Now That's Behind Us... Let's Continue To Move Forward

<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><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/AVvXsEh392-WO3Twc00OWRTFxmUbVovM7hiTRgFfHza6gxCrxhovp1Qte0kTl6KUtddmnB1Tt1pdQbO1Uv4Iyg3krd2nHrAoy2J-A_9Moz04tAPltR_04OcGCH1pMMWsIqkx22z7Y3iRHOh7kRY/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/AVvXsEh392-WO3Twc00OWRTFxmUbVovM7hiTRgFfHza6gxCrxhovp1Qte0kTl6KUtddmnB1Tt1pdQbO1Uv4Iyg3krd2nHrAoy2J-A_9Moz04tAPltR_04OcGCH1pMMWsIqkx22z7Y3iRHOh7kRY/s1600/016.JPG" width="606" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><span class="userContent"></span><br /><span class="userContent"><div class="text_exposed_root text_exposed" id="id_531bca4158ad50298133936" style="text-align: center;"><em>Princess T had her Surgery yesterday Morning and everything went well. The Nurses even suited up her fav Teddy Bear she brought with her in Scrubs!  *Smiles*  We had exceptional Care at John C. Lincoln Hospital and they made the day and a half we sta<span class="text_exposed_show">yed there so much less stressful for us both.</span></em></div><div class="text_exposed_root text_exposed" style="text-align: center;"><em><span class="text_exposed_show"></span></em><em><span class="text_exposed_show"></span></em> </div> <br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-GM1-Y2r2h-NCo0O36A2Iil6uEaMMXUHYIQBdpLo1C6iAOeGYya8TDh9CURV2NZT3BrPyZkOU4FA-khHG0dBCcEpP0ZoGyjXkBY7czD3QCdZm7a5GLdvV-Zjs2RYguN_sPBPlbmra66E/s1600/020.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="542" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-GM1-Y2r2h-NCo0O36A2Iil6uEaMMXUHYIQBdpLo1C6iAOeGYya8TDh9CURV2NZT3BrPyZkOU4FA-khHG0dBCcEpP0ZoGyjXkBY7czD3QCdZm7a5GLdvV-Zjs2RYguN_sPBPlbmra66E/s1600/020.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div class="text_exposed_root text_exposed" style="text-align: center;"><em><span class="text_exposed_show"></span></em> </div><div class="text_exposed_root text_exposed" style="text-align: center;"><em><span class="text_exposed_show"></span></em> </div><div class="text_exposed_root text_exposed" style="text-align: center;"><em><span class="text_exposed_show">This is her right after getting out of Surgery... she is now Home recovering, it will take about two weeks for her to fully recover and I'm Hopeful the pathology comes back okay on what was removed. For some reason Blogger Image Download has added an un-natural Yellowed Tint Wash to all the Images I took in the Hospital that even trying to Photoshop won't remove??!?? It didn't show up in the actual Images or the Facebook loads... very odd... but I didn't want you thinking I'd dyed and hi-lited her hair Blonde or that she looks this washed out and sallow now, she still has her lovely swarthy Olive complexion! *LOL*</span></em></div><div class="text_exposed_root text_exposed" style="text-align: center;"><em><span class="text_exposed_show"></span></em> </div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjh0MAHMIE4Xeoh5gCQ6mIyENpCl_cP3LjMOsWno324xmQqklqVU6jKgaMneAWSbLm5ApYWNhKnEUHIufhxXsBujNoB7gekHl3D5CHaFX7RT2yEaJTvZ6e9CaWBdDvt2oCSuD8k1kel70U/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/AVvXsEjh0MAHMIE4Xeoh5gCQ6mIyENpCl_cP3LjMOsWno324xmQqklqVU6jKgaMneAWSbLm5ApYWNhKnEUHIufhxXsBujNoB7gekHl3D5CHaFX7RT2yEaJTvZ6e9CaWBdDvt2oCSuD8k1kel70U/s1600/022.JPG" width="566" /></a></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em>They had very nice meals... so it was a shame that she could barely swallow any of it... tho' while she still had the effects of the anesthesia dulling her pain she managed to polish off half of this first meal.  So our biggest obstacle will still be keeping her hydrated and fed at Home sufficiently as she recovers.   And getting this new CPS Insurance to cover her pain meds, since for some strange reason they only want to approve and pay for half of what the Surgeon ordered!?!  WTF!?!   So we only have five days worth instead of ten, even the Pharmacist was shocked they refused to Approve the rest of the Medication!!! </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/AVvXsEh4doMH09XF2lYPglh391g4j8JuU_xJop0O6R1OqZSQN0fBFtCHanGkotrd5xaORJI0Mtx2vc8HLiAHvPzEHkUlZRNyT2Xj-kesMHXHvQOJJzAONJ6pvhyRqD91a7akRUS_I7-NjWM3WKA/s1600/015.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="540" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4doMH09XF2lYPglh391g4j8JuU_xJop0O6R1OqZSQN0fBFtCHanGkotrd5xaORJI0Mtx2vc8HLiAHvPzEHkUlZRNyT2Xj-kesMHXHvQOJJzAONJ6pvhyRqD91a7akRUS_I7-NjWM3WKA/s1600/015.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"><em> This replacement Insurance CPS mandated is allegedly superior to our previous Insurance, which never refused to approve, cover or provide anything the Children's Doctor's ordered as necessary and we never had any problems with all these years.  So I'm not convinced the Foster Care System's Insurance IS better and not happy we had no say-so in keeping our old Insurance for them.  So, now I have to battle them Monday morning to cover the other half of the painkillers she'll need so that she can swallow, have her pain managed, stay sufficiently hydrated and not have excess swelling that could send her back into the Hospital!!!   *Grrrrrrr!!!  May I say it yet again, The System sucks!* </em></div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"><em>  </em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkGIUKAy3u-JeEbsJYfTGpxHUXz9aT6R4gFh3WWgsSZONrxLh4E0DazmijV-RM3C0v9nV1UOWPS23jFy5WobYnFD_EPHcx6eNl8KjM6bVan_ZSQ7ecja60CXqar94YT1uRJ1m17KMBPyg/s1600/035.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkGIUKAy3u-JeEbsJYfTGpxHUXz9aT6R4gFh3WWgsSZONrxLh4E0DazmijV-RM3C0v9nV1UOWPS23jFy5WobYnFD_EPHcx6eNl8KjM6bVan_ZSQ7ecja60CXqar94YT1uRJ1m17KMBPyg/s1600/035.JPG" width="572" /></a></div><div class="text_exposed_root text_exposed" style="text-align: center;"><em><span class="text_exposed_show"></span></em> </div><div class="text_exposed_root text_exposed" style="text-align: center;"><em><span class="text_exposed_show"></span></em> </div><div class="text_exposed_root text_exposed" style="text-align: center;"><span class="text_exposed_show"><em>And today, when we finally got Home from the Hospital this Afternoon and I got her settled in and down for a Nap, I was able to make a quick pitstop at our Antique Mall to foof my Showrooms and see how the Big Sale Celebrating the Second Anniversary of our location was going.   And I Won one of the ten free T-Shirts an Hour they were having in the Give-Away Drawings throughout the day!  *Whoo Hoo!*  It's actually more a Violet hue than the weird download color Blogger is making it today... I sure Hope this Blogger download odd coloration situation gets fixed soon... its making my Images look like crap compared to the Originals!  *Le Sigh*  They were also serving up a Free Lunch for everyone and the Sale continues thru Tomorrow... so come on down and 'Score' 15% off your entire Purchase and get in the Drawing to Win your Free T-Shirt too!!!</em></span></div><div class="text_exposed_root text_exposed" style="text-align: center;"><span class="text_exposed_show"></span> </div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEif2BeLOiOAF8CS-hbP0bqqQHHzaq-oTwWA1NXyGB3huzwLN5ncGlyNPWl2S5YZwJC4IBbJPgl0Urqo4qvdNV5uv0P4bQx5Tg-_L5FEpuW5VsZUjcX1VbQf8c99HyHaU-VFuuOPz1Sd3f4/s1600/031.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="630" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEif2BeLOiOAF8CS-hbP0bqqQHHzaq-oTwWA1NXyGB3huzwLN5ncGlyNPWl2S5YZwJC4IBbJPgl0Urqo4qvdNV5uv0P4bQx5Tg-_L5FEpuW5VsZUjcX1VbQf8c99HyHaU-VFuuOPz1Sd3f4/s1600/031.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div class="text_exposed_root text_exposed" style="text-align: center;"><span class="text_exposed_show"></span> </div><div class="text_exposed_root text_exposed" style="text-align: center;"><span class="text_exposed_show"></span> </div><div class="text_exposed_root text_exposed" style="text-align: center;"><span class="text_exposed_show"><em>Yes, I bought a few small Treasures since they were on Sale... this Vintage Ocelot Wrap from a New Dealer's Booth that has loads of Retro Fashions... and two 1960's Horse Show Ribbons, from my Friend Shelly's Showroom.</em></span></div><div class="text_exposed_root text_exposed" style="text-align: center;"><span class="text_exposed_show"></span> </div><div class="text_exposed_root text_exposed" style="text-align: center;"><span class="text_exposed_show"><em></em></span> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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I just have to get to it now that we have some of the Personal Drama behind us and can finally move forward with a bit less to have concerns about and keep me from Living the Dream!  *Smiles*</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/AVvXsEg8TjCRJxmLI9mpJX3Gt-Lfp_hu1ZpuPQQLNawwhEzYYerve3uY5zZ3Q34DHnU-xvnk3sXEyi4c225UuJklOdQ4c3Nc8fJHC5vGo46RBF1k6YwaWuo154IaKTNnfYrxVLs_jgr-jVVa0jQ/s1600/001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8TjCRJxmLI9mpJX3Gt-Lfp_hu1ZpuPQQLNawwhEzYYerve3uY5zZ3Q34DHnU-xvnk3sXEyi4c225UuJklOdQ4c3Nc8fJHC5vGo46RBF1k6YwaWuo154IaKTNnfYrxVLs_jgr-jVVa0jQ/s1600/001.JPG" width="480" /></a></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em>Showroom #133 still has whatever Weird and Wonderful I can Source... the Goth and Rocker Youths seem to Love that Room best... </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/AVvXsEiNsjDK7tLRVzo1sMdnFh4ZOll-0AKk9h2oL-fNaRGjfpiXK6wP8Yr1MXrQRTZLfHDI1gKCIuZ0MzTlYMQ1SH0d5y05dqeMk2SsfA_ct-8Y7MVcZ34ryaFGzVXVVJP0hs96vLk_Mipc5Zo/s1600/186.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNsjDK7tLRVzo1sMdnFh4ZOll-0AKk9h2oL-fNaRGjfpiXK6wP8Yr1MXrQRTZLfHDI1gKCIuZ0MzTlYMQ1SH0d5y05dqeMk2SsfA_ct-8Y7MVcZ34ryaFGzVXVVJP0hs96vLk_Mipc5Zo/s1600/186.JPG" width="516" /></a></div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"><em>So any Oddities, Gothic Antiquities and Vintage Rock Memorabilia always sells out fast!  This Kinder Goth Doll Sold within hours of being put up for Sale...</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__Xk-EFwfVrb3fLqkId8mgh0GKLJIgvFMuuQd-3AAGOOcAM2I7LoRFjyJsjMfQ2OLsczx-NFQdyv-wIQrMDf240UVG7QR_nA8AzUzrtGzUb_xMSdQQ4YjRP_s-7TB3x9rybr26vA1E4U/s1600/187.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="618" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh__Xk-EFwfVrb3fLqkId8mgh0GKLJIgvFMuuQd-3AAGOOcAM2I7LoRFjyJsjMfQ2OLsczx-NFQdyv-wIQrMDf240UVG7QR_nA8AzUzrtGzUb_xMSdQQ4YjRP_s-7TB3x9rybr26vA1E4U/s1600/187.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><em>And Vintage Ouija Boards sell out as fast as I can Source them even without the Planchettes so I'm almost always Sold Out... I've got requests for more from some of my Regulars so I never pass one up when I can locate them.  And even incomplete Planchettes still Sell quickly.</em></div><div align="center"><em></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/AVvXsEhGFoSztBP31BB2q9Pr76cQUCOV7Seh5hOto6CbBd0qlaP6R2wLEAEmfEdZWvt4hiisxOKNrl7iSf5SMSPvLeAxHTxWrAZXqJhmqQm8wSVzQD6Tr3WEk1CdXeVZ2y4-vGlqgFlbU_kLqWc/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/AVvXsEhGFoSztBP31BB2q9Pr76cQUCOV7Seh5hOto6CbBd0qlaP6R2wLEAEmfEdZWvt4hiisxOKNrl7iSf5SMSPvLeAxHTxWrAZXqJhmqQm8wSVzQD6Tr3WEk1CdXeVZ2y4-vGlqgFlbU_kLqWc/s1600/002.JPG" width="580" /></a></div><div class="text_exposed_root text_exposed" style="text-align: center;"><span class="text_exposed_show"></span> </div><div class="text_exposed_root text_exposed" style="text-align: center;"><span class="text_exposed_show"></span> </div><div class="text_exposed_root text_exposed" style="text-align: center;"><span class="text_exposed_show"><em>And since the Weird and the Wonderful just happens to be more 'Full On Me' than most other Inventory, I'm SLOWLY morphing that Showroom into what I REALLY want it to be and see how that Vibe will be received?  My Vision would be for it to one day resemble an Oddities Of Phoenix with a Hippie Gypsy Twist that would give my Generation a Flashback to the Sixties.  *Winks*</em></span></div><div class="text_exposed_root text_exposed" style="text-align: center;"><span class="text_exposed_show"></span><span class="text_exposed_show"></span> </div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1-59o3v6ZrU5Jf10KskQEwEDKVud5i_73b71iy57P6IjEja9-7pninKZKBXutOebTQsIB4L6OxhHkYoAg_b-3-V_5XHKWJ9BHIgf5JguCLUd7llM8F6bG0n5KMtbadl-bgyKUTuhxWz4/s1600/054.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1-59o3v6ZrU5Jf10KskQEwEDKVud5i_73b71iy57P6IjEja9-7pninKZKBXutOebTQsIB4L6OxhHkYoAg_b-3-V_5XHKWJ9BHIgf5JguCLUd7llM8F6bG0n5KMtbadl-bgyKUTuhxWz4/s1600/054.JPG" width="480" /></a></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em>But for now I mostly Source what the Local Demographic Desires and turns fast because I want to keep things moving and Fresh, keeping my Customers Happy and making some extra Cash.  No matter how much I Love something, if it's not Selling, I'm not buying it for Re-Sale purposes to fill my Showrooms with.  My Retail Spaces aren't Warehouses to store my Stuff that won't fit into my Home.  *LOL*  Believe me, I've seen some Vendors who are still very in Love with their Stuff and it's obvious they really aren't ready to part with it and probably don't care if they ever Sell any of it. </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/AVvXsEhC-6j6DvHGoiENGaKcjnMQT2C7joMDEymnTfWuK1dMqjNQNdcXibQmJOYPxF7u5roTwGaIJ_EvFzB_tgAQMAsjkthNYfwIjZX-gWLJCln4C9u-EHgiNwVTtqatxRF16qFNpEkAhIN5fSE/s1600/191.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhC-6j6DvHGoiENGaKcjnMQT2C7joMDEymnTfWuK1dMqjNQNdcXibQmJOYPxF7u5roTwGaIJ_EvFzB_tgAQMAsjkthNYfwIjZX-gWLJCln4C9u-EHgiNwVTtqatxRF16qFNpEkAhIN5fSE/s1600/191.JPG" width="584" /></a></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em>Now... that said, I gotta still Love it to some degree or I won't Source or Sell it and Display it in my Showrooms, it has to Enhance my Spaces in some way... something about it has to Appeal to me at some level, I'm really anal like that.  *Winks*  There has to be some Cohesiveness to it all even if it's Eclectic in Nature.   </em><br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlV-rdZ6W5WU4xT1N5PoxycHghxEShv0Ew_zgoJUm0XBHa-ao3nb_USFV2eUm86zwoNuvouSqLbqqe_T_RMyaAExN_4VRfZCn8PHlFzUOxkbmppsPZgNsN_GXlrpq5gqrbc2mUfqy4dCo/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/AVvXsEhlV-rdZ6W5WU4xT1N5PoxycHghxEShv0Ew_zgoJUm0XBHa-ao3nb_USFV2eUm86zwoNuvouSqLbqqe_T_RMyaAExN_4VRfZCn8PHlFzUOxkbmppsPZgNsN_GXlrpq5gqrbc2mUfqy4dCo/s1600/026.JPG" width="597" /></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;"> </div><em>But I often do Sell what I'm not really all that 'into' myself if it looks real Cool to me.  Example: I am NOT a Doll Collector or even a Doll Person per se... though I do like and have a Collection of Creepy Antique Doll Parts at Home... but Hand Crafted OOAK Dolls, especially those with a Rustic Vibe and Tea Stained or Vintage Textiles Wardrobe do Sell very well in my Showrooms, so they've now become a staple, especially in Showroom #114 since my Customers are totally diggin' em.  And certain Collector Limited Edition Dolls also do very well.</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/AVvXsEgq7PIHEEeCUc619_FJNT3q4Sqm12stYNFw2i7GgVpVYdg6mZ1xRKslCw3oPvq98hEOe08ookdYQ0qd2qD-R9iJvsU56bKglNOYxIxkfH5pBs1ANt1Y85kNsb2yvW6UNnmsdmsbR8IiqUk/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/AVvXsEgq7PIHEEeCUc619_FJNT3q4Sqm12stYNFw2i7GgVpVYdg6mZ1xRKslCw3oPvq98hEOe08ookdYQ0qd2qD-R9iJvsU56bKglNOYxIxkfH5pBs1ANt1Y85kNsb2yvW6UNnmsdmsbR8IiqUk/s1600/025.JPG" width="480" /></a></div> </div><div align="center"><br /><em>This one looked Boheme' enough to go with Showroom #114's Vibe, Loving her Cut Velvet Gown and Bling in fact!  *LOL*</em><br /> </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/AVvXsEjcyWoDR8odTCWA6iYwk-tqTlYVP3oYJuE_zq5DhwaUg2ANiqwmU5xu5Clq-c4y7adntg5NpuHAzSt8zm_NX9xHAbkhZPArAFlXhk4sS-wbe4SUjK01RnycDzYkltO6YKrXn6wDsIOKPYs/s1600/193.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcyWoDR8odTCWA6iYwk-tqTlYVP3oYJuE_zq5DhwaUg2ANiqwmU5xu5Clq-c4y7adntg5NpuHAzSt8zm_NX9xHAbkhZPArAFlXhk4sS-wbe4SUjK01RnycDzYkltO6YKrXn6wDsIOKPYs/s1600/193.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>   One thing I've learned Selling at an Antique Mall, what Sells even ten miles down the road and is Hot with that Demographic or totally On-Trend Worldwide, might just languish in some Locales.  Every Area seems to have their specific Preferences and if you're Selling in that Locale you better have your finger on the pulse of what they Desire <strong><span style="color: #990000;"><u>there</u></span></strong>.  Some Demographics follow Trends, some are more Traditional, some more Nostalgic, some more Experimental and ahead of the Curve Visionary-Wise... it just depends.   And if they tell me what they're diggin', that's what I'll keep my peepers peeled for when on the Thrill Of The Hunt!  It's kinda like being a Personal Shopper in a way, once you get a good Following that frequent your Spaces regularly and are Eager to see what you've Found for them now.</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/AVvXsEiupR1zkZDVgGIeXlWAdRbaqoneaAu1N3rzGcN-v0KbFuOXqZUemavELuxxtVTCsIocsZrf6HKuHGa0wUzaThiZNpcbfnHYBgfMoODXWY-3Cvd-91APAS5zu_vl-EZhWArCBMZ1CJJK9Ww/s1600/047.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiupR1zkZDVgGIeXlWAdRbaqoneaAu1N3rzGcN-v0KbFuOXqZUemavELuxxtVTCsIocsZrf6HKuHGa0wUzaThiZNpcbfnHYBgfMoODXWY-3Cvd-91APAS5zu_vl-EZhWArCBMZ1CJJK9Ww/s1600/047.JPG" width="480" /></a></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em>For some reason Faux Foods Sell exceedingly well and initially I just bought it for Display Purposes 'til my Customers insisted on buying any of it I could Source... who knew?   But it makes sense if someone has a nice Collection of Antique, Retro or Vintage China or Kitchenware and wants a more Realistic Vignette or is 'into' Still Life Photography.   In a fiercely Hot Climate like the Arizona Desert, Real Food just doesn't hold up that well for Photo Shoots!  *LOL*</em></div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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Where we have some Dramas now behind us and continue to move forward... Dawn... The Bohemian</em></span></div><div class="text_exposed_root text_exposed" style="text-align: center;"></div></span><br /><div class="text_exposed_root text_exposed" style="text-align: center;"> </div></div>

Now That's Behind Us... Let's Continue To Move Forward

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Heartbreak... Rusty Valentine Heart Tree Set Up Just In Time

<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/AVvXsEi5eHBmjrZzHHq099_5e-AKRGJt64k0zYROKEy96q0MiLd7peUvfO3SGF2K-JtSfYKQwpY885nsQLhtN04r_JTWzGlf83md65RtJba8sbwVwq_ejc1hrbOTmWwJNgCAifbbZPOaxRaT1wE/s1600/113.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="512" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5eHBmjrZzHHq099_5e-AKRGJt64k0zYROKEy96q0MiLd7peUvfO3SGF2K-JtSfYKQwpY885nsQLhtN04r_JTWzGlf83md65RtJba8sbwVwq_ejc1hrbOTmWwJNgCAifbbZPOaxRaT1wE/s1600/113.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><br /><div align="center"><em>Issues of the Heart... so very Complex and so very difficult to have total Transparency lest you become more Vulnerable than you care to be and cannot shield yourself from Heartbreak.   The depth of your Pain is measured by the depth of your Love... if you didn't Love deeply, there would be little, if any Pain associated with any Relationship.   Watching a Loved One Tormented and Suffering is very, very difficult and losing them in layers is Agony.  No matter how much 'Life Experience' you've had Enduring that situation and Trusting God for the outcome.</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/AVvXsEhuAhbCYW7b2ztlpRjpCnuqo18pp3LO13pQVBCEapMrVRe-F-IRkUsztCUE2CnCNtERZnQnJxdXbhB8Gne3XsgVhu8eL6tkhYsi4S01YcbbzGrEX2Gmmei1OkOIPJIRf7C7hiVnw5k_nIA/s1600/068.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuAhbCYW7b2ztlpRjpCnuqo18pp3LO13pQVBCEapMrVRe-F-IRkUsztCUE2CnCNtERZnQnJxdXbhB8Gne3XsgVhu8eL6tkhYsi4S01YcbbzGrEX2Gmmei1OkOIPJIRf7C7hiVnw5k_nIA/s1600/068.JPG" width="518" /></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 Man had a huge setback and Medical Emergency and is back in the VA Hospital for an undetermined length of stay.  They almost couldn't take him in today, he was borderline functional for the Care the Hospital can and will provide, regardless of extent of Medical Crisis, and on account of his Traumatic Brain Injury limitations that still exist.  He has come a long way forward, so having significant setbacks is disheartening to say the least and especially when you didn't predict this outcome because you'd merely gone for an Appointment and expected to come Home with your Loved One... until things went totally Left and you came home Alone and shaken.</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/AVvXsEhYUYeODWsd79iHgOBKl9DICG-UaFD3W3Nx2TLmH-HbB1tfc4yy7B2ePu3fYjPkTjvs_4JpUoBsxVdtAJTZjEoLerSuD79-BE69ThW1rvH_RtAcZXzUZD12YXbV46sAw_Nan4kxYdEmpQY/s1600/083.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="568" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYUYeODWsd79iHgOBKl9DICG-UaFD3W3Nx2TLmH-HbB1tfc4yy7B2ePu3fYjPkTjvs_4JpUoBsxVdtAJTZjEoLerSuD79-BE69ThW1rvH_RtAcZXzUZD12YXbV46sAw_Nan4kxYdEmpQY/s1600/083.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em>It had already been a hectic week because the Grade School the G-Kid Force attend had an outbreak of Scabies... only we didn't get formally notified until almost a week after Princess T contracted them.  And in the initial ER Visit I voiced  my Suspicions this is what I thought it was even before formal School notification. But the Doctors disagreed and said it was nothing contagious and nothing to worry about... just a Generic Rash from an unknown Allergy and source. Giving me a Treatment that didn't work because that isn't what it was at all... so things got progressively worse fast!</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/AVvXsEimW-fZZ-bPFqa9uUuvjK75KNEKmgPLXBCDd_k8JDAd6dStkUcWOSoDKA46FyZkr5hcv_Qa7ZgCRZs3-chDxjkHae9PxevV8FrGOo34GflbkHutBjdQGOUkYi7Jz_e66D34aEhQYhxu4zM/s1600/093.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="556" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimW-fZZ-bPFqa9uUuvjK75KNEKmgPLXBCDd_k8JDAd6dStkUcWOSoDKA46FyZkr5hcv_Qa7ZgCRZs3-chDxjkHae9PxevV8FrGOo34GflbkHutBjdQGOUkYi7Jz_e66D34aEhQYhxu4zM/s1600/093.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"><em> I've seen this before, many years ago... when The Son caught it at School and it didn't get properly diagnosed then either until half the household was infested, I didn't want a repeat performance!  It resembles so many other things that it can be a tough diagnosis, especially if Medical Staff are unfamiliar with it... but in my gut I just knew and therefore got a second opinion, especially after receiving the School Newsletter sent Home days later to back me up on exposure to the mites.   You can't get Treatment except via a Prescription ordered by a Doctor... and I didn't want to wait 'til it spread like wildfire thru the House or have her going to School with a misdiagnosis of something infectious and further spread an epidemic.  Thankfully it got correctly diagnosed in the second ER visit at a different Hospital... since the Pediatricians Office was so swamped with Flu Cases they couldn't arrange an appointment for 2-3 weeks!  I just Hope every other infected Child gets Treatment to eradicate the outbreak!?!</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/AVvXsEjOO0B3tZQ-mfUp1nMT72qbvg6Di5p08h3g7yrQqJASKmEV3CV7FuyiWdgONLZC-KBwdvvhaTOa_wKJcF-bidyezFZHhMNxFP2I9r9F33Xn9_A-GwTo7cn0DEGPGUEG2GSyRztWz4nbcuk/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/AVvXsEjOO0B3tZQ-mfUp1nMT72qbvg6Di5p08h3g7yrQqJASKmEV3CV7FuyiWdgONLZC-KBwdvvhaTOa_wKJcF-bidyezFZHhMNxFP2I9r9F33Xn9_A-GwTo7cn0DEGPGUEG2GSyRztWz4nbcuk/s1600/061.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>So after over Twelve grueling Hours at different Hospitals and Emergency Rooms in one day, having The Man Admitted and in bad shape... having a contagious Child housebound for at least five days as she receives Treatment... not to mention Prince R and I both feeling like we could be coming down with something even tho' we had our Flu and Pneumonia Shots... I feel very discombobulated.  So the Rusty Valentine Heart Tree was set up just in Time... watching it twinkle and having the Soothing Romantic Ambiance of a Tree full of Hearts... representative of Love even with the imperfections and tattered state of Being that Life can throw at you... well, it has kept me Centered and not cast adrift or shipwrecked in the prevailing Storms.  </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/AVvXsEhNEfAlLH2qQG85VXZjv-WYr-crtRJ6n7FlnEE9l8xr3kJvt8cCtZHbwjD2Smi_Oe1LLNK44UaHB3JKRz1KaSWbZ_gQGuBsHXRgvoKqTjA-9EJsUpLC-oQsoW6TXVApCtIdb52_jeSMrt4/s1600/108.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNEfAlLH2qQG85VXZjv-WYr-crtRJ6n7FlnEE9l8xr3kJvt8cCtZHbwjD2Smi_Oe1LLNK44UaHB3JKRz1KaSWbZ_gQGuBsHXRgvoKqTjA-9EJsUpLC-oQsoW6TXVApCtIdb52_jeSMrt4/s1600/108.JPG" width="480" /></a></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em>It is a Lovely and Healthy Reminder of why I cannot, dare not, give up... even on days when I desperately want to.  Surrender is not an option so it must come off the table as one and not even be contemplated.   And it helps me to Encourage The Man not to give up either and to Value himself just as he is.  Because there's no do-overs and things are as they now are, we have to move forward by Grace and Embracing the differences and Challenges... Medically, Financially and Emotionally... rather than longing for how things used to be and abhoring and being constantly upset and stressed about how they are... even if it truly Sucks right now.  </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/AVvXsEjwGQfpSN9TwF3NW1uKT_ihSDfWLGD4hTTDl8q0-DavKkHYC9Y5ekLtk9Rq5fldTp66NOVGZ1LbMhRg_yWh-14Axye31wwjnTJYR43CZoNClx_EH_9OmuLQ8PW7JZLtjgxHmccN039kqrI/s1600/070.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwGQfpSN9TwF3NW1uKT_ihSDfWLGD4hTTDl8q0-DavKkHYC9Y5ekLtk9Rq5fldTp66NOVGZ1LbMhRg_yWh-14Axye31wwjnTJYR43CZoNClx_EH_9OmuLQ8PW7JZLtjgxHmccN039kqrI/s1600/070.JPG" width="596" /></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'm Hopeful they can Help him come to terms with the results of Catastrophic Injury, Chronic Illness and profound Disability.  I'm Hopeful that the Lord continue to Strengthen and Heal me too, so that we can keep our Family together and I can be what I need to be and do what I need to do, whether sufficient Help comes or is offered or not.  Even tho' right now I don't have hardly any of the answers... I just know that alternate placement isn't even probable or possible for a variety of reasons for this trio, all of them quite grim... and I prefer to Care for my own until I no longer can anyway.   Can I Succeed, will I Succeed?  I can't say... or for how long... but I know that in our Family we leave no-one behind.  I've had Friends and Family, with the best of Intentions, ask me what if I damage myself or die trying?  I've thought about that... deeply in fact... because it's a valid question to consider...</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/AVvXsEhwSp0I5XHp3LCvt_dyZJXlsiN1JGyrH8dx99YQml-5kCfbaR7LD-_RpmjA7CiPA0Q1Nt7MBxk38LZZm6tZTVH0_T5LEYV6WMvtsMetKuWpDZmKZAPPt4EXqP51gFX5ui27FyO_pyydA0M/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/AVvXsEhwSp0I5XHp3LCvt_dyZJXlsiN1JGyrH8dx99YQml-5kCfbaR7LD-_RpmjA7CiPA0Q1Nt7MBxk38LZZm6tZTVH0_T5LEYV6WMvtsMetKuWpDZmKZAPPt4EXqP51gFX5ui27FyO_pyydA0M/s1600/073.JPG" width="610" /></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 my answer is simply that there are some things worth Sacrificing Self or even dying for, you just have to have a Peace within yourself as to where that line is for you?  Ask any Soldier... if the prospect of dying for Country and what was Sacred to them made them shun the Duty of Serving and just leaving it to some other guy or gal?  Even if they were Scared half to death... and who wouldn't be!?   My Husband Served Honorably for Thirty-Nine Years and Sacrificed so much for God and Country in numerous Wars... and he certainly wouldn't do any less for his own Family... nor would I.  That's our Truth.  This is just another battle and we must continue to Fight the Good Fight, regardless of the outcome... win, lose or draw... I've already now settled that in my Heart and Spirit.  Either you're all in or you're not.</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/AVvXsEheCnAzdOcjubWAUEA7TLUaNK0C8-CDQnWfs8AzSdg_0WzrLryf91wLRolqmi-l0ZcnbrNAVuYlwecP2h-Zdu_xR7b54auHNUFkXHmthGLEKA9RaVMoYcsFBbt8djjzSVMK2tn4JIuprvQ/s1600/126.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheCnAzdOcjubWAUEA7TLUaNK0C8-CDQnWfs8AzSdg_0WzrLryf91wLRolqmi-l0ZcnbrNAVuYlwecP2h-Zdu_xR7b54auHNUFkXHmthGLEKA9RaVMoYcsFBbt8djjzSVMK2tn4JIuprvQ/s1600/126.JPG" width="573" /></a></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em>My choice may not be everyone's choice... I wouldn't judge nor do I want to be judged... each has to do what they feel is Right and they can Live with... or die trying.  I don't want to intentionally lose anyone I Love... so I have to know I did all I could... and more... so that if the outcome isn't answer to Prayer, and even if I don't remain up by Faith and get taken out of the Game before it's over... there are absolutely no regrets... no second-guessing if I wouldda, couldda, shouldda... you know the drill.  I need to know I can lay my head on my pillow each Night with clean hands and a clear conscience about every important decision regarding those I Love and who cannot make those decisions on their own for themselves.  I have to be Settled that I did what was best and explored every possible Option or fought for Options not typically available without a fierce fight and Pit Bull tenacity to get the best for those I Love and for myself.   The best is sadly not available to all and most Options must be bought and are prohibitive, so if you don't have deep pockets, you better just be an excellent Fighter and Advocate.  </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/AVvXsEg5W1tkK51mOPBX4E4fGTaXHRyfOMnjogdMNq1DAPOHbxJH1ntWhgvTcH3DT-vIAC8iBnmeZD8tI_e_3OJXqEeakt-TOWyvyazQUveKbO0eHk5g8Z73aA3gNDt4sG3lccsaTsJcHRXEYo8/s1600/087.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="586" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5W1tkK51mOPBX4E4fGTaXHRyfOMnjogdMNq1DAPOHbxJH1ntWhgvTcH3DT-vIAC8iBnmeZD8tI_e_3OJXqEeakt-TOWyvyazQUveKbO0eHk5g8Z73aA3gNDt4sG3lccsaTsJcHRXEYo8/s1600/087.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>I had wanted my Rusty Hearts Posts to be Happy, Uplifting, Creative and Zen... I had wanted my Blog to return to my version of Bohemian Valhalla even if it meant leaving out a whole lot of the unpleasantness and hardships of Life.  The stuff that I don't even want to have to think about or reveal really because its so Raw.  That wouldn't have been authentic at all... and even tho' I don't like Venting or being Morose... sometimes it is necessary... and this is the best and only format to do it actually that I have available right now.  </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/AVvXsEjHqYFtVG3qTQ77eZpAZibzsD6xQFSbdsSn0kTVtFnhUWz8hJgV6ub8_cJ_0LCeWgOfsnwaRoPTLdHidUqu0YYUUvL2D_H8iBytfwe9X0Y-R2LBGORUdtpxQi_EmVWVtnBqKdpTWW_4H7M/s1600/086.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHqYFtVG3qTQ77eZpAZibzsD6xQFSbdsSn0kTVtFnhUWz8hJgV6ub8_cJ_0LCeWgOfsnwaRoPTLdHidUqu0YYUUvL2D_H8iBytfwe9X0Y-R2LBGORUdtpxQi_EmVWVtnBqKdpTWW_4H7M/s1600/086.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>I've never really been that wrapped up in who or how many Support my little slice of Cyberspace Retreat because it doesn't matter, I'm Delighted if it does Minister to anyone else and not just me.   I Love your Visits and for the most part the Land of Blog has been one of the best Communities of folks I've encountered, you really are!  I never know what Responses I'll receive... but I'm Okay with whatever opinions are out there... it's difficult to Offend me since you have to 'Take' an Offense and I've usually chosen not to.  All are Welcome... but I must Post the Disclaimer that it's not all Rainbows and Unicorn Farts around here every Post in the Topic matter... tho' I will always attempt to saturate it with Beauty in the Images and give fair Warning of when it will be a difficult Read.</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/AVvXsEiuFq2v_JEZrwDU24mTeM8-POSa7T9avlYzDhg2kwA9iAF6tgypyQKSpTrOWSK4wYZapA_LaEWHFFrRp9ZqXLBFY-IxvtRn7naq18zOCSzILFh1oHVBTrdHRE0iPLcI32iCpuw6LbgTRcc/s1600/118.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuFq2v_JEZrwDU24mTeM8-POSa7T9avlYzDhg2kwA9iAF6tgypyQKSpTrOWSK4wYZapA_LaEWHFFrRp9ZqXLBFY-IxvtRn7naq18zOCSzILFh1oHVBTrdHRE0iPLcI32iCpuw6LbgTRcc/s1600/118.JPG" width="480" /></a></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em>It is very Important to me to Honor my Vows to my Dear Husband... for better or worse... richer or poorer... 'til Death do us part... tho' really I have the Belief that Love never dies, it is Eternal if it is Real.  Right now things are worse and definitely poorer and could get more amplified in that direction... so I have to reconcile myself to either outcome... Victory or Defeat... and what each will mean and what is the worst that could possibly happen... and how will I rebound if that is our Destiny?  It's a heavy subject...</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/AVvXsEju-vJjyC3xc-6p9vVe4V2DiUanKuOD77Fc2VUIycPPtx3iHly0zgqVW-7A9jwQBUH3oyr-wZXHUD7pzR9EfXWNoB4nsyul9g9CUy3b1j9TUpTmkM5RkE8zvowwhaygFxXwJJkWk_FQZ-A/s1600/075.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju-vJjyC3xc-6p9vVe4V2DiUanKuOD77Fc2VUIycPPtx3iHly0zgqVW-7A9jwQBUH3oyr-wZXHUD7pzR9EfXWNoB4nsyul9g9CUy3b1j9TUpTmkM5RkE8zvowwhaygFxXwJJkWk_FQZ-A/s1600/075.JPG" width="548" /></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 Family have always held the Key to my Heart... and made Life worth Living... 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Heartbreak... Rusty Valentine Heart Tree Set Up Just In Time

    Issues of the Heart... so very Complex and so very difficult to have total Transparency lest you become more Vulnerable than you care to...

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No Quiet Rebellion Here!

<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/AVvXsEiSg0G-OAUOkTfvdnhz3lSvi37zF82QC8Culh5QWxB9TyAgFWWZIc04h3dhMEVABDW7cwgR15gwxKAHaf8eY0RHtnXCA2LaIaBF-1rnmwfmf40GbFr8bGnpzsjQdALK8Wnxft7g8zPnKm0/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/AVvXsEiSg0G-OAUOkTfvdnhz3lSvi37zF82QC8Culh5QWxB9TyAgFWWZIc04h3dhMEVABDW7cwgR15gwxKAHaf8eY0RHtnXCA2LaIaBF-1rnmwfmf40GbFr8bGnpzsjQdALK8Wnxft7g8zPnKm0/s1600/044.JPG" width="562" /></a></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em>I guess I've always been a Rebel, sometimes a Rebel without a Cause, but if I have a Cause, well, there absolutely will be no Quiet Rebellion here!  *Winks*   Friends and Family already know this about me and how I'll often go to Battle over Principals and Options, because the Warrior Spirit in me won't bow down, roll over or Surrender.  The Son and his Girlfriend came for a visit yesterday Afternoon and joined The Man and I for Dinner at one of our Fav Restaurants... we were all Kidless, a Rare Luxury!  *Listen, hear the Silence! LOL*  This also gives the Adults more opportunity to talk Candidly, without little eavesdropping ears tuning in.  *Smiles*   Not that they probably don't already know that just about every Adult in my Lineage is a Rebel... and that they are following in our Footsteps in their own Fashion since it must be in their Blood too... but we still try to set Good Examples and be discerning about what to discuss about our Rebellions and Adversaries in front of them.  </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/AVvXsEibZeTeekb5Japy5JCwquQcAM2xi_d1kVAN1LbE7G7yc5rzzjxPIOtoql14-y1UvIQNGrBYbN5-e2smwxCrwoj8FUt9chSPlG66dvxkzjZQNWboNq0DkbpXZx4RFYFwj_GRlezvzb-o3BU/s1600/039.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibZeTeekb5Japy5JCwquQcAM2xi_d1kVAN1LbE7G7yc5rzzjxPIOtoql14-y1UvIQNGrBYbN5-e2smwxCrwoj8FUt9chSPlG66dvxkzjZQNWboNq0DkbpXZx4RFYFwj_GRlezvzb-o3BU/s1600/039.JPG" width="576" /></a></div><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>The Son and his Girl had come to pick up even more of what I want them to have that must Go... I've Convinced neither to throw up Resistance to it and Promised I wouldn't get too Reckless about the severe Purge in process.  I'm just not approaching it with Quiet Resignation either.  My Acceptance and Resignation to things I cannot Control or Change and have no Choice but to do may come, but NOT Quietly! *Smiles*  But we did discuss my recent Rebellious Episode, well, Explosion actually, since I HAD been TRYING to Go Along and Conform... so it wasn't all that Surprising really that being told what to do, in my own Home and for my own Family, would eventually cause me to Rebel... and not Quietly!  *Winks*  Home is our Sanctuary and Sacred Space... Respect is big for me, as are Manners and the Approach... come at me all Wrong and it's likely not to go Well.</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><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1wZBBtN311A__9ZkIEv_PoUrAzZPgjPqWOQ1Yi9UxOwtmHgnDKatTX00RJNJxysoRahy4D5nyIz4F1uanHVRrmgeJizAMiGRlQPUGfAfKASS8zk5g-Oifzcg79DUl21sIhfBENKTU7FI/s1600/045.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1wZBBtN311A__9ZkIEv_PoUrAzZPgjPqWOQ1Yi9UxOwtmHgnDKatTX00RJNJxysoRahy4D5nyIz4F1uanHVRrmgeJizAMiGRlQPUGfAfKASS8zk5g-Oifzcg79DUl21sIhfBENKTU7FI/s1600/045.JPG" width="526" /></a></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em>Yeah, The Son Agrees... we're not big on being Forced into anything are we... especially Change.  We're not big on being told what to do about Home, Family and how we choose to Live our Lives.  We've never been without Resistance when asked to Conform and just Go Along with whatever... even if everyone else allegedly does... and especially if it doesn't make sense to us or comes against who we are at our Cores... our Principals or Beliefs.    It's not that we won't Consider feasible Options, but we have to Opt In at our own Pace and how it will Work best in our Lives... IF it Works we'll Work It, if not then we don't care what anyone says, thinks or feels about it, it's not for us and we'll Opt Out.</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/AVvXsEhfqn89si9zetQKSybYHnvf6cpaaC7_5f79jksVRTcpKCP6mlGaKRslaRtxhDm73RHmlvBabUNn7fv9z_xM9aCVt_NVBhLj-7hKbHhS-spzKNi_hW1usI06Q6ahVEUO37qiNaWq5KOG9O0/s1600/038.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="532" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfqn89si9zetQKSybYHnvf6cpaaC7_5f79jksVRTcpKCP6mlGaKRslaRtxhDm73RHmlvBabUNn7fv9z_xM9aCVt_NVBhLj-7hKbHhS-spzKNi_hW1usI06Q6ahVEUO37qiNaWq5KOG9O0/s1600/038.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"><em>If 'Help' has too many Conditions and becomes overly Conditional to Accept, we'd rather Reject it and find our own way Thank You.  My Dear Ole' Dad always Taught me that where ever you place your Dependancy ultimately Controls you, so be Careful what or who you become Dependant upon... better to place Dependancy upon God than any mortal.  And we began to swap Stories and Reminisce about Past Rebellions against The System or Status Quo and about Grand-Dad, my Dad, the Patriarch of the Family, who we miss every day.  But whose Wisdom and Advice we still abide by.  And about Past Rebellion against Grim Prognosis that 'Experts' said we HAD to Accept, because there was no Hope, no Cure or no Statistics that Supported OUR Game Plan being any kind of Success Story.  See, we tend to Believe that nothing is Impossible, it just hasn't been done yet.  And so we're always Game to Attempt to be the Ones that do it first and make it now a Possibility and Possible, a Test turned into a Testimony.</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/AVvXsEgLqzFXYow0JSPVej4YgLunjIr7ZjRbaIDF3-JMOdy9NaoM4lyFqDgYQ0wtcMCAOs1IwnLKMw8n4knXjJO67Zf3JUmx8U735jM3QGCSkGCISqY1n4XeUvEZ_sHTGMi3f8qlfRV9jpmpw1U/s1600/058.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLqzFXYow0JSPVej4YgLunjIr7ZjRbaIDF3-JMOdy9NaoM4lyFqDgYQ0wtcMCAOs1IwnLKMw8n4knXjJO67Zf3JUmx8U735jM3QGCSkGCISqY1n4XeUvEZ_sHTGMi3f8qlfRV9jpmpw1U/s1600/058.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 don't really think it's about the Stuff Mom, The Son says... it's more about it's Representation that things will never get better with Dad so everything has to Change in the Home and what we do because he won't overcome any better than this... and we have to accommodate how he is NOW because that's IT.   Kinda like when I was little and they told you I'd never be able to do this or that and maybe Institutionalization was the Answer and Expectations were set so low by everyone else... except you... and you Refused to give up on me and Believe them... instead choosing to Believe In me... and ask God to make it Right while we just Did Us our way and our Style, which was VERY Unconventional to say the least.</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em></em> </div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiG71o7gpaoSmz7JmeWy4hx7YpVC_eESi2C5Bdm0vQEsl1y9aWyjQWXz-YSIdmI4eFqxzEO0v9ZhIMGQOq9onSJ8FOi8QaVxzRYGURvso5uBmyCfDDa6DhpQueWGjC-k_0wL8xHerL9MWs/s1600/059.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="608" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiG71o7gpaoSmz7JmeWy4hx7YpVC_eESi2C5Bdm0vQEsl1y9aWyjQWXz-YSIdmI4eFqxzEO0v9ZhIMGQOq9onSJ8FOi8QaVxzRYGURvso5uBmyCfDDa6DhpQueWGjC-k_0wL8xHerL9MWs/s1600/059.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><em>To be sure The Son was more than a Handful... and we didn't get a lot of actual 'Help' that 'Helped' fulfill the Vision we had for him to go on to his own Greatness, whatever that would be.   He 'Arrived' though to fulfill his Destiny being a high functional Adult and contributing member of Society, by God's Grace and our Persistance to focus on Abilities rather than Disabilities.  Most people don't even know he struggles with pretty profound Medical Issues that cause limitations he's learned to maneuver around.   Just like The Man has learned to maneuver around this Ole' House in spite of being a 100% Disabled Veteran even before his Catastrophic Injuries.   The Man spoke up and said that without Challenges and being Challenged he probably wouldn't Progress any further or feel Victorious.  If we made everything different on account of him he wouldn't feel we Believed he could get better and would get better.</em></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhb0vB09S1lHbhIjhXGwfF9F9bl3xEg3W0kRY12z83duSSMIxlLBE-KQdg9UAm3k9SlBLF8-5t2iFLaMpjAY2mUoTwbQxocEYP5D5UzD0xHAWsACKL2bjwZQ-EjPhNDMiDJJrmUUpkxUAQ/s1600/043.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhb0vB09S1lHbhIjhXGwfF9F9bl3xEg3W0kRY12z83duSSMIxlLBE-KQdg9UAm3k9SlBLF8-5t2iFLaMpjAY2mUoTwbQxocEYP5D5UzD0xHAWsACKL2bjwZQ-EjPhNDMiDJJrmUUpkxUAQ/s1600/043.JPG" width="506" /></a></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em>And I realized that we do have a Cause for this particular Rebellion... and it's a Righteous one... and not everyone will Agree how we choose to go about it, they rarely do anyway, being our Unconventional Methods don't make sense to everyone or sometimes not to anyone since they defy Convention... and that's Okay.   We'll Accept any Conventional Criticism and let it Roll off our backs like drops of water on a duck.   And when Miracles keep happening, as they already have by God's Grace in The Man's Recovery, because we Expect them... may God receive all the Glory.</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/AVvXsEgc7dYP0grpIQB-KxSvuQiRe_lGrq39823xGY9foL4KyN4vQ8qlR9cDCksHSRpg20gLbOjf7vqDSfucK6iBnUNJuGLeDGVw6sLIp7QMcV-bRT9XjiUy_nBGz6cr6FWgToDS19AqLUKa0qQ/s1600/088.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="526" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc7dYP0grpIQB-KxSvuQiRe_lGrq39823xGY9foL4KyN4vQ8qlR9cDCksHSRpg20gLbOjf7vqDSfucK6iBnUNJuGLeDGVw6sLIp7QMcV-bRT9XjiUy_nBGz6cr6FWgToDS19AqLUKa0qQ/s1600/088.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em>We've got enough Family and Friends in our corner that are Cheerleaders in any Noisy Rebellion going on here.   Some, like Mom, will be Supportive from afar now, fighting their own uphill battles with equally Unconventional Methods, Fierce Bohemian Rebellious Determination and a lot of Noise.  We won't be drawing up our Battle Plans together over Swedish Pancakes with Lingonberry Butter and Jam at IHOP, but every time I'm there I'm reminded of all the times we did over the Years and the Causes, as well as the numerous Victories.   So the other day I went by myself and ordered some... and thought about what Mom would Advise about my recent near Point of Surrender... or Dad... I didn't have to think long or hard... I already knew what the answer would be in my Spirit.  There are no Quitters, Cowards or Conformists in this Crew, that's not how we Roll... put the War Paint on your phizog and Soldier on Gal... dig in... and pass some of that Lingonberry Buttah...</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/AVvXsEhO4Tg3TlEqWaTF0jswRbtZrSVJCHW3X_Z04xHGiY_5xFccbnYBEXjvfZdyAQLks9rYtypIIygNGJ1FgZL_ftQ_2HFH2yGsBETAFcUz4yqwBvdtMrB-tzOGsvjrotlIciq6fMRozT822EY/s1600/087.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhO4Tg3TlEqWaTF0jswRbtZrSVJCHW3X_Z04xHGiY_5xFccbnYBEXjvfZdyAQLks9rYtypIIygNGJ1FgZL_ftQ_2HFH2yGsBETAFcUz4yqwBvdtMrB-tzOGsvjrotlIciq6fMRozT822EY/s1600/087.JPG" width="582" /></a></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><em>Digging in with Noisy Rebellion... and Enjoying Swedish Pancakes with Salted Caramel Coffee in the Arizona Desert... Dawn... The Bohemian</em></div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"></div></div>

No Quiet Rebellion Here!

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Love Reunited

<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/AVvXsEjSYkTPyoeJgCiqHUsuQWxMEuTKjciCQ_BHBz4AUhBpTsYWZ1SZk7SE4Xr1KXBGK8QzOxbrRTASLvxzmDw8xQAp2QN_b_KKhwO7j1Fj5PE-j59nS3xl7GgFHn0FnvrDf7IH8UEJfFJuWqI/s1600/13898053242903.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="540" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSYkTPyoeJgCiqHUsuQWxMEuTKjciCQ_BHBz4AUhBpTsYWZ1SZk7SE4Xr1KXBGK8QzOxbrRTASLvxzmDw8xQAp2QN_b_KKhwO7j1Fj5PE-j59nS3xl7GgFHn0FnvrDf7IH8UEJfFJuWqI/s640/13898053242903.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><br /><span class="userContent"><div class="text_exposed_root text_exposed" id="id_52d6bff1b47233170745396" style="text-align: center;"><em>I had recently received word from my Cousins that their Dear Mom had Crossed Over from Time into Eternity. My Aunt was a Lovely Person inside and out, the Wife of my Dad's Big Brother.   It makes me realize how few of the Elders are left no<span class="text_exposed_show">w... and how very much they will be missed.   I am so Happy that my Cousins Shared this Beautiful Image of their Parents, one I didn't previously have and probably one of the last taken of them Together this side of Time and Eternity, before my Dad's Brother Passed many Years ago.   It Comforts me to know that they are now Together again on the other side.  </span></em></div><div class="text_exposed_root text_exposed" style="text-align: center;"><em><span class="text_exposed_show"></span></em><em><span class="text_exposed_show"></span></em> </div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRKcYhTmOV2-z5l62A0OErxAWS9grLh-ZgxN36NKwIazNd9u4wUhdo5vSrIn5WZiiKNVVan25kgFJA0tDMZvtub8FbYXe35vWkPgDYFVkkGtEh7Ngh2lz-21r0SnVPDvLaclbbe43aF14/s1600/120.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRKcYhTmOV2-z5l62A0OErxAWS9grLh-ZgxN36NKwIazNd9u4wUhdo5vSrIn5WZiiKNVVan25kgFJA0tDMZvtub8FbYXe35vWkPgDYFVkkGtEh7Ngh2lz-21r0SnVPDvLaclbbe43aF14/s640/120.JPG" width="574" /></a></div><div class="text_exposed_root text_exposed" style="text-align: center;"><em><span class="text_exposed_show"></span></em> </div><div class="text_exposed_root text_exposed" style="text-align: center;"><em><span class="text_exposed_show"></span></em> </div><div class="text_exposed_root text_exposed" style="text-align: center;"><em><span class="text_exposed_show">So many fond Memories of them both from my earliest Memories of them through to Adulthood Memories of them... and I'm Grateful for how their Generation so Greatly Influenced mine.  </span></em></div><div class="text_exposed_root text_exposed" style="text-align: center;"><em><span class="text_exposed_show"></span></em><em><span class="text_exposed_show"></span></em> </div> <br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitk1i0qFKdpRemfEWLzSH8Q2x4Iuq6WGhiaiN0yyMp3u2YYgAlP5jM_gPJrrwDZM1RXc92iWe5BNe9149GunWVkgZELqsuMaVs54G3qDUpxrUgqdc5x0sJI_DUV0Zu9vhZY8EtGLBwv3w/s1600/1458615_651772361542343_1464522159_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="614" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitk1i0qFKdpRemfEWLzSH8Q2x4Iuq6WGhiaiN0yyMp3u2YYgAlP5jM_gPJrrwDZM1RXc92iWe5BNe9149GunWVkgZELqsuMaVs54G3qDUpxrUgqdc5x0sJI_DUV0Zu9vhZY8EtGLBwv3w/s640/1458615_651772361542343_1464522159_n.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 I'm especially Grateful for the times when several Generations were able to get Together under one roof.  It wasn't nearly often enough to have three or more Generations in one place at one time before the window of opportunity passed and the Elders went on from Time into Eternity.  But given the Nomadic Lifestyles we all had I suppose it was nothing short of Miraculous that we could manage it every so often!   This is me with my Dad's Big Brother and my Paternal Gramma... three Generations... I only Wish Gramma had Lived long enough to see the Great-Grandchildren that we gave her and that our Children could have known her. </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/AVvXsEg8Z8iy5trekWoch57tuzN063hmSb5Z24pogKhBsYaY-GS7cV6FJqQvP6NLQBWcRDtzkv5Oe5kJ2HrxmDxT1HRNaVJEu7YT9nnu5rtzyyJYlGmBM-WyBAnxMP1EzDdevfDFQl8qWoYxrR4/s1600/111043.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8Z8iy5trekWoch57tuzN063hmSb5Z24pogKhBsYaY-GS7cV6FJqQvP6NLQBWcRDtzkv5Oe5kJ2HrxmDxT1HRNaVJEu7YT9nnu5rtzyyJYlGmBM-WyBAnxMP1EzDdevfDFQl8qWoYxrR4/s640/111043.JPG" width="632" /></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 will indeed Miss You too Aunt Dee, but I know how Delighted you must now be to be Reunited with your Great Love, my Uncle Dwight.  We'll see you all again on the Other Side some day.</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em></em> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>Love... 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Love Reunited

I had recently received word from my Cousins that their Dear Mom had Crossed Over from Time into Eternity. My Aunt was a Lovely Person insi...

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