G0yo0qLZDVTrGmrLPOyD74cGsx8mSupfslstTU2rKNUd5zwvLGUAvX3DOQdfo/s640/134904691574640.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em>Because I know that's exactly what I recall of my Parent's Homes... I don't recall any of the imperfections or whether the housekeeping was always immaculate {though if you know my Mom you can expect that it was}.  I recall just how Perfectly Inviting and Welcoming they always made their Homes for everyone and anyone who entered.</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/AVvXsEikNYrSD-AmmGAS3qHUmb80aT9VmkrGbb0cnh7Glqf_Hp8RV7E3lzd6s2sVRjqG0Ecqg_NbGIGVw5g2rhn3blJ7RyxIKxZHpZtRE9wTbLognzSel61QK91iHAxqq0tuwozU9_UcQyLTng7z/s1600/002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="622" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikNYrSD-AmmGAS3qHUmb80aT9VmkrGbb0cnh7Glqf_Hp8RV7E3lzd6s2sVRjqG0Ecqg_NbGIGVw5g2rhn3blJ7RyxIKxZHpZtRE9wTbLognzSel61QK91iHAxqq0tuwozU9_UcQyLTng7z/s640/002.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em>And of coarse we'll all recall those Special Relationships we Shared with each other under one roof... and the Special things we did Together... because that part is <u>Priceless</u>!</em></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><em>Blessings from the Arizona Desert... 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Moving Slowly Forward With Halloween Styling...

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