A Short Lived Victory... And Urban Restoration

<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/AVvXsEirURMHBuUoW6gCZ-z4W5RHP5v4kpP7syVkt3N4eYDAYcxavQjgGnsHKqLo6otg3HTbBDceWQrG1yD2zYy4BYL8pi3JMHgrsr3MOILnQysIezlEkYSPgYdsvjIiv-4EQH3lICE9MTGpyZQ/s1600/009.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirURMHBuUoW6gCZ-z4W5RHP5v4kpP7syVkt3N4eYDAYcxavQjgGnsHKqLo6otg3HTbBDceWQrG1yD2zYy4BYL8pi3JMHgrsr3MOILnQysIezlEkYSPgYdsvjIiv-4EQH3lICE9MTGpyZQ/s1600/009.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>It's a good thing that <a href="http://urbanrestorationaz.com/"><strong><span style="color: red;">URBAN RESTORATION</span></strong></a> is just a hop, skip and a jump away from the VA Hospital so that I could get my Zen On before the Meeting with The Man's Medical Team... because it already hadn't been a very good Morning, since our Victory the day before had been very short lived.  I'm now Suspecting they just told us what we wanted to hear to get us to leave and Believe everything was fine.  Because first thing this Morning the High School called to say they'd decided they actually needed MORE paperwork after all, from Family Court about New Guardianship, to accept Enrollment of the Young Prince!!!  WTF!!!   It was going to be pointless to argue over the phone since I was already well on my way downtown for the VA Hospital Meeting... so we'll just Deal with it later I suppose... AGAIN... for the <u>Third</u> time!!! </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/AVvXsEiQhOGD17qpBUNMjNV5EJH6gj3Jfd_7UtjbYJeyKwvfTF43AL18ivzDoUd0UJHAKO2e4C6-66vKmznFbSgHczkgUNLornJul-JSmCqo6iEuC-jJ0I2k0-NJvrZucqlweZ4-iOH3-bruqbY/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/AVvXsEiQhOGD17qpBUNMjNV5EJH6gj3Jfd_7UtjbYJeyKwvfTF43AL18ivzDoUd0UJHAKO2e4C6-66vKmznFbSgHczkgUNLornJul-JSmCqo6iEuC-jJ0I2k0-NJvrZucqlweZ4-iOH3-bruqbY/s1600/013.JPG" width="480" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em> I don't like to be patronized or lied to and Shined On, I don't like my valuable Time wasted, I don't want to have to ask his Dad to take even more unpaid Time off Work since his Presence didn't really matter to the School one iota.   I think my next visit will be with the Superintendant of Schools... it won't be the first time we've met... she'll probably remember me from a few Years ago.  When we reported Child Abuse by a <u>Principal</u> from another School he <u>used</u> to attend to her... that Principal doesn't work there anymore, I Hope she's never allowed to be working with Children again, she was unfit to.  So I'll just start at the top and work my way down now, I'm tired of dealing with minions.  But I don't really NEED the School Registration Drama to drag on right now, I thought that at least THAT was behind us!!!  Not to mention it's Stressing The Young Prince out too, to be denied Enrollment in High School.  He wants to go to School, even tho' School mostly and generally hasn't been a Positive Experience for him EVER.  So... it was a thing of immense refreshing Beauty to behold this HUGE Awesome Canada Dry Vintage Signage taking up an entire wall when I walked in to my Friend's Event at <a href="http://urbanrestorationaz.com/"><strong><span style="color: #cc0000;">URBAN RESTORATION</span></strong></a>.   I NEEDED a thing of immense refreshing Beauty right about then!  *LOL*  I Love the Graphics, the Patina and especially the Colors. </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/AVvXsEjl3XVgFG_QuTCvZ-JlxM5WFiqctD3W-HqG_yl1qUHN9rIyTkc3h_LUdTlXPzo_Oigkbo3M_XaUA_Eo8CnOVc8cRd2SgU1UKBp6gljStxasBDP3YFIyAVUv9M9pv0qdC1JDJiIGm7sV3DM/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/AVvXsEjl3XVgFG_QuTCvZ-JlxM5WFiqctD3W-HqG_yl1qUHN9rIyTkc3h_LUdTlXPzo_Oigkbo3M_XaUA_Eo8CnOVc8cRd2SgU1UKBp6gljStxasBDP3YFIyAVUv9M9pv0qdC1JDJiIGm7sV3DM/s1600/026.JPG" width="528" /></a></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em>A little bit of Retail Therapy was like Meditation for me... or Medication!  *Smiles*   I could Indulge in Pathological Picture Taking, Socializing with Friends and come Home with a few Special Found Treasures to Beautify and Organize Bohemian Valhalla.   All this before attending the dreaded Meeting... which I must Confess I was NOT looking forward to, given the track record of Meetings lately... and the fact I'd be Dealing with a Government Agency this time!  A Lifetime of being Rasied a Military Brat and then Marrying a Soldier had prepped me for the 'hurry up and wait' Philosophy and Red Tape I'd get tangled up in during this 'Process' of trying to get The Man sprung from a VA Hospital.  I didn't know if this Meeting would go Left too, I was Hoping for the Best while Preparing for the Worst.  It's Ironic really, either they don't want to take him at all or they won't let him go!!!  *Bwahahaha!!!*</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/AVvXsEh8nlhaBEqHgEWmpwGfNa45xLvJP2VhD4qCAYkxIpRnATEXKLANhigTlGmYkne8Ke5GrXSH7T0Wt5K8Tma2YhWfllFyzcDjWXdf3Facs6IRc3RO7BsqhAL8N7MMywMEbaLW8Jx1gXM8dMw/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/AVvXsEh8nlhaBEqHgEWmpwGfNa45xLvJP2VhD4qCAYkxIpRnATEXKLANhigTlGmYkne8Ke5GrXSH7T0Wt5K8Tma2YhWfllFyzcDjWXdf3Facs6IRc3RO7BsqhAL8N7MMywMEbaLW8Jx1gXM8dMw/s1600/006.JPG" width="564" /></a></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em>The Doctor was Fashionably late due to an Emergency... so it was just me and the Social Worker for the first forty-five minutes of my Appointment time {Tick Tock Tick Tock}... and they knew I had to be out of there by 2:00 to be able to drive back Home clear across the Valley and pick up the G-Kid Force from School on time.  So I was Wondering if we'd just have to Cancel and Re-Schedule AGAIN?!?   Then they rolled The Man in... he looked like crap and he informed me he'd had serious Chest Pain last Night so they'd had to give him an Emergency Heart Work-Up and transfer him to a Medical Unit for a day, then back to the Mental Health Unit once he stabilized physically!  I could already tell he was going to be staying a while now and the Game Plan was probably changing by the minute.  It was... and no projection on Release Date now... I don't know how to Feel about it actually... I want him to be Physically and Emotionally strong enough to come Home... but the longer he stays, the worse he's looking and Feeling and that Concerns me.</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/AVvXsEhiohnb1DUg1LwMCVVcW2G2X21DIcyvHnGTzrE-7WZpU7yX73or5xBumHw-rzJCZvaVqwes6irNOTn5A4KCC0HN3j0r6p5wdHScrBGGBAm8CFYdEHRF7C4xdXBWgybVwYsH58bVVrgmBAE/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/AVvXsEhiohnb1DUg1LwMCVVcW2G2X21DIcyvHnGTzrE-7WZpU7yX73or5xBumHw-rzJCZvaVqwes6irNOTn5A4KCC0HN3j0r6p5wdHScrBGGBAm8CFYdEHRF7C4xdXBWgybVwYsH58bVVrgmBAE/s1600/011.JPG" width="480" /></a></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em>The Zen Time I'd spent at the Event and Visiting with my Friends beforehand was just what I'd needed in order to Process all the bad news later.  I was able to sit there and hear it without having Chest Pain of my own because I was at a Point of Peace when I'd Arrived and it Sustained me.  I could tell that The Man was very Confused and Disappointed... in spite of his Physical Health Setback he'd actually Believed they were going to let him come Home with me after this Meeting.  I Felt like you do when you have to leave a Child behind at Day Care and they're having tremendous Separation Anxiety when you have to leave without them.  He looked defeated and I don't like him to look that way because I need him to keep in the Fight and in the Game, it's the only way he'll ever come Home again.  But I also need him to be Safe... and that's a big Question Mark right now.</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/AVvXsEikOAr0gSRYWsTsKQLuIsm7XOeZEb-geG8TPKsiPrWjqhQK81h4hwbczij2mtZBC-NQRlnXc0PzwLhVQjbwCZj_ZAFxoyCqdsBTsEtSyWfK-dZ23XSqzCnBz5xSsihV77qy7tMdvHd_b4s/s1600/004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikOAr0gSRYWsTsKQLuIsm7XOeZEb-geG8TPKsiPrWjqhQK81h4hwbczij2mtZBC-NQRlnXc0PzwLhVQjbwCZj_ZAFxoyCqdsBTsEtSyWfK-dZ23XSqzCnBz5xSsihV77qy7tMdvHd_b4s/s1600/004.JPG" width="480" /></a></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em>Thankfully I made it by the skin of my teeth to pick the Kiddos up on time... they didn't even ask if Grandpa was coming Home... I think they could already tell by my Countenance that the Visit had not gone so well.  I mean Clearly Grandpa wasn't in the vehicle with me... so that must mean he wasn't Home either... so they just asked if I'd been able to see him this time?  I simply told them he was still Working On getting Well enough to come Home... maybe next week... but for now we really don't know when.  They know it is not allowed that Children under Eighteen can Visit... and I can tell they're missing him as much as he's missing them, especially since they can't visit each other.</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/AVvXsEj4WBcCTpUqcWjJMBn2SEi_NZpp4G6OFmWd3AKth3vuqsJFWqEZlVQSSrAlu-Y6zhtR17MqF7NoDMBj0nEtxX34w2TkbDpQ5wLqxcR72pYlyQwoIIhjOdRDx1KaWUPDWt9y4jjo6kHUa5I/s1600/005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4WBcCTpUqcWjJMBn2SEi_NZpp4G6OFmWd3AKth3vuqsJFWqEZlVQSSrAlu-Y6zhtR17MqF7NoDMBj0nEtxX34w2TkbDpQ5wLqxcR72pYlyQwoIIhjOdRDx1KaWUPDWt9y4jjo6kHUa5I/s1600/005.JPG" width="496" /></a></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em>I can particularly tell that The Princess is having more Anxiety about it all than she's letting on... her Moods are volatile.  And yesterday, during her Fav Show 'Sam and Cat', she had a Meltdown about the Episode.   The Girls were at a Nursing Home visiting their Nanna... one of the Girls, the ditzy one, saved an Elderly Resident from being run over by a runaway Wheelchair and he tried to reward her with Twenty Dollars.  She wouldn't take it but the fiesty one took it instead... and Princess T erupted in hysterical tears that the Girl had taken the Old Man's Money and she shouldn't have done that Gramma... Poor Old Man!!!   She Loves this Show but she made me switch the Channel immediately and she was clearly upset and angry... saying they shouldn't take Advantage of an Old Man like Grandpa!!!   I told her it was meant to be Comedy and not Mean or Upsetting, she countered with it WAS <u>NOT</u> FUNNY and she does not like that Girl now!!!  It was all I could do to Comfort her... I can tell she's Worried about him being in an Institution again where others might not be taking good Care of him like we do.  She knows he gets Sad, Homesick, Lonely and Afraid when he has to 'Live' at a Hospital... and that we can't look out for him from here, so he's on his own to fend for himself in our absence.</em></div><div align="center"><em></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/AVvXsEhuBb6E6uf3c9C2VkdQuFW_TXvkt5kWimapEoZSn1hDm8Cr3OE_WBoVkL8nKtCP1GUu-wNiAUjWFneFMCf062X3VQWW4-37Z7FfQ3Bt8oAS3NpJtgZnAS1wSyjLA1ALrmHI0e4A3fMRDKc/s1600/003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuBb6E6uf3c9C2VkdQuFW_TXvkt5kWimapEoZSn1hDm8Cr3OE_WBoVkL8nKtCP1GUu-wNiAUjWFneFMCf062X3VQWW4-37Z7FfQ3Bt8oAS3NpJtgZnAS1wSyjLA1ALrmHI0e4A3fMRDKc/s1600/003.JPG" width="520" /></a></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><em>I know she's right... Kids have Profound Instinct about stuff, even when you try to protect and shield them from harsh Realities.  So I too am really Hoping he can come Home again sooner than later.  I don't want him to Believe we're Abandoning him or Forgetting about him... he has a tendancy to do that since his Short Term Memory is shot to Hell so he often cannot remember calls and visits or Process Time lapsing.   He'll often call me several times a day and not remember that it's not the first time.  He'll be convinced and panic stricken that he couldn't get hold of me for days... until I remind him that we already talked and then remind him of what he told me... which calms him down, since he realizes I couldn't know unless it's True.  It's like having perpetual Amnesia I suppose and I couldn't Imagine what that is like, but it must be terrifying when the Present and recent Past just keeps getting erased over and over each day.</em></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYng5EZLZKSKcqNZMtipQsgX3c1CqlRTNcYRX5nPG41oYg8aJk9l9QRbwy4DOjqLym5rEwqWwv3REUQne3e1q-V_dKpP7YU5p3FbU_SpGgHyCjruzunnU6mMc45j0E95yUnC0StoALtbM/s1600/008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYng5EZLZKSKcqNZMtipQsgX3c1CqlRTNcYRX5nPG41oYg8aJk9l9QRbwy4DOjqLym5rEwqWwv3REUQne3e1q-V_dKpP7YU5p3FbU_SpGgHyCjruzunnU6mMc45j0E95yUnC0StoALtbM/s1600/008.JPG" width="566" /></a></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em>I want to give him things to look forward to when he has his Homecoming... so the Kiddos and I have been brainstorming some Fun Family Night Activities we can do from Home rather than taking him out, since being out in Public is still very difficult for him.  He Qualifies for Adult Day Health Care and Recreational Therapy, including Transport, but getting him on board for that will be a Process and he really doesn't want to have to go.  I feel it will be Enriching for him and a Welcome Respite for me too... knowing he's getting out on his own doing Activities with other Veterans in a similar condition and situation to his own.   He has told me he'll be Open to it, but I think he's saying that because he feels its what I want and need to hear, and the Doctors, rather than him actually having any real Interest.</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/AVvXsEiWWWWRQR89hHjwGUmF9AjyjN7RgcrB0n8LdzeuftY90BV07F3PS82xdUH3qGq_0Jg3PpQ5lAIEzIOAIypPV94KaCQdwtELlhysKADEVroCTHFsmub1ZVcyA1PuXiagYCyj7QP-3WcusVw/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/AVvXsEiWWWWRQR89hHjwGUmF9AjyjN7RgcrB0n8LdzeuftY90BV07F3PS82xdUH3qGq_0Jg3PpQ5lAIEzIOAIypPV94KaCQdwtELlhysKADEVroCTHFsmub1ZVcyA1PuXiagYCyj7QP-3WcusVw/s1600/007.JPG" width="480" /></a></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><em>It's tough, because he can't go with me everywhere I want or need to go, any more than the Kiddos can... so they each need to have their own Interests, Activities and Space to do things apart from me.  Princess T is very much like Grandpa, getting her to Participate in anything is like pulling teeth.  The Young Prince on the other hand is Game for anything and everything, so he's Involved in many things and it's Beneficial to him and cuts me a break from his Care several times a week.  Mutually Beneficial Activities and Programs are a Lifeline for a Caregiver's Well Being and Peace of Mind, it Involves more People in the Process of dividing the Time your Loved Ones spend each day and Ensuring more Quality Time... for them and for you, as well as meeting them at their Point of Need.  I can't be everything to any of them and teaching them some semi-independance is vital to their Future.</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/AVvXsEiOWIrSXAlBA8NuYE7IFHiXhEqasLp-w5vTWqyXlNeA47j8ehFt0qeKICmwrRNlB5Jk9r-nA3Ff1LG0KEsnprrNfV_YyZeUEYbqXFfQWDXo2UHfKfzWEAB6fs0CZtUwjnUopGFuOwzfYcA/s1600/024.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOWIrSXAlBA8NuYE7IFHiXhEqasLp-w5vTWqyXlNeA47j8ehFt0qeKICmwrRNlB5Jk9r-nA3Ff1LG0KEsnprrNfV_YyZeUEYbqXFfQWDXo2UHfKfzWEAB6fs0CZtUwjnUopGFuOwzfYcA/s1600/024.JPG" width="480" /></a></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><em>I try not to think too much about the Future actually, I just Focus on each Day as it unfolds.  I can Deal with a Day at a time and prefer to Live in the Moment anyway.  The only Future Dates I care to Calendar on Purpose are upcoming Activities and Events that I'm looking forward to.  Thankfully as Spring approaches there are more and more of them coming up... so plenty to do, to see, to look forward to.  Well, when I can fit them in to Scheduling that is... the endless Appointments and Agency Meetings that stretch out across the Calendar.    This Morning will be the Next One... the Meeting with the Second Surgeon for Princess T's necessary Surgery... I'm Praying like crazy that this one will go better than the last one?   That we'll FINALLY get it done after over a Year of Waiting and being Denied... and get the Pathology done to Ensure what it is and to give her Relief from the Suffering she's Endured like a Trooper.  The not Knowing has been Agonizing.  And maybe she won't be so Frail and Sick all the time once the tumor is removed?  Maybe she'll finally for the first time in her Life be able to sleep thru a Night and actually be Rested?  Maybe she'll be able to Breathe more easily?  Maybe she'll Enjoy Eating rather than having it be a necessary Evil that is Painful for her and she tries to avoid?  She Deserves the Chance to, I Hope this Surgeon will Choose to give her that Chance... even tho' I'm NOT MOM?</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/AVvXsEhL1eK0b77S2aacpADtd03982nOQ81S-n5Xg3IXphJwGgQss2JNCD4C0j2fq6euH4QN3wTO_HdkyULddrKtfneXujtID66VvvDsOvXOgzPyOsrmnHViNupFKf4wOjsdKY5qoKBYbKVNypA/s1600/018.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="496" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhL1eK0b77S2aacpADtd03982nOQ81S-n5Xg3IXphJwGgQss2JNCD4C0j2fq6euH4QN3wTO_HdkyULddrKtfneXujtID66VvvDsOvXOgzPyOsrmnHViNupFKf4wOjsdKY5qoKBYbKVNypA/s1600/018.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em>Yes, I had been Hopeful that I could soon return to some Happy Frivolous Post Topics rather than the Weight of the Heavy Stuff?   The Stuff that has been Weighing on my Mind so Heavily lately that it's difficult to think past it and Focus on Frivolity.   It would be Nice to be able to run into Friends and when they ask, be able to say for once that everything is Swell... and MEAN IT!   Or not have to talk about things that really I don't even want to think about, let alone talk about sometimes... though Releasing it is Healthier than bottling it up and stuffing it down.  Sometimes I do need to just Keep It Real and talk about it... here or in person... like a Tea Kettle that has sat on the Stove a long time under intense Heat and needs to release some Steam lest it boil over and scald everything around it!</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/AVvXsEgnLfUt6t7Bs6jNxKVeyHlqxf-iNW2dRZHSEzveuO7mdcf_Qg5UK_gnpLfZYw4zGEsWkhoTj2x5R_CJGiszOLZpHrocUYfps0M6lUj5Cy4NbbOh32syagsBPz1JN_qmZ4AYT3K7dfU300g/s1600/016.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="586" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnLfUt6t7Bs6jNxKVeyHlqxf-iNW2dRZHSEzveuO7mdcf_Qg5UK_gnpLfZYw4zGEsWkhoTj2x5R_CJGiszOLZpHrocUYfps0M6lUj5Cy4NbbOh32syagsBPz1JN_qmZ4AYT3K7dfU300g/s1600/016.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em>So I had that chance... to talk about it to Friends... and write about it here for the past few Posts... and go out and do some light Retail Therapy buying a Hand-Made Valentine Stuffed Heart {the one in this Image is now mine}... inexpensive Vintage Hardware... Hand-Dyed Seam Binding... a Creepy Inexpensive Antique Doll Head... and...</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/AVvXsEgdd3RpiV8k2nZ3EN58WP3y92WfVRe2_WwKfCJlDehPpFOvxkyp1fFeNHiX00NmcP6l7GBfqggZBEbIJPQWGfpUQcOt8HUz8s2ByjUANuk69bdHf1Bo6ficvhLlirMXzNNh7qsE9Dln2Ic/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/AVvXsEgdd3RpiV8k2nZ3EN58WP3y92WfVRe2_WwKfCJlDehPpFOvxkyp1fFeNHiX00NmcP6l7GBfqggZBEbIJPQWGfpUQcOt8HUz8s2ByjUANuk69bdHf1Bo6ficvhLlirMXzNNh7qsE9Dln2Ic/s1600/019.JPG" width="498" /></a></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><em>One of these great Vintage Industrial Mini Loaf Pans to Organize my Smalls and Stamping Supplies in the Art Studio Cottage!   I've never seen one with this many compartments.  And it could serve dual Purpose for baking a 'Duggar Family' amount of mini loaves I suppose, if you had an Oven big enuf?  *LOL*</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/AVvXsEjHxeyrbNlTQraDmtND_FUbq5cbfyuAATtNN7pTxopWNFsF1IIQ2RbcaD2jNpDNqGSP3m34M40aTbXjmPo1-Sp6uzbtI3DwU7x0DXv3S6xIA8nPt1OtxNYzBym0Hl43L2_ZnfPM9HJ8yEo/s1600/020.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="558" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHxeyrbNlTQraDmtND_FUbq5cbfyuAATtNN7pTxopWNFsF1IIQ2RbcaD2jNpDNqGSP3m34M40aTbXjmPo1-Sp6uzbtI3DwU7x0DXv3S6xIA8nPt1OtxNYzBym0Hl43L2_ZnfPM9HJ8yEo/s1600/020.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em>And the Event will run thru the Weekend, so you've still got plenty of Time to get down there and Source your own Found Treasures.   If you've a Lover of Smalls and Vintage Industrial you won't find a better Selection at a better Price Point.   And several Talented Artists offer their Hand-Made and often OOAK Creations there as well.</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/AVvXsEhAuXiRHrQZvLk6yfsN3m_d6nvnDfmc2sAG5u7rU5NMWgbply2-7rhdm9DovLPdZj6_BmrEGvM0L55ZMGQVh7a1fEHrLWPkYOnnP7l7XmpenInqldqu7JJu2O6ZkedCsGxiO-XQRVE_RWk/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/AVvXsEhAuXiRHrQZvLk6yfsN3m_d6nvnDfmc2sAG5u7rU5NMWgbply2-7rhdm9DovLPdZj6_BmrEGvM0L55ZMGQVh7a1fEHrLWPkYOnnP7l7XmpenInqldqu7JJu2O6ZkedCsGxiO-XQRVE_RWk/s1600/022.JPG" width="560" /></a></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><em>So be sure to Stop in when you're Cruising Seventh Street in Downtown Phoenix this Weekend.</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/AVvXsEg_Os3qoAT6_YU8ZiDh2P19eyMV_jUbPjZOmartplQYJzepe1OreT_HAmL9rbbofYEHfMx0xrdkPKvo6krtsD5cc18nrJ1bNfbDG9_q5H7nvvEfF_UpNprh54SOoz-AdL1Iofo9DSe2O2k/s1600/017.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_Os3qoAT6_YU8ZiDh2P19eyMV_jUbPjZOmartplQYJzepe1OreT_HAmL9rbbofYEHfMx0xrdkPKvo6krtsD5cc18nrJ1bNfbDG9_q5H7nvvEfF_UpNprh54SOoz-AdL1Iofo9DSe2O2k/s1600/017.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;"><em>I had the Pleasure on this Day of Meeting my Friend Leslie's Delightful Parents... who bring in the Fresh Baked Cookies for Customers to Enjoy!   I think she's their Favorite... Shhhhhhh... don't tell the others!  *Winks*   Her Mom is <u>so</u> Funny, so her sense of Humor reminds me a lot of my Mom, who is Hilarious too... and Dad is a Sweetheart.</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/AVvXsEjw2EcMskRMNQ-7FV_ZnjjP9Yk72tG0pXB3YMpgB1wGJSsnZ8xjfjfA7QCQByr0bJJdHp0EV1VZOpnfFcIe7ghw2nkDlFwhUiti9GrOJ1oSSPiaWlExOfFH8j_EEObOk0uq6-HZh68Pg6o/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/AVvXsEjw2EcMskRMNQ-7FV_ZnjjP9Yk72tG0pXB3YMpgB1wGJSsnZ8xjfjfA7QCQByr0bJJdHp0EV1VZOpnfFcIe7ghw2nkDlFwhUiti9GrOJ1oSSPiaWlExOfFH8j_EEObOk0uq6-HZh68Pg6o/s1600/015.JPG" width="480" /></a></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em>Of coarse they've Raised a Sweetheart of a Daughter too and they must be so Proud.  It's Wonderful that they're so Supportive of the Vision she has.   I Wish my Mom and Dad could have seen what I'm doing now following my Bliss, I know they'd have totally dug it too... being Junquing and Artistic Pursuits has been in the Blood for Generations!  They were always Proud of my Corporate Lives... but they each knew it wasn't my Passion... Corporate Success just paid really well... but it never fed the Soul... it just put food on the table literally... and that's not the same.  Some might consider and call it Living the Dream to make a lot of Money doing anything that pays well... I never did.  Were it not for Supporting a Family, I would have rather of been a Starving Artist all my Adult Life and been quite Blissful in the doing of it.  *LOL*</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/AVvXsEisF8sXHLiU_UYTJ1C3GjnVqOGcTv4bCn8Xc4NYh5sRJhyFAQNKRk8ZmVILtQ3OACiKSqRU05aTzHZ5B_LncjaRlW4PpJTxg07oJ4AJbTzG3Mqk77A8f2v38UjRUXlMEb0QJ83GzpqSSTE/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/AVvXsEisF8sXHLiU_UYTJ1C3GjnVqOGcTv4bCn8Xc4NYh5sRJhyFAQNKRk8ZmVILtQ3OACiKSqRU05aTzHZ5B_LncjaRlW4PpJTxg07oJ4AJbTzG3Mqk77A8f2v38UjRUXlMEb0QJ83GzpqSSTE/s1600/014.JPG" width="480" /></a></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><em>I must say that I've always Admired Artists that have been Bold enough to Live the Dream and follow their Bliss even if they remain broke doing it.  Though I Wish them all the Success in the World with their Art and Hope they Profit in their Lifetime from their Talent and Gift of making the World a more Beautiful place with their Creativity and Vision.  When any Artist or Designer is a Wild Success I'm always absolutely Delighted for them because they are Evidence that Artistic Souls CAN Succeed and make a Living at what they Love and were Purposed to do!  I don't think the Arts is as Valued as they should be... which is why so many Schools make cuts there first.</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/AVvXsEh4xMjc78tWLl-Ykla7dm-DhkDcDbggaqbdqp5XU7P-RSxJghIu-8k8DnG9aiNuEdMHaJONvM10SB1I-vTj5uS26P6JJUtY_bVk-0f2oSL7-pgDzzLU-9BwRZZRoVkq_46ShJeXrKNj5SM/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/AVvXsEh4xMjc78tWLl-Ykla7dm-DhkDcDbggaqbdqp5XU7P-RSxJghIu-8k8DnG9aiNuEdMHaJONvM10SB1I-vTj5uS26P6JJUtY_bVk-0f2oSL7-pgDzzLU-9BwRZZRoVkq_46ShJeXrKNj5SM/s1600/025.JPG" width="480" /></a></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><em>And now that my Post has Wandered all over the place Topic-Wise because my Mind is Wandering all over the place like a Lost Soul with A.D.D.... I shall call it a Night... *LOL*</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/AVvXsEgdjofWauMAzwY3zBqIZl-m593fOC0w3fuLgQ0sMm6bF_JTara0EL-1OF3da1Y5y8UPa_YczTzegp2KYlFdckgSHBgnQUZIvzgy_LxpNg44VvMGfLNWqn1YSygQ0LeleTzzurF820bqAnI/s1600/139174344057211.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdjofWauMAzwY3zBqIZl-m593fOC0w3fuLgQ0sMm6bF_JTara0EL-1OF3da1Y5y8UPa_YczTzegp2KYlFdckgSHBgnQUZIvzgy_LxpNg44VvMGfLNWqn1YSygQ0LeleTzzurF820bqAnI/s1600/139174344057211.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>Blessings from the Arizona Desert... 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A Short Lived Victory... And Urban Restoration

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Yes... It Was A Good Day Today...

<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/AVvXsEjN4wwTi_WMZuEDG2r9pSFTCDQ7nVU_DJ-l3Xaz6l1sNne5oQJYbrrBASR-0uvfP9xnf3Ey5_Op_d6rtXf0fKx1hZc2BwbEA12X54NQelTPWBUfKHO9ULyrrYVRH_BKFKLSLBIXZCHZQ58/s1600/003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjN4wwTi_WMZuEDG2r9pSFTCDQ7nVU_DJ-l3Xaz6l1sNne5oQJYbrrBASR-0uvfP9xnf3Ey5_Op_d6rtXf0fKx1hZc2BwbEA12X54NQelTPWBUfKHO9ULyrrYVRH_BKFKLSLBIXZCHZQ58/s1600/003.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;"><strong><em><span style="color: #990000;">*Most Beautiful Images Today taken at my Friend Shelly's Shop <a href="http://rustandroses.blogspot.com/"><span style="color: #660000;">RUST AND ROSES</span></a> in Phoenix before I got Sick*</span></em></strong></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>Yes... now that I'm not feeling so much like Death warmed over as I did the first day out of the Hospital... and I'm not quite as overwhelmed about all of the immediate changes and figuring out how to properly administer all the meds and injections to myself... it was a Good Day Today.  The Test Machine they'd given me for Home was faulty and that had created a lot of stress last Night to be sure... feeling so Sick and having to read mounds of literature and trouble shooting booklets as well as the visual of all these Medications splayed out across the table like a Pharmacy, I felt like a Hot Mess!  And like I felt like soaking all that in and doing lotsa bedtime reading... NOT!!! </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/AVvXsEjLdD7FDH9mYiJ2NxtKmlmNo2l6exXznk9o0xGmwM6V4KubI03qx8iAd1Oo-HsaB8x-4OCxvIjil2F3y0da_olbbmXxaf-bTv18SP_fTA_VfloDfDT5LSvgFJCuciEBhnBXy0QtHh-bwD0/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/AVvXsEjLdD7FDH9mYiJ2NxtKmlmNo2l6exXznk9o0xGmwM6V4KubI03qx8iAd1Oo-HsaB8x-4OCxvIjil2F3y0da_olbbmXxaf-bTv18SP_fTA_VfloDfDT5LSvgFJCuciEBhnBXy0QtHh-bwD0/s1600/010.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>  But once I realized it wasn't me screwing it all up... and they replaced the Machine with one that works today, I had more of a Peace about what my levels actually were instead of winging it by how I merely felt.  Figuring out the Injections was not so hard, but giving them to myself was not something I relished... especially since I wasn't sure I knew what I was doing... but I woke up this Morning so something must have gone right!  *LOL*  And my first order of the day was to go Grocery Shopping and buy Organic, Fresh and Diabetic Friendly foods to nourish myself with that had been suggested by the Hospital Dietician.  That part was effortless and actually Enjoyable, I do Love Fresh Wholesome Foods, I just didn't want to have to look at Food as the devil, since clearly, one HAS to eat!  My experience in the Hospital had been nerve wracking since they had been unable to stabilize me and every time I ate anything at all I ended up with stats in the 349-489 range!</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/AVvXsEgHlKMIt1AVdrQVcFSH6dNDslb8MwUp9HxP0WoDh2BJvxvVLadgC_f8pIGA8Wb7DlsBXsH65vfPdXUK9PfPLtaP22AJHWbEbRLHM1tMW_fqhjyv6Jbf6Zf6P59H0A3BiF_dAhhbAmDex-g/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/AVvXsEgHlKMIt1AVdrQVcFSH6dNDslb8MwUp9HxP0WoDh2BJvxvVLadgC_f8pIGA8Wb7DlsBXsH65vfPdXUK9PfPLtaP22AJHWbEbRLHM1tMW_fqhjyv6Jbf6Zf6P59H0A3BiF_dAhhbAmDex-g/s1600/002.JPG" width="542" /></a></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em>You see, I'm such a Control Freak that I like to THINK that I have a Measure of Control over my own Body and Health to some degree.  So, if two kinds of Insulin Meds, eating Healthy and portion control might not bring the numbers down sufficiently I was Concerned... very Concerned.  Because I know the collateral damage Diabetes does to the rest of the body and mine was already trying to just shut down from all the work to combat it.  I'd also seen those poor Souls who had lost limbs and gone blind from Insulin damage... or worse... so I didn't wanna be that Gal!  Caregivers need all their limbs and eyesight... I also need to at least feel close to 100% and running on all cylinders... and clearly I was NOT anymore.  I needed to get things lined up and my ducks in a row before The Force and The Man finally came Home, so Time was of the Essence.  There was only that one Night to have a Pity Party and Rage against Illness that have overtaken me!  Then it was Business as usual and pull it together and hold it down...</em></div><div align="center"></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/AVvXsEialw6b9FqpNfUPeeXtTinfANEMFeOZ75B-BlRUbdP58KGkPAaIZP67mWJpSd-HdKfiTtt790rgzO25idu2TjQtOMiGyoEIjigINXRQ0aYXJTsjJex__3ztQi93UZgNgYgEieRDi1IXXYE/s1600/1474369_649278631796201_2010373043_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="544" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEialw6b9FqpNfUPeeXtTinfANEMFeOZ75B-BlRUbdP58KGkPAaIZP67mWJpSd-HdKfiTtt790rgzO25idu2TjQtOMiGyoEIjigINXRQ0aYXJTsjJex__3ztQi93UZgNgYgEieRDi1IXXYE/s1600/1474369_649278631796201_2010373043_n.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em>Thankfully The Son and Family had arranged lots of Entertainment for the ever growing G-Kid Posse at their House... since there was a Birthday to Celebrate at Dave And Busters... Shopping... and a Super Bowl Party to attend, so as you can see, they hardly missed us!  *Smiles and Whew, what a Relief they were having a Big Time instead of being Stressed out and overly Worried!*  But Holy Brady Bunch Batman!!!  *LMAO*  I'm pleasantly surprised to see The Son and his Girl looking so chipper... 'cause I have had more than a couple of frantic calls from him when The Force was... well... being The Force and His Girl was at Work!  *Winks*  He works Days and she works Second Shift so they've got everyone covered... but that sure is a lot of kiddos, three of them being Teens with all those raging Hormones making them Wacko... two of them being little Divas in Training... and LOTS of Estrogen in that house for Prince R and his Uncle to deal with!!!  *LOL* </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/AVvXsEh_DRJ5Ts-z9EM60e7lPwUtzVqKdsj3skISzSYNOtBPoY8wgogd4cJz3dZVRoaR-yiXDQitrnRUz40_LS3jMg9dsRxbYHGvy3hhZa8DihJTUtLAdtimNyseRRqJ3syH06vMX7RtQPT6N2k/s1600/1234646_649287841795280_739716891_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="550" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_DRJ5Ts-z9EM60e7lPwUtzVqKdsj3skISzSYNOtBPoY8wgogd4cJz3dZVRoaR-yiXDQitrnRUz40_LS3jMg9dsRxbYHGvy3hhZa8DihJTUtLAdtimNyseRRqJ3syH06vMX7RtQPT6N2k/s1600/1234646_649287841795280_739716891_n.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em>But Rolling with it Well they are... and I'm so Grateful they took them for five days while I was Hospitalized and for a couple of days after I got sprung from the Cardiac Unit... because I definitely needed some recuperative time to get things feeling more Normal for me and not feel so close to Death... which, Honestly, I really did... it ain't no fun!  If I didn't get my second wind I wondered how on earth I'd even look after myself, nevermind a house full... so I was Jazzed today when I felt more like a Healing was possible and I got my stats down to 179... which, yes, is still high, but it ain't almost 500 so I'll take it!  AND I was able to get those numbers AFTER eating my new regimen of meals I'd gone Grocery Shopping for today!  I'm a self-professed Foodie so that was good news indeed, not to have to avoid eating lest it kill me!  *LOL*</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/AVvXsEjn8X4gRYC_9jfXEeKk2s0d8KhHYs-8s_-Pxm493A_Y_VNNo_cShhDlg6iEm4RQtvmf_82-DGkmn7PkfVVd1aoy5SzIemowT9JkUbdjeSpo0QfqlmmkfPzrAWi1QQeK070Tg8FUkvciAfQ/s1600/148254_649287895128608_725008259_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjn8X4gRYC_9jfXEeKk2s0d8KhHYs-8s_-Pxm493A_Y_VNNo_cShhDlg6iEm4RQtvmf_82-DGkmn7PkfVVd1aoy5SzIemowT9JkUbdjeSpo0QfqlmmkfPzrAWi1QQeK070Tg8FUkvciAfQ/s1600/148254_649287895128608_725008259_n.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em>I tell you what I don't like about Diabetes in particular... you can't avoid eating Food or Drinking in order to Live... so it's not as if it's something that you can just give up to regain Health... you HAVE to eat and drink.  So... if your body decides to go to the far side and really haywire in the process of converting food to energy, you're pretty screwed if diet and medical intervention don't work effectively to right it.   I can give up almost anything if I was told I needed to for Health and Well Being reasons.  But how does one contemplate giving up Food?  Humnnnn... and therefore I was really nervous if regulating Diet and taking all these Meds didn't cut it... and SO relieved when it began to FINALLY bring levels down where it hopefully wasn't destroying all my internal organs and making them want to shut down and leave the building!  Besides, I don't want Food to be the Enemy... I Like Food!  *Winks*</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/AVvXsEhDkiHPZxBf4iZawOFAgnULv4tT4Q2R87Sg46zx0MyDUGIhJ3C59tUlN7iwWSZVb5hxjJ0s_WeLmZsG-sDJN3WKPadlkjdCjUeqo3Hh4a5Harn1OgilIrSFfZy8GlpR6RNchHytY2LRoFM/s1600/008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDkiHPZxBf4iZawOFAgnULv4tT4Q2R87Sg46zx0MyDUGIhJ3C59tUlN7iwWSZVb5hxjJ0s_WeLmZsG-sDJN3WKPadlkjdCjUeqo3Hh4a5Harn1OgilIrSFfZy8GlpR6RNchHytY2LRoFM/s1600/008.JPG" width="544" /></a></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em>Regulating Diet has been not so difficult really... since I lost over 60 lbs. a few years ago doing Nutrisystem and the Diabetic Dietary Suggestions for eating are so similar to that Plan I was on for over a year and a half and didn't feel at all deprived in the Process.  I can be disciplined when I need to be... I just don't often choose to be if it's not necessary, I'm lazy like that sometimes and I do like Good Food, Food that wasn't even Forbidden for a non-Diebetic... but I can get Serious in a heartbeat too and make Lifestyle Changes that need to be made... whatever the reasons... I'm good at adaptation and improvising to meet a Need... I've done it for Decades.   This is just another Lifestyle Change we will be incorporating now... and why not... things have been a Life and Game Changer since The Force were born and The Man got sick and then had a catastrophic accident and brain injury... so Dietary Changes are a walk in the park compared to all that.</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/AVvXsEiYbx2ZVrsrUlhGaYvSb-2AhtPlaK6k45ifz8guPGUbNRmEkkhWlZqg82YDw-OvIxx_doTca9zcgPupYCEksiItotdU7XvYeElBJgc7ZnHQJUkii7GRxSjo6VSouSyk0iNWqjJ6esSuDUk/s1600/018.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYbx2ZVrsrUlhGaYvSb-2AhtPlaK6k45ifz8guPGUbNRmEkkhWlZqg82YDw-OvIxx_doTca9zcgPupYCEksiItotdU7XvYeElBJgc7ZnHQJUkii7GRxSjo6VSouSyk0iNWqjJ6esSuDUk/s1600/018.JPG" width="626" /></a></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em>I might not have a very Healthy Heart right now, but it is a Strong one, I've got a lot of Heart and I Go Hard for what I want or need to do to Succeed.  I was not in a position of strength when I came Home from the Hospital yesterday and I knew it... things had piled up to a degree that I felt suffocated and buried by it all.  There are so many other things I cannot talk about in the Land of Blog that add to the Stress and are too Private to Share, some of you have been perceptive enough to realize that what I do Share is only the tip of the Iceburg really.  </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/AVvXsEgOQ2jAQo2y1qbKyQIAhZ1AQ-JMWCcWcXOuVusWAYw6iiyPQ-KgClRTKA8MZQ9xv1lCyL6X2f_v4RvWjLodXy-KQSsgriP7Zk8gepmzP5tt01Qz50lWD0wDMhOe98vkXGC6pVz1V21L7sk/s1600/033.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOQ2jAQo2y1qbKyQIAhZ1AQ-JMWCcWcXOuVusWAYw6iiyPQ-KgClRTKA8MZQ9xv1lCyL6X2f_v4RvWjLodXy-KQSsgriP7Zk8gepmzP5tt01Qz50lWD0wDMhOe98vkXGC6pVz1V21L7sk/s1600/033.JPG" width="638" /></a></div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"><em>And I must say that any Catastrophic Accident in and of itself is a Litigation Nightmare as well as a Medical and Life Altering one.  I'm having to deal with it all since The Man can't... he can't even remember his Accident or assist our Attorneys to give his side, so he really has no Voice about what happened, or didn't happen... it's a complete void for him and that complicates things.  We still haven't finalized the Case with Princess T's injuries from the Accident The Son and Family were in... so having two Cases running simultaneously... even tho' I do have a background in Legal Fields... is Heavy, Time consuming and so freakin' Annoying!   Along with VA and DES paperwork for The Man and the kids to receive their Care... Legal Paperwork for both Accidents... and trying to get the Custodial Issues resolved so Princess T can finally have her Surgery... well, I'm buried in Legal Paperwork more than I was when I was working in my Corporate Lives doing it for a Living!!!  Only this time I ain't gettin the big bucks so I'm not as motivated to put up with anything or do more than I am required!  *Smiles*   I just want it all behind us so we can move forward without all these Battlefronts to receive Justice!</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/AVvXsEhRZxMBir_qi5u2rw4PEIegpKAOF_on5X85GNQSPc2zmfcb3V6ShX8K4XzFwZEJFcb1v_8CQXuUamP3jXnkC3lf-_IytAYlXUf6eCtxSf8qNbcLYbs475mvOFhoacu65_A0wpv4KrbxXkg/s1600/009.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="476" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRZxMBir_qi5u2rw4PEIegpKAOF_on5X85GNQSPc2zmfcb3V6ShX8K4XzFwZEJFcb1v_8CQXuUamP3jXnkC3lf-_IytAYlXUf6eCtxSf8qNbcLYbs475mvOFhoacu65_A0wpv4KrbxXkg/s1600/009.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em>And therein was the other dilemma for me since the Docs assessed that Stress is causing most of my Health Issues... YA THINK?!?!  And really, how does one eliminate Stress that is Created by Circumstances beyond your Control or People that you Dearly Love?  Yeah, that's a tough one... so I'm also drawing up a new improved Game Plan for my own Point of Need to Create more Time or at least more Relaxation or the Feeling of it, daily, to help alleviate Stress that cannot be eliminated completely.</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/AVvXsEhsK9UipWzUhM9lB4O5L7RklMz9aZy_IEf0wNR1Tzi8Dvznbbez1Ii1oZjXs7BhzHE1tXumL5f5SuWD7Q7fan4724YODA6-rPhEC9jLtfXZT2FxAOsnOt7gUXCcoIBo-7HpBK1vLY2OB4w/s1600/004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsK9UipWzUhM9lB4O5L7RklMz9aZy_IEf0wNR1Tzi8Dvznbbez1Ii1oZjXs7BhzHE1tXumL5f5SuWD7Q7fan4724YODA6-rPhEC9jLtfXZT2FxAOsnOt7gUXCcoIBo-7HpBK1vLY2OB4w/s1600/004.JPG" width="480" /></a></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em>I have lotsa Plans in place and many of them can be done at Home, which is convenient given I can't get out very much when everyone is finally Home.   The Man's Hospital stay has been extended because now they feel he needs Back Surgery again... which isn't such a Surprise given he's had this huge lump on his spine since the Accident, but we needed to get him Stronger and somewhat rehabilitated before subjecting him to more Major Surgeries post-trauma.  I haven't been allowed to visit with him yet, but we talk by Phone and I try to Encourage him... because I know due to his Brain Injury he's as Scared and having as much Separation Anxiety as a Child and needs equal Comforting Emotionally.  I don't want him to regress on account of the recent Hospitalization because he's made such remarkable Progress since being able to come Home.  It is also heart wrenching to see my big strong Man so vulnerable of mind and body now that Brain Injury has taken away who he was and replaced him with someone different, but still as Lovable, only more Childlike and Sensitive.</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/AVvXsEi6TfqYZ4NddExPgaILelqRjjHUqhO9pVUjkCFYYZ1TXH7d520frBubYfIlkYshZP8LtMAZTuaNOQefJ13I7O-erDkHcDC087GiE67B2eJ5gUHQaWz28UJzZDP4Rr0PPqPk-DWjYFiY5II/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/AVvXsEi6TfqYZ4NddExPgaILelqRjjHUqhO9pVUjkCFYYZ1TXH7d520frBubYfIlkYshZP8LtMAZTuaNOQefJ13I7O-erDkHcDC087GiE67B2eJ5gUHQaWz28UJzZDP4Rr0PPqPk-DWjYFiY5II/s1600/015.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 know that even once the G-Kid Force are finally grown, I shall always have a Child-Man in the household to Care for... but the Blessing with me getting Sick is that now I need him in a way that he KNOWS I still do and is rather happy... not that I'm Sick mind you... but that he's NEEDED and can help LOOK AFTER ME TOO!!!  Like he's always been used to... looking after and taking good Care of his Family.  So there is somewhat of a Silver Lining in this Dark Cloud that has overcast our Lives again... there always is if you look hard and long enuf at it.</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/AVvXsEiu6wS9EWAUcvwMBLOtLcwumiLu5lN8dWE8z3zP7e74nJzcK9r0w0biTKKjlehhqdhq9LVE7X4SbWKkfdVOPQtLteq7ayjRNhKeWzKpwDQMt47ep6fkwIk0aOTImnQ4mwhwpnaC_bT9z1c/s1600/024.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiu6wS9EWAUcvwMBLOtLcwumiLu5lN8dWE8z3zP7e74nJzcK9r0w0biTKKjlehhqdhq9LVE7X4SbWKkfdVOPQtLteq7ayjRNhKeWzKpwDQMt47ep6fkwIk0aOTImnQ4mwhwpnaC_bT9z1c/s1600/024.JPG" width="480" /></a></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em>Even someone, a situation or something raggedy can still be Beautiful you know... just in a different way... and if you have an Eye for it, perhaps in a Profoundly more Beautiful way that defies the Conventional Beauty everyone else tends to seek in the quest for Perfection... which will often leave them Empty and Eternally Wanting... since few things measure up to Perfection.  And really aren't ever as Interesting and don't have as much of a Back-End Story to them anyway as someone or something that Shows it has had a lot of Life already and probably a Story to tell.  A Story that goes along with every Imperfection, every flaw, every scar, every missing piece.</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/AVvXsEgSt8IeCmV3qis5_rT-LgFM5pHAIdsRwDYPn_WGN542jLulDmNMadS9fNyIGm96BrYNBNm3_MPeP59dPEUoP6PaXQzza5l3g44ZYKivwd5C5DndO2f36_0ed98JMaHzH8or6L_CzXCoZbg/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/AVvXsEgSt8IeCmV3qis5_rT-LgFM5pHAIdsRwDYPn_WGN542jLulDmNMadS9fNyIGm96BrYNBNm3_MPeP59dPEUoP6PaXQzza5l3g44ZYKivwd5C5DndO2f36_0ed98JMaHzH8or6L_CzXCoZbg/s1600/027.JPG" width="480" /></a></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em>After seeing these Beautiful HUGE Rustic Raw Cotton Grapevine Wreaths with Burlap Bows at Shelly's Shop I'm reminded of how the making of something Raw and Rough can bring about Transformation and absolute Beauty to behold... it probably isn't easy to put it together without some prickly situations and scratches in the Creation of it due to the Resources available... but it can be done and have a Good Result.</em></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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Dawn... The Bohemian</em></div></div>

Yes... It Was A Good Day Today...

    *Most Beautiful Images Today taken at my Friend Shelly's Shop RUST AND ROSES in Phoenix before I got Sick*     Yes... now that I...

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Hopeless Hoarding Of Fabulous Finds

<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/AVvXsEgwETQGSpXJFMrPh6zpYSumBRfob5IRhBpBqRNZCA9Y5n8YJjK1gFHmklhY-MnjUAh1OybcwzCFoBiS6PtZDa4qijEXB-T3oBSQKA8nQx6GHt9p5fnWpUu_LL6Glw1lOVxfW0g8AWDPJ6E/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/AVvXsEgwETQGSpXJFMrPh6zpYSumBRfob5IRhBpBqRNZCA9Y5n8YJjK1gFHmklhY-MnjUAh1OybcwzCFoBiS6PtZDa4qijEXB-T3oBSQKA8nQx6GHt9p5fnWpUu_LL6Glw1lOVxfW0g8AWDPJ6E/s640/126.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>The Crime Scene:  The Storage Cottage... MY Storage Cottage to be exact.  "I thought you cleaned this whole place out", they said... "What happened?"  Last October I had Purged the entire Cottage you see, with the Intention of making the Storage Cottage into my Art Studio Cottage since The Son was still occupying my Art Studio Cottage at the time and it seemed he would never move out.  It was an Epic Purge, the place was practically emptied of it's contents and looked so empty and spacious, like a Blank Canvas to begin Creating upon.</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/AVvXsEg-UstmU5hn-XtFO4vYWusgCmvl4iGbkwlZnfnRAsPvL9ymGGWIiOdORF9idD_dhT4gkpklocynPSdSkFyCYXhXThYxRXLfoJQ-9XFWa3BqaAoSCiGJbiy_zIGCvA1Bucwmj4BzQQs1Omw/s1600/127.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-UstmU5hn-XtFO4vYWusgCmvl4iGbkwlZnfnRAsPvL9ymGGWIiOdORF9idD_dhT4gkpklocynPSdSkFyCYXhXThYxRXLfoJQ-9XFWa3BqaAoSCiGJbiy_zIGCvA1Bucwmj4BzQQs1Omw/s640/127.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>But then The Son did move out of my Old Art Studio Cottage... as did the other Temporary Resident... and so now it was finally Vacant and I could reclaim it, Hopefully for good!!!  Which meant I also now had an emptied Storage Cottage on the other end of our Acreage with all this empty Space that wasn't gonna become my Art Studio after all... and for those of us who are Hopeless Hoarders of Fabulous Finds... well, you know what a Temptation that is don't you?!  *LOL*  We almost can't stand having EMPTY SPACE that COULD BE filled with Fabulous Found Treasures!  After all, our Homes are usually already at Saturation Point for having been amply Decorated and Styled... which leaves us with a perpetual Overage of Fab Stuff that will either be rotated or Flipped and needs to be Housed Somewhere, right?!</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/AVvXsEjl0KkFSSehHVcF1U2r_xiIvFPkcotlWbCHneKkBSEn9bHOmm0TkQ588GJDBYob6qJOU5dvVCnTxvv-tk98n6faq-ERT5kWPAk4X-5PEAzWNhHTgp8SOtkeyVJf5UlxV1dz7xN5q002p0c/s1600/125.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjl0KkFSSehHVcF1U2r_xiIvFPkcotlWbCHneKkBSEn9bHOmm0TkQ588GJDBYob6qJOU5dvVCnTxvv-tk98n6faq-ERT5kWPAk4X-5PEAzWNhHTgp8SOtkeyVJf5UlxV1dz7xN5q002p0c/s640/125.JPG" width="508" /></a></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em>And after all... I do have two Showrooms to keep stocked with Inventory... so it's hard to pass up what you Love AND could Turn a Profit when you need to replenish Inventory, right?  *Winks*  Plus there is the perpetual Upgrading of what you Plan to Keep to now replace lesser Treasures that you're willing to Let Go of and pass along... now that you've replaced them with something you Love better!  *Smiles*  Come on, you know you do that too, I'm not the Lone Ranger here in my Affliction!  *LOL*</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/AVvXsEgU82i9pe_b4IH90WKRxrIlYmGiouY4MAl0sQPHoygqWbgwxxBfNKgJLzqs4omfMpAL9uht_MMBZqGSkDMLJM6eL9DPh5BV4ALGy8MEQjUuv3LDWff2WTJNC7V4ZgcLuG0bQ2OlgoljDx0/s1600/129.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgU82i9pe_b4IH90WKRxrIlYmGiouY4MAl0sQPHoygqWbgwxxBfNKgJLzqs4omfMpAL9uht_MMBZqGSkDMLJM6eL9DPh5BV4ALGy8MEQjUuv3LDWff2WTJNC7V4ZgcLuG0bQ2OlgoljDx0/s640/129.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>You see, I was born with the Gift... or Curse... of being a Good Picker.  I not only Love doing it, but I'm Good at it... I really am... and the Urge to do it is strong because I almost Feel Purposed to be doing it.  I always have, from as far back as I can remember, been in my height of Glory when I'm Junquing, Salvaging, Picking, Rescuing, Finding Homes for and Creating with this Cool Old Stuff!</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/AVvXsEiWnbhain-oHAysckPmOEY4Z5tv3ES4cwMeCMobI5Uxz7mEJNtM9SvotJtwNx7VD6w7s9XcMKBv2gPXleg_pNPo2PLy_nfwA5sno-xX4ypNsB4RVhCVnBPyp_hQUSL0HbFPXwQktBD5DGE/s1600/128.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="518" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWnbhain-oHAysckPmOEY4Z5tv3ES4cwMeCMobI5Uxz7mEJNtM9SvotJtwNx7VD6w7s9XcMKBv2gPXleg_pNPo2PLy_nfwA5sno-xX4ypNsB4RVhCVnBPyp_hQUSL0HbFPXwQktBD5DGE/s640/128.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em>I don't even need to Keep it all... so perhaps I'm not a True Hoarder... or perhaps I'm one of the lower levels of being one... say a Stage One or Two?  *Winks*  I just know that I used to consider myself an Incurable Collector... but lets face it, my Collections transcended the Norm and didn't really fit the definition of Collecting.  *LOL*</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/AVvXsEgGWDNqVt_6ChCfjuKTimIPq3KGiR0Qnuy7qtl2rPVQTRq4wLcQzTjbgZ0xaKZfzXEWhlnAPUELzNRJABdexNwBPvhotQPCChhMuwL_AmCs4rn0CPULYS9ZtOx9cB8ZVMZI2Uw4m5oNMTo/s1600/130.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGWDNqVt_6ChCfjuKTimIPq3KGiR0Qnuy7qtl2rPVQTRq4wLcQzTjbgZ0xaKZfzXEWhlnAPUELzNRJABdexNwBPvhotQPCChhMuwL_AmCs4rn0CPULYS9ZtOx9cB8ZVMZI2Uw4m5oNMTo/s640/130.JPG" width="480" /></a></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em>And I knew this by how most Normal People reacted to my vast Collections, they either stood in Awe or perhaps it was in Horror, of the sheer magnitude of the Inventory of Antiques, Salvage Architecture and Vintage Collectibles I had amassed in a Personal Collection!  *Bwahaha!*</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/AVvXsEjd9_PQRZhcKTRA2HBN6kOnVImW1L5QaypSv5bQK1Nh_Ebs1ttpVZCgh32E_AMmVLrUVyevhOKsZh6RaurUjA3Gk3Og7zYuvRRKVPgrSX5QEgl35kE7acIWdIQWFogS1qEzHpuidZMqgLg/s1600/131.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjd9_PQRZhcKTRA2HBN6kOnVImW1L5QaypSv5bQK1Nh_Ebs1ttpVZCgh32E_AMmVLrUVyevhOKsZh6RaurUjA3Gk3Og7zYuvRRKVPgrSX5QEgl35kE7acIWdIQWFogS1qEzHpuidZMqgLg/s640/131.JPG" width="538" /></a></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em>Sure, in the Home almost everything had a place... so it's not as if there were piles of Wow that you had to navigate around... <u>usually</u>... because eventually what I couldn't find a place for would be sequestered in the Storage Areas or Sold Off because I couldn't stand to have so much clutter for long that didn't have Placement or Purpose, it was too embarrasing and downright Shameful to me.   I knew I had Excess of these 'Things'... but since they weren't Worthless Junk or Trash, I could Justify it in my own Head as a Sane thing to do and have.  *Winks*  But then it was Questionable, wasn't it, did Sane people actually have a Hoard of say, Antique Chairs and Old Salvaged Doors?</em></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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SUPPLIES for Future Projects, Artistic Creations, Events, Inventory or Redecorating!  *Bwahaha!* </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/AVvXsEjyP29eXQLaDlrVl7xJK3OclWsLJXnodClmqH82WuPydClFIr-Mdb0yVY7cR-fz7tm0pYTfpc2T3UaVQemeflzAjkXEU7BD87cRDPeXncqwVAXLQnAap-rKEWKUAmFCmWTHIWEcMNtjmj8/s1600/135.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyP29eXQLaDlrVl7xJK3OclWsLJXnodClmqH82WuPydClFIr-Mdb0yVY7cR-fz7tm0pYTfpc2T3UaVQemeflzAjkXEU7BD87cRDPeXncqwVAXLQnAap-rKEWKUAmFCmWTHIWEcMNtjmj8/s640/135.JPG" width="552" /></a></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em>But the Truth of the matter is... I just Enjoyed looking at them, possessing them, Rescuing them, Saving them... and more importantly HUNTING for them... yes, the Thrill Of The Hunt... it's a Rush like any Drug and just as Addictive if it's your 'Thing'!</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/AVvXsEjODbfBUyvQ6dSDVgQaRBYSLCdOj5A1UaYdFMxl-uoF4UsIvPm1Xvi1wtDTYCBAxxjWnUjdk9hqUlSo_R-3S2HxNcaHYl6hVyHXt3ok5O9dDYn4m9qheJbSLpjEFMKYKY_HdrObFp9ycG4/s1600/136.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="462" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjODbfBUyvQ6dSDVgQaRBYSLCdOj5A1UaYdFMxl-uoF4UsIvPm1Xvi1wtDTYCBAxxjWnUjdk9hqUlSo_R-3S2HxNcaHYl6hVyHXt3ok5O9dDYn4m9qheJbSLpjEFMKYKY_HdrObFp9ycG4/s640/136.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em>And the Older I got, the more Important it now became to me to become even more of a Keeper Of The Past.   Most especially since so much of it was being Lost or not Valued by so many others and was disappearing from the Landscape or couldn't be had like it once was.</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;"><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/AVvXsEiy3Gmf-gGu_5bnmgqEV_Y6hlUUtFjjM06RGkh4vjHtFkSPkRjglElNeIU-1FDwlWwYtU66uxZZGk9u7YnDGPv9MpiMHlQk6pJq1c29GOROHpoWPK7cMVDK9FTo-NMAf9ICDnrUoq-QE5I/s1600/133.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="606" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiy3Gmf-gGu_5bnmgqEV_Y6hlUUtFjjM06RGkh4vjHtFkSPkRjglElNeIU-1FDwlWwYtU66uxZZGk9u7YnDGPv9MpiMHlQk6pJq1c29GOROHpoWPK7cMVDK9FTo-NMAf9ICDnrUoq-QE5I/s640/133.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em>I can't even begin to tell you how much of a Relief and how Liberating it was for me when I began to Discover that there WERE others like me... who got the same Rush and had the same proclivities and Passion for not only the Process, but the Product.  People I could actually converse with about these things, activities, Vision and topics that have Excited me for so long, because they Felt it too in one form or another.  Perhaps we wouldn't necessarily have Identical Aesthetics about it... but we were indeed Kindred Spirits and Simpatico Souls and there was no Judgment.</em></div><div align="center"> </div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJ0SQ6sqmj7AoqooOBDOsFC3xXRe4oritXfScGbs3V58Tji8jbZ9gtDZ246HladQ1kukuzxvTK6mSe1WHd-0UMJ8zn_taB5wUpXVOybq9rD1nastZntpQbaOwpBH6zeF-a8Y0BFJfeUWY/s1600/140.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="594" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJ0SQ6sqmj7AoqooOBDOsFC3xXRe4oritXfScGbs3V58Tji8jbZ9gtDZ246HladQ1kukuzxvTK6mSe1WHd-0UMJ8zn_taB5wUpXVOybq9rD1nastZntpQbaOwpBH6zeF-a8Y0BFJfeUWY/s640/140.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div align="center"><em>They wouldn't be like The Others... the Ones that would look at your Beloved 100+ year old Salvaged Wood Fencing Cache in the most Magnificent Hue of early 1900's Turquoise and say, "Hey, if you need me to Help you haul all that to the curb on bulk garbage day, just give me a Holla, Okay?"  *Gasp, insert me clutching my chest and more than Grateful they didn't do me any 'Favors' by Secretly clearing out my Property of such Stuff and Surprising me with the Results... that would give me an Actual Heart Attack or Stroke! LOL*   Yes, this has happened to me before, which is why I'm mentioning it... you must Exercise Great Caution with Whom you're Sharing your Glorious Hoard with lest they do a well intended Intervention or Clearance on your behalf!  *Arghhhhh!!!*</em></div><em></em><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2W5IQoHlqzOArCCC1XJOPnfIrR6KvH4X1z7CTeEILtJgpjhwrvfYGllmGZYo0MazYjx8Gb1sRPB1J1MR_6A1PlbKWsOPTLnqQvjL5iVzi-GecH8d_K5OtskPZz6WB789DE4g8SBxDulY/s1600/159.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2W5IQoHlqzOArCCC1XJOPnfIrR6KvH4X1z7CTeEILtJgpjhwrvfYGllmGZYo0MazYjx8Gb1sRPB1J1MR_6A1PlbKWsOPTLnqQvjL5iVzi-GecH8d_K5OtskPZz6WB789DE4g8SBxDulY/s640/159.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>Instead of seeing a Vintage Shell backed Motel Chair festooned with Sweet Potato Vine as a thing of Beauty... they might prune away the 'Overgrowth' for you and figure that since obviously the Old Chair hadn't been sat in for ages, you mustn't really need or want it so they'll haul it away for you as a Good Samaritan and you'll be so Surprised and Happy!!!   They almost can't wait for you to see what they've done while you were away... Ta Da!   Surprised... YES... Happy... are you freakin' kiddin' me?!?!   By now you're wondering how much Time you'll have to Serve if you Thank them in the way your Impulses and Emotions want to?!?  While you're picking your sinking stomach up off the floor that it hit when you realized what they'd done and barely contained your initial Hysteria!!!  BTW: No, this particular Chair and Vine didn't meet with that Fate... but I can't recount what did, it still gives me Eternal Heartache!  </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/AVvXsEj5ynu4RLkRZGlwHCERruOi1tQI4dN2NsGEQKLy0YP0xux4VsaLfYhBytkHMdk01zrb4Lo-l-kHrBFTK6HkRayllQAGGY5oOLOvnX90n7wGGGtsm942kXpqGY2DxRf_eRMbqpZEg1pVVhw/s1600/155.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5ynu4RLkRZGlwHCERruOi1tQI4dN2NsGEQKLy0YP0xux4VsaLfYhBytkHMdk01zrb4Lo-l-kHrBFTK6HkRayllQAGGY5oOLOvnX90n7wGGGtsm942kXpqGY2DxRf_eRMbqpZEg1pVVhw/s640/155.JPG" width="558" /></a></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em>Thankfully, though The Man doesn't have the proclivity for Hoarding or Picking quite like I do, he has always Enjoyed the Process enough to often go with me and know what would make my Heart Sing when he was out and about on some Grand Adventure and would Surprise me with what he'd 'Scored' on my behalf.  Once it was even a Cast Iron Bathtub he found while Scouting for Javelina before a Hunt!  But it could be as Simple as an Old Brick with embossed letters on it or an Old Bottle Fragment or Pottery Shard that had baked in the Desert for Lord knows how long and will become a Future Art Project.  </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/AVvXsEj4TljzTZpA2KyQBNZXoU3YaBUZNKvXzDit9y8mbD8ewwLo4eIdwu8D4Cxcqtn4_7k8mFfW_U0DRo3X14u-FsQSErbntdh46k5exer23R-lEAMlvT6z6nQTneuNobcUykF3ZmXHZkL2yKY/s1600/163.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4TljzTZpA2KyQBNZXoU3YaBUZNKvXzDit9y8mbD8ewwLo4eIdwu8D4Cxcqtn4_7k8mFfW_U0DRo3X14u-FsQSErbntdh46k5exer23R-lEAMlvT6z6nQTneuNobcUykF3ZmXHZkL2yKY/s640/163.JPG" width="564" /></a></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em>Even though I've never smoked... I was Jazzed when my Dad gave me his Antique Pedestal Ashtray off his back Porch one year... knowing it would probably never see another cigarrette butt, but would still have Pride of Place on our Front Porch... even many years after he Passed.  My Parents not only Encouraged my Passions, they Shared them... so it must be in The Blood?!?</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/AVvXsEjrSUOc_YHidxsRXEwwYJ8tR2Jw47WoNNFpzj1s6dgRpa6d-cTVBpqFEcit4vGeb9AQDyAKa27GSmOowejtDYAN8WfqPQv8WzdG0vXqLI2VqpFGO-auNFSauBQkpgsvp7EXrul-0FKbm6I/s1600/148.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrSUOc_YHidxsRXEwwYJ8tR2Jw47WoNNFpzj1s6dgRpa6d-cTVBpqFEcit4vGeb9AQDyAKa27GSmOowejtDYAN8WfqPQv8WzdG0vXqLI2VqpFGO-auNFSauBQkpgsvp7EXrul-0FKbm6I/s640/148.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>The Rusty, Chippy and the Crusty has always Appealed to me... Rust is one of my Favorite Colors and Patina is one of my Favorite Words!</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/AVvXsEjhaTH1oqvHhF6l_gVTX2EdluTn94rudj2dlN5LvqOtJMId387fLOta3QefBIGRXJG1SWnCg1EB-gYzzB2OH8_SkCpCpP0v0Y2dQgyt0GUXqxid6pMRQVfVmjHuQ2PO9feXUtS3uqjNAtg/s1600/164.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhaTH1oqvHhF6l_gVTX2EdluTn94rudj2dlN5LvqOtJMId387fLOta3QefBIGRXJG1SWnCg1EB-gYzzB2OH8_SkCpCpP0v0Y2dQgyt0GUXqxid6pMRQVfVmjHuQ2PO9feXUtS3uqjNAtg/s640/164.JPG" width="550" /></a></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em>The Man once stopped by a Harvested Cotton Field and picked me some Cotton Branches that he gleened from the parameter of the newly Harvested and now barren Field and I was just as Happy as if he'd bought me a Dozen Roses!  He knows me that well after all these years.</em></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"> </div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZryRWXEm809IlQqNxtqLM0oMJ14gT-4jD3FJOP41AKG74bbZpYH9CzfX7IEIcJ7rZbAyPGrJKjfSMNoYyPh_7mBBOnnwv0ouubGCIFURJUr__QqcK7H0Ux3RmOBRCq54urLKWjyqlnZ0/s1600/196.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZryRWXEm809IlQqNxtqLM0oMJ14gT-4jD3FJOP41AKG74bbZpYH9CzfX7IEIcJ7rZbAyPGrJKjfSMNoYyPh_7mBBOnnwv0ouubGCIFURJUr__QqcK7H0Ux3RmOBRCq54urLKWjyqlnZ0/s640/196.JPG" width="484" /></a></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><em>And I don't know how many of you have the Skeletons of Old Lawn Furniture with Wild Garden Growth reclaiming them on your Property, but we do and I see it as a Thing of Beauty and Garden Art of sorts... until such time as the pieces will be Restored, Repurposed or Reupholstered and put into Use again some other way.  Until then they are Garden Sentinals and always have a Back Story that Evokes a Memory of that particular Pick. </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/AVvXsEgojPwpMfS7eFKTwv86atu3pfgHTuSg4qxzVYT0sezNU3HGNNM5u-hOHhgG0nEV9cHlpn9jFg5PfNIVjuZSn77LaKKPGerNNWp3MHBV9naHeAR-qP1hLcHfrqOEWleSKaN27nE8BDpt8tQ/s1600/149.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgojPwpMfS7eFKTwv86atu3pfgHTuSg4qxzVYT0sezNU3HGNNM5u-hOHhgG0nEV9cHlpn9jFg5PfNIVjuZSn77LaKKPGerNNWp3MHBV9naHeAR-qP1hLcHfrqOEWleSKaN27nE8BDpt8tQ/s640/149.JPG" width="595" /></a></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em>Some Special Things came with the Property... the Family that built it at the turn of the Century had Salvage and Art in their veins as well... and since Resources were scarce in the Wild, Wild West back then, it wasn't so Peculiar to Scavenge what you Needed or Wanted.  Use it up, wear it out, make do or do without was more the Mantra and Way Of Life back then.</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/AVvXsEi9Gtlk0Z8xmI-nB3hx6KjbKPNs1QDDrJ76IgGzxnvhHdHe1ZVp4a5tmCyZ69VJMNjGKWjHa4pYk4rJtn68IUQ8ZFtAFqAVgkFHIvLRbOKU5ij9nCmM3FBbzr9xf8QCPyAi7zWhyphenhyphenQ22wAg/s1600/156.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9Gtlk0Z8xmI-nB3hx6KjbKPNs1QDDrJ76IgGzxnvhHdHe1ZVp4a5tmCyZ69VJMNjGKWjHa4pYk4rJtn68IUQ8ZFtAFqAVgkFHIvLRbOKU5ij9nCmM3FBbzr9xf8QCPyAi7zWhyphenhyphenQ22wAg/s640/156.JPG" width="480" /></a></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em>And other Things... well, they keep being Found and Rescued by Yours Truly... because since I do have Acreage, there is plenty of room for them to be Stored without being an Eyesore or even visible from the road.   American Pickers would probably call our Property a Honeyhole... and if Mike and Frank ever did stop by on the Arizona Trail, well, I could definitely load them up if they were seeking what I've been Hoarding!  *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/AVvXsEhlms0pB1bFlqKp6y7FWYfVgP-Bcsn5vVdOMMfftVj3PM5aw5jHeFB5gKaIxz2DAO7MsoFLFm_bGBmQTq63Dn26yt1fNA8x2XQ_NHi9jnQxPTVVn3wCJJIP0gFDHcqMla6Rovk-JkAqDGY/s1600/147.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlms0pB1bFlqKp6y7FWYfVgP-Bcsn5vVdOMMfftVj3PM5aw5jHeFB5gKaIxz2DAO7MsoFLFm_bGBmQTq63Dn26yt1fNA8x2XQ_NHi9jnQxPTVVn3wCJJIP0gFDHcqMla6Rovk-JkAqDGY/s640/147.JPG" width="636" /></a></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em>So much of it I don't really have any Sentiment or Attachment to... and even if it was a Future Project yet to get around to... I'm aware that I'd have to be Immortal to utilize everything I've got a Vision for Creating something Cool out of.  *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/AVvXsEijt0E5Qky5_cEaN-RumhhP244Skz1IGnaMQtgqr3Mnz970995fIRJ-k4Z_FBs8MZDSbhdjg4SbM9z2-dbOY1JE03o4_dVW42RiA35CbYv0OkAV2UVrJY2lxvvzWfcUlYYf7ZrtnIzT_E4/s1600/199.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijt0E5Qky5_cEaN-RumhhP244Skz1IGnaMQtgqr3Mnz970995fIRJ-k4Z_FBs8MZDSbhdjg4SbM9z2-dbOY1JE03o4_dVW42RiA35CbYv0OkAV2UVrJY2lxvvzWfcUlYYf7ZrtnIzT_E4/s640/199.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>And even though the Great Edit and Purge is still in full swing... and I have been Successfully Simplifying and Letting Go... I also realize that I shall probably always have a predisposition to hopeless Hoarding of Fabulous Finds... right up to the End.  Because it's not only what I do... it's an intrical part of who I am at my Core I suppose, because I couldn't Imagine NOT doing it.  And I wouldn't want to.</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/AVvXsEhZyH_SKm2WXSSJ9ERzFUEFuBXdt5nEXw_Fs4LT9Y0YcPma8QtWA9J_M5ublddSJzbE8hTR1QNvDsCTy5aJLdejAx29TY_mfuXrnLA92ONNU-ZEWh2zPaow-jI_fLj3ol93fQFEn_HGjag/s1600/264.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="524" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZyH_SKm2WXSSJ9ERzFUEFuBXdt5nEXw_Fs4LT9Y0YcPma8QtWA9J_M5ublddSJzbE8hTR1QNvDsCTy5aJLdejAx29TY_mfuXrnLA92ONNU-ZEWh2zPaow-jI_fLj3ol93fQFEn_HGjag/s640/264.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em>How about you my Friends?  Do you 'Feel' me, can you relate?</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/AVvXsEi5Fdz2AOEoBEjyokuaCOWsy_TskWuFsrg_DqFc3vyNFM9SfAn_-VtEzIqVuR2qC8k8MsgGvd2di9TQNJHV5B8D4aOrTgF407n5Y17R7HSzt-TaB0Obgl497LjAXHZtj55RU0vd59MOYYk/s1600/267.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5Fdz2AOEoBEjyokuaCOWsy_TskWuFsrg_DqFc3vyNFM9SfAn_-VtEzIqVuR2qC8k8MsgGvd2di9TQNJHV5B8D4aOrTgF407n5Y17R7HSzt-TaB0Obgl497LjAXHZtj55RU0vd59MOYYk/s640/267.JPG" width="480" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em></em> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>Blessings from the Arizona Desert... 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Hopeless Hoarding Of Fabulous Finds

    The Crime Scene:  The Storage Cottage... MY Storage Cottage to be exact.  "I thought you cleaned this whole place out", they s...

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