I Shouldda Been A Stowaway...

<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/AVvXsEg3vBc3Db8AFJHqFeG_X_q_-VZJKGCordQXODk65yBlT2bV8Qb8hHlnb8_fjB0gJNKzfMC1icT-R6aMal238BzlTuaYoKXnDSbt-BSZOTbE0rxcF0fZzfQNLk9T0Klqtc02-Hjr7oeubTg6/s960/998659_546853772038688_482011068_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3vBc3Db8AFJHqFeG_X_q_-VZJKGCordQXODk65yBlT2bV8Qb8hHlnb8_fjB0gJNKzfMC1icT-R6aMal238BzlTuaYoKXnDSbt-BSZOTbE0rxcF0fZzfQNLk9T0Klqtc02-Hjr7oeubTg6/s640/998659_546853772038688_482011068_n.jpg" width="468" /></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 Son and his Lovely Girlfriend are back from his Birthday Bash in Vegas... I shouldda been a Stowaway!  *Winks*  Our Family has so many fond Memories of Family Trips to Vegas over the Years and so I wanted to hear all about it... what has changed, what may have remained the same?</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/AVvXsEj7IGg17r9KHdlITPOYO2w5gqfSks6BaNlLyLhoWdANWgGoTKaXO9X-Z6Bo0ZiPVoirqJk0N035B1HYXFbk1vLnNbbbtZ3bhyRzbkRclIXPIOpTfDTwMLz4r-Teuk-MwIDXi_nyUXJ-x0Q_/s885/1001658_546276365429762_1468852251_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7IGg17r9KHdlITPOYO2w5gqfSks6BaNlLyLhoWdANWgGoTKaXO9X-Z6Bo0ZiPVoirqJk0N035B1HYXFbk1vLnNbbbtZ3bhyRzbkRclIXPIOpTfDTwMLz4r-Teuk-MwIDXi_nyUXJ-x0Q_/s640/1001658_546276365429762_1468852251_n.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>The last time he had been there he was still a little Boy... and so his Memories were colored with the Childlike Wonder of those Experiences and the Good Times we Shared going as a Family.  Of coarse he was able to Experience so much more going now as a Grown Man... but he said it was still quite Nostalgic to Recall the Trips of Yesteryear and how he Remembered it back then.  </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/AVvXsEhLEbwMZ6oOE-zCltmznZNtZL9stC5EIOb-OCa9BLtpJNBfS18g_ij7rd969Zo0pISvYq4qeyC-NdjStZiRSJAgo6Q4MGBxUZvqS0777o-N6zeYlxbLo4O4SJ4yBBx6LRgrkB1HOlsO5EmC/s887/1053292_546276568763075_1799167946_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="612" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLEbwMZ6oOE-zCltmznZNtZL9stC5EIOb-OCa9BLtpJNBfS18g_ij7rd969Zo0pISvYq4qeyC-NdjStZiRSJAgo6Q4MGBxUZvqS0777o-N6zeYlxbLo4O4SJ4yBBx6LRgrkB1HOlsO5EmC/s640/1053292_546276568763075_1799167946_o.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>So there were the Walks down Memory Lane that are so Sweet to Savor, even as an Adult.  Vegas is after all an Adult Playground of sorts... filled with Fantasy and Fun.  We always Enjoyed the Shows, the Sights and the Buffets, even though we aren't Gamblers and so that aspect of the Town wasn't ever our Appeal, Focus or 'Thing' for going to Nevada on regular Vacations.   We also always had Friends Stationed at the AFB near Vegas to visit, who knew where all the Locals went to have an Enjoyable Time away from the Lights, Gambling and Glitz.</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/AVvXsEiJcJPo9AgqO_u44E6lRlmhQivsSVIbyL1zmzScElQLxIWuLgEB_L6RpmFVDFkZw8ubJGX86zmhuqgkrPgfPHl1R9cOO7yTXE3SiTeVTlX1NOoGLbfaDgj1dT-reH9vN_NlkLRjU88sKw_3/s1194/1064023_546276298763102_1928398351_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="478" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJcJPo9AgqO_u44E6lRlmhQivsSVIbyL1zmzScElQLxIWuLgEB_L6RpmFVDFkZw8ubJGX86zmhuqgkrPgfPHl1R9cOO7yTXE3SiTeVTlX1NOoGLbfaDgj1dT-reH9vN_NlkLRjU88sKw_3/s640/1064023_546276298763102_1928398351_o.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 was so Glad that The Son got the chance to go back again all these Years later and Enjoy it in a different way... and yet, while also Recalling all the Happy Times our Family Shared there.  It has been many Years since we've gone, especially as a Family, as dynamics changed and it wasn't possible to do it that way anymore.  I last went Years ago with my Dear Uncle from Wales and we had a Wonderful Time that he still talks about often, because it was always a High Point of his Visits to America to hit Vegas with me.</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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I Shouldda Been A Stowaway...

    The Son and his Lovely Girlfriend are back from his Birthday Bash in Vegas... I shouldda been a Stowaway!  *Winks*  Our Family has so ma...

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Embracing Positive Changes AND Scary Stuff...

<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/AVvXsEjJInsoOgXZxJCJPMFWub25Ep438fzuI3aUiUtt2i1B_-FDEO-7TcjBKmYsvkuLEeuGl9cm3nK3LoBpOwHegxLMOdjOUzt2RhxLISQ6N_LH5lCjdJQNrZdPv9m91fNZilTmzmBbTy8joY5-/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/AVvXsEjJInsoOgXZxJCJPMFWub25Ep438fzuI3aUiUtt2i1B_-FDEO-7TcjBKmYsvkuLEeuGl9cm3nK3LoBpOwHegxLMOdjOUzt2RhxLISQ6N_LH5lCjdJQNrZdPv9m91fNZilTmzmBbTy8joY5-/s640/001.JPG" width="544" /></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>Any Metamorphosis demands Embracing what the Situation and/or Person is Becoming... both the Positive Changes AND the Scary Stuff.  As I Wrapped up the Final Phase of the New Showroom #133 Becoming what it will be and being Excited about those Positive Changes, I had Quiet Time in the Doing of it to Reflect upon the other Metamorphosis I find myself Challenged with in our Personal Lives.  Mine as I continue to move through the Delicate Space of Menopause... The Grandson's as he moves quickly towards the Delicate Space of Puberty and Becoming a Man... and The Man's as he moves through Age Related Serious Health Issues and the steady deterioration of Body and Mind.</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/AVvXsEgLFe3X6Qpy6_-6e36IdQI0jYsbbuc-g3mQ4etps-ZNxhRjgZnyB-KkRaGv4W-ACiM3adajnKrgm8L0VzMN4fLRTbhz-m0mduUcr_UBwDO9amA0YHVVW6PqADNY-lBjfUq1YmiX7mq_eI4J/s1600/003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="518" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLFe3X6Qpy6_-6e36IdQI0jYsbbuc-g3mQ4etps-ZNxhRjgZnyB-KkRaGv4W-ACiM3adajnKrgm8L0VzMN4fLRTbhz-m0mduUcr_UBwDO9amA0YHVVW6PqADNY-lBjfUq1YmiX7mq_eI4J/s640/003.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em>Embracing Positive and Exciting Changes is a much more smooth Process than Embracing the Scary Stuff Change will bring, isn't it?  We may run Full Tilt towards and throw ourselves into what looks to be an Adventure that has the liklihood of Good Things to come our way... and drag our feet or Resist as we enter into those Scary Realms of Metamorphosis that must be dealt with because the Change is Evident and going to happen, but we aren't as Enthusiastic since the liklihood has some Bad Things to come our way on the Journey 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/AVvXsEj0kVultIXuIP9-hEe09mlSa7mEyugu2JnVaKMkunTUeBOY6nEWruKYQai7_gq05XpzO0PNtMG98QNIxqFhfQyr9TpWc9TvKuAdoWmgpnk7vTODpgT9TWCR_bOBmZM1DL7PbBBY575Pb66V/s1600/017.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="526" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0kVultIXuIP9-hEe09mlSa7mEyugu2JnVaKMkunTUeBOY6nEWruKYQai7_gq05XpzO0PNtMG98QNIxqFhfQyr9TpWc9TvKuAdoWmgpnk7vTODpgT9TWCR_bOBmZM1DL7PbBBY575Pb66V/s640/017.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>I could Escape into the Metamorphosis of the Positive Changes happening and even though there is no Assurance of Pots of Gold at the end of Rainbows in the Journey, I'm 'Down' for it regardless and Hope Abounds on that part of the Journey.  It's "Looking Good" even with "Natural Eyes"... and so the "Spiritual Eyes" have Visual Validation lining up with what I Felt in my Spirit was a Direction I wanted to take regardless of Potential Risks and probably a lot of necessary Hard Work.    </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/AVvXsEh428Awp3-t0IyNHOA8teASFpNzhfdkZL4ioQmDADMiSEVTSn8pkEWAQn1sRQtEeNI-sbYdwBhyLxNtB9fHQzuWxLtZVvrbV8KZqhbcO9HyJovKPqiDSJ1gfycFSwFQIZ7TPouthSZt7Qw-/s1600/016.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="592" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh428Awp3-t0IyNHOA8teASFpNzhfdkZL4ioQmDADMiSEVTSn8pkEWAQn1sRQtEeNI-sbYdwBhyLxNtB9fHQzuWxLtZVvrbV8KZqhbcO9HyJovKPqiDSJ1gfycFSwFQIZ7TPouthSZt7Qw-/s640/016.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>However, the Metamorphosis of the Scary Stuff unfolding and the Negative Changes happening, especially with The Grandson and The Man, was more of a bitter pill to swallow.  Because no matter how much I throw myself into all of that with everything I've got... and being 100% Committed... I am also somewhat Paralyzed by Fear because of the Realization that in spite of all of my Best Efforts and Love, it could have Zero Results in a Positive Outcome.   Embracing that is like putting your arms around something that Terrifies you in your Worst Nightmares.</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/AVvXsEh2ioJWiVVj5c-QLHsEP-z_vutii4vdsRjvOSZsdr7ptB93yuhIHJ-1uGLi7qrWb-YVVtKbOVs93ykfXhoZl3FP-9heDdoRaO0P_tgM5svmfo32eVJedgrj4ELpkOZovhbHkOxvHdZ6XTeo/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/AVvXsEh2ioJWiVVj5c-QLHsEP-z_vutii4vdsRjvOSZsdr7ptB93yuhIHJ-1uGLi7qrWb-YVVtKbOVs93ykfXhoZl3FP-9heDdoRaO0P_tgM5svmfo32eVJedgrj4ELpkOZovhbHkOxvHdZ6XTeo/s640/019.JPG" width="464" /></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 can have an "Alice In Wonderland" Adventure that is completely Surreal as you fall down the Rabbit Hole and yet still find it to be an Adventure worth taking.   But when you find yourself in more of a Nightmarish descent there is that Urge to not free fall and just see how it goes... and instead reach for anything you can grab onto on the way down so that you might clamber back up to Sunlight and what is Familiar and Safe.  You might not want to go THERE!?!</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/AVvXsEi0HLq_IMR6Z75JwTQAdBiAMOzfERCBRoj_fFGLTOssicyHjsvuWUhyIB9Qv7r01bieDUiuFAjndreCpoRKOAafvprgpDqHwCt3dVIVxNKPpoNNYwgBzXCzxQhEy7rB_hhQbWnNCEd7ciQ4/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/AVvXsEi0HLq_IMR6Z75JwTQAdBiAMOzfERCBRoj_fFGLTOssicyHjsvuWUhyIB9Qv7r01bieDUiuFAjndreCpoRKOAafvprgpDqHwCt3dVIVxNKPpoNNYwgBzXCzxQhEy7rB_hhQbWnNCEd7ciQ4/s640/015.JPG" width="522" /></a></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em>As I got the Bonus Room of New Showroom #133 ready for Inventory to move in this week lots of Friends and Customers came in to Congratulate me on what has been Accomplished, and certainly there was a Feeling of Accomplishment and a Positive Result.  So even though I was Weary from the Hard Work, it was a Good Weariness and something to Celebrate.  But what so many don't really know is how much <u>more </u>Hard Work that far Eclipses that has been done in our Personal Lives just to get through each Day and keep Sanity and a semblance of Normalcy intact... with no Feeling of Accomplishment... few, if any, Positive Results most of the time... and because things have worsened instead of getting better... Congratulations are certainly not in order.</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/AVvXsEgvGZeIHYLqE9EY_egIz8WPVleKMXzhPCQVGgNdSCh_FzgtlYDr8N9c1JY6osS2Mk2XoU1iG2UQQOPv5nz6nLJX_qjBQPT3_eZ9SN0K4hnpYZ6Iop1-kd5XwECNGkljUS8YpnxaBeF7vPLg/s1600/020.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvGZeIHYLqE9EY_egIz8WPVleKMXzhPCQVGgNdSCh_FzgtlYDr8N9c1JY6osS2Mk2XoU1iG2UQQOPv5nz6nLJX_qjBQPT3_eZ9SN0K4hnpYZ6Iop1-kd5XwECNGkljUS8YpnxaBeF7vPLg/s640/020.JPG" width="468" /></a></div><div align="center"><em></em></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em>Inbetween countless Hours of Showroom Work, which I Eagerly looked forward to, was the other countless Hours of going to Medical Appointments for the G-Kid Force and The Man... which I never look forward to and just never seem to have Good or Hopeful News... so I Dread them actually.  I go Under Protest... moving within the Confines of that Delicate Space of Menopause I'm also dealing with within my own Body, Mind and Spirit... and so it is quite the Ride... like one of those Scary Rides at the Carnival, where you bought the ticket and so you're on for the whole ride, but you desperately want to get OFF!</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/AVvXsEiiceC0itsUA2RZb1p5WZR3X3V8sLH-SKdsCGgcrdcHhglkOTemzlbXEsBO-zqTxxMToPkSa6DXqxRn7uafu9g2US18EB18v4vgPu28aRXOCAwKFd6XRJRv6-aoh5GnAb_7dEsfZzHSzZpa/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/AVvXsEiiceC0itsUA2RZb1p5WZR3X3V8sLH-SKdsCGgcrdcHhglkOTemzlbXEsBO-zqTxxMToPkSa6DXqxRn7uafu9g2US18EB18v4vgPu28aRXOCAwKFd6XRJRv6-aoh5GnAb_7dEsfZzHSzZpa/s640/010.JPG" width="480" /></a></div><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em>Princess T's Appointments weren't so bad... it's just going to be the usual Behemoth of Bureaucracy of Referrals we'll bounce around to until the Process of Lining Up the actual Surgery can take place.  And in Layman's Terms and my Personal Opinion and Observation, that just means that everyone wants a slice of getting Paid by the Insurance, before what NEEDS to be done, regardless how Urgent for the sake of the Patient, can actually GET DONE!  *Grrrrrr... yeah, can you only see my Blood Pressure rising as I Attempt to stay Calm and Patient thru that Nonsensical Process!?!*  And then Wait... and Wait... and Wait some more...</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/AVvXsEg0mPHV7EmAjr-5S67IUQ0TC4RLnhhRNMvMG2tw6qtzjkgMvq_nX7HsxXAELe8CqcGEGdwN2qXnosGD4O6p6QDRWiS3vxjFsP2hyphenhyphenrH1RWZKk0vqp015vCjO4cAazadBpmvH9qJGUt98HwyC/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/AVvXsEg0mPHV7EmAjr-5S67IUQ0TC4RLnhhRNMvMG2tw6qtzjkgMvq_nX7HsxXAELe8CqcGEGdwN2qXnosGD4O6p6QDRWiS3vxjFsP2hyphenhyphenrH1RWZKk0vqp015vCjO4cAazadBpmvH9qJGUt98HwyC/s640/005.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>And speaking of Long Waits... it was FINALLY over... and after Nine Months of Waiting on Approvals and then Scheduling for Prince R to actually Receive his Increased Mental Health Services... we got to see the Increased Services Therapist this week!  Hurrah!  But... before I had a chance to Celebrate a Victory... the Session was cut short... she said she would definitely need to request Advanced Services and Consult with a Team of her Peers!  This was NOT GOOD... having been down this Road before with The Daughter and the Mental Health System, it's not my first Rodeo with what that actually MEANS and how Bad the Outcome could be.   Advanced Services means it's beyond the Expertise of the Present Services... which were already Increased... but obviously not to the Level they're Comfortable with and he Needs... and thus... not to the Level I'm Comfortable with because that Scares the living Hell out of me!!!   So... we'll Wait on Increased Services... after all whaddya gonna do???</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em></em> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em></em> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_S2QmqqHBZ-SmebrW-oG9XHM9Map53_wbLtQF-fd8gwWpQZ2Ary2do4u6zqdiXQDgxCwUyedmkRakJQlr-mDjHq9yUImu8IfO-dyp-2U5Aefr_cOdZ6DExuYrwSKxayQiEkFy-Ct0KUf9/s1600/009.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_S2QmqqHBZ-SmebrW-oG9XHM9Map53_wbLtQF-fd8gwWpQZ2Ary2do4u6zqdiXQDgxCwUyedmkRakJQlr-mDjHq9yUImu8IfO-dyp-2U5Aefr_cOdZ6DExuYrwSKxayQiEkFy-Ct0KUf9/s640/009.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 lastly, but certainly not leastly, we come to The Man's string of Appointments at the VA Hospital... you know, all those Therapies and Increased Testings to figure out why he's unraveling so quickly and in a downward spiral into who knows where?   The Abyss that could be... Parkinsons... Parkinsons-Like... the onset of Demetia... or Alzheimers... nobody seems certain yet... so there's no actual Diagnosis we can receive a Game Plan for... but whatever it is... obviously its NOT GOOD.   They Commend me for dealing with it as effectively as we have for the past Year, since we don't really even know WHAT we're dealing with or how to Effectively deal with it... all we do know, it's getting Worse... and FAST!  So I'm justifyably Scared Shitless!  Sorry folks, no other more suitable words than that to actually express the Feeling and Dread I'm Experiencing as I'm Losing my Beloved in Layers!</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/AVvXsEjT0nJd6vaCUrtNfgjmtQ5R1bAcSGVdFvVmX4fahKg7GHH4ASXTWfgK-3QS1GW3Ibqd0BWPDCayhyphenhyphenqDQFNrYqIQS86-60tGEX7dOG6rGmRpkdywwDF0jFuyuDKXhlwMlpzjceq4C3ulftn5/s1600/006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="550" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjT0nJd6vaCUrtNfgjmtQ5R1bAcSGVdFvVmX4fahKg7GHH4ASXTWfgK-3QS1GW3Ibqd0BWPDCayhyphenhyphenqDQFNrYqIQS86-60tGEX7dOG6rGmRpkdywwDF0jFuyuDKXhlwMlpzjceq4C3ulftn5/s640/006.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>As that Negative Metamorphosis takes place I have Learned to Love who The Man now 'Is' and Let Go of who The Man 'Was'.   That's not actually the part that bothers or Scares me most because my Love is not Conditional upon Health or lack thereof of any of the Family.   Here's what bothers and Scares me most... total lack of Security for him being able to remain in the Home at some point in the Future if it gets to the point, like it did with Mom, where I can no longer meet him at his Point of Need and Alternative Placement becomes Necessary?!   Because I fully <u>now</u> KNOW what that MEANS!!!  </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/AVvXsEj92b7Axaw6OO_izYjzh0knyk7mgwcbDEipz_IikJTdIrmKGrTE5BS5CSJjUKiYnRGxznCHJSCbclKFg6VGR3ymEY0fU1yh07J6-ipQvfUsh4eCARveK5muR2F1HSuGWcTQj5k-whJPTE0Q/s1600/002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="516" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj92b7Axaw6OO_izYjzh0knyk7mgwcbDEipz_IikJTdIrmKGrTE5BS5CSJjUKiYnRGxznCHJSCbclKFg6VGR3ymEY0fU1yh07J6-ipQvfUsh4eCARveK5muR2F1HSuGWcTQj5k-whJPTE0Q/s640/002.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>You see... I had NOT fully KNOWN until this fateful Day at the VA Hospital, when The Lord Orchestrated a Divine Appointment... an Unexpected one I NEEDED in order to Answer the looming Questions that had been hidden in the Dark Recesses of my Mind waiting to be Revealed some kinda way.  Since nobody really wants to talk about it and the Medical Community often hedges and cannot give Answers to it anyway.   You see, we ALL want to Believe we can take care of our Families and Provide EVERYTHING they may NEED... but we ALL also know that isn't always POSSIBLE and there are Limits... usually not only Physical and Emotional... but FINANCIAL!  Yeah, the dirty word of Money... and how much one has... or doesn't have.</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/AVvXsEgWipSW4AlHL2G0G60E0iUTtq4AWjo9KlSduwdMVGhGSJzeFclf7Rgpww1Ye7eW3Ije6WMXs5WTvPHTw233oKs1Q8V07YcnVUmXSIipzClDyNpp0mrNHbvpeGf31J-ckVzE8kjfb6LHa1iJ/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/AVvXsEgWipSW4AlHL2G0G60E0iUTtq4AWjo9KlSduwdMVGhGSJzeFclf7Rgpww1Ye7eW3Ije6WMXs5WTvPHTw233oKs1Q8V07YcnVUmXSIipzClDyNpp0mrNHbvpeGf31J-ckVzE8kjfb6LHa1iJ/s640/002.JPG" width="544" /></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>Because of being a Full Time UNPAID Caregiver to several Family Members, I can no longer hold down a Career or even a Part-Time Job... that's my Reality... it is what it is... and so my Little Showrooms and Side Jobs of Hustling whatever I can to make a buck are what I'm left with as my Earning Potential beyond The Man's VA Disability and Pension.  It's called Fixed Income in most Circles... and if it's just you... or you and your Old Man... you can find a way as most Old Folks do.  But I've also got the G-Kid Force to consider... and that weighs Heavy on my Heart and Mind... so I've been Wondering, if The Man had to have Alternative Placement at some point in the Future... what would that mean Financially?  Would EVERYTHING need to go to pay for his Level of Care, or would there be ANYTHING left for the Children and I to Exist upon?  It is after all an Important Question to Consider.  I need not Wonder any longer... I got my Answer Today...</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/AVvXsEhVGON2jwvpL8L47-aTxF57xrRN-lso584-j6Q6UbrXtouQoJGuvK5Q4aIofwkXr3Le0hvzg15hH0HchXqLYhI-LsY4kSJNWwh1558G6tx-AsMvMlN7Y8cRevhxTCleLpG5OprRZ004Iw9A/s1600/011.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="550" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVGON2jwvpL8L47-aTxF57xrRN-lso584-j6Q6UbrXtouQoJGuvK5Q4aIofwkXr3Le0hvzg15hH0HchXqLYhI-LsY4kSJNWwh1558G6tx-AsMvMlN7Y8cRevhxTCleLpG5OprRZ004Iw9A/s640/011.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>As we were Waiting for The Man to Receive a Wheelchair after one Appointment and to wheel him across the VA Hospital to the next Appointment I spied a Human Angel... my Pastor's Older Sister.  And Sister M is a Powerful Prayer Warrior and Mighty Woman Of God... but also a Strong Woman who is dealing with similar Issues as myself... because her Beloved, now in his Seventies, also has Dementia and recently fell and broke a hip.  So he's been in the VA Nursing Home for Old Soldiers for a few weeks now... the place I'm Trying, almost in Vain in seems, to keep The Man out of so he can remain at Home with us.  So Sister M and I have a Camaraderie on many levels... but especially a Point of Reference to the Challenges, Sorrows and Pain this particular Journey has taken us on... and we've known each other long enough to totally Keep It Real.  Sister M has no G-Kids she's raising, but she has considerable Health Challenges of her own and cannot Walk... and so it is to the place where she cannot Care for her Beloved anymore and had to Relinquish him to the Old Soldier's Home, possibly indefinitely, though the Hope is that won't be the case.</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"><em>And so we talked, Candidly... and though standing in and on our Faith, also confronting the Realities that we're dealing with as we Wait on the Lord to Act on our Behalf, which is our Expectation.  And she Answers that Dark Question for me... the one that has been looming in the Dark Recesses of my Subconsciousness.  Because she's a step ahead of me in the dealing with it all now... since her Beloved's Alternative Placement has become Necessary.  And this is the Answer... which turns out to be even DARKER than the Question actually:</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>Medicaide only covers 21 Days... after that they want $200 a DAY!  No different than the Civilian Sector... except that during their Long Military Careers they never earned enough to become Rich Men and were Promised certain Benefits Contractually, that have since been Altered, not in their, or their Family's favor.  Two Hundred Dollars a day for a Family Existing on a VA Disability might as well be a Million Dollars really since you don't have it... and you can't get it.   I saw her Frustration and Concern... and so we stopped and Prayed Together, there in the Lobby... for both of our Beloved Men... and our Families.   And so I left the Hospital rather defeated in some ways... but also more determined than ever that I must keep The Man from unraveling further, some kinda way, so that he can remain in our Home and we won't be in the same unfortunate place that Sister M finds herself Confronted with... because it is a very difficult place to Be Still and Wait upon The Lord for Resolution of indeed!</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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New Showroom #133 Now Open At Brass Armadillo West!

<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/AVvXsEgzJmbe-naPjdQa30E5IcLqu3SvyqSeRd_cuPsBKPr9HsOOatWa8brSOLGLfkQkL5o_gto0U1-Odp4qCsrvCOgkR4PQG0Cn3XwIst50RXWIIOKBJZ4oQUg9xU_2Qb7ic-JOX_N3AuGM2iN4/s1600/016.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="556" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzJmbe-naPjdQa30E5IcLqu3SvyqSeRd_cuPsBKPr9HsOOatWa8brSOLGLfkQkL5o_gto0U1-Odp4qCsrvCOgkR4PQG0Cn3XwIst50RXWIIOKBJZ4oQUg9xU_2Qb7ic-JOX_N3AuGM2iN4/s640/016.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>Well... the past few days the G-Kid Force and I Worked like Crazy to get the New Showroom #133 up and running before the Big 4th of July Sale <strong><a href="https://www.facebook.com/goodyearbrassarmadillo"><span style="color: #6aa84f;">THE BRASS ARMADILLO WEST</span></a></strong> will be having Thursday thru Sunday July 4th-7th.  Still have a LOT of Inventory to bring in... but this is a good enough start to Open the Showroom to Customers... since they were coming in each day we were working on it anyway and seemed Enthusiastic about Shopping once I got it readied... so I didn't want to delay any longer than we had to.</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/AVvXsEiKqjC2CatoZLOraY7isHIOv1qVCQxT3lGbEWB2p2V7JDE7i0u2VvZ8A8OoOr8jiRTY64a4TzY090DFmmXHYBDPWnSJxk4nM7tB4RZ_CQD3wCo57XbyI7Rm6XLjIRo1tNMlloD04-TfWmmJ/s1600/014.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKqjC2CatoZLOraY7isHIOv1qVCQxT3lGbEWB2p2V7JDE7i0u2VvZ8A8OoOr8jiRTY64a4TzY090DFmmXHYBDPWnSJxk4nM7tB4RZ_CQD3wCo57XbyI7Rm6XLjIRo1tNMlloD04-TfWmmJ/s640/014.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>Armed with buckets of Black and Gold Paint and Exotic Gypsy Trim and Tapestries, we got to work the day I Signed the Lease... and decided to keep the hideous Green because after coupling it with Black and Gold, it grew on us and we actually liked it... go figure!  *LOL*  As you can see by the Orbs that kept showing up in all the Frames, Spirit was with us too, joining in... and that always chokes me up because I definitely 'Feel' the Spirit of my Dad and other departed Ancestors Celebrating all of our Opportunities... and to have it captured on Film to visibly 'See' and Validate their Presence as well, definitely Encourages me.  I don't have to Wonder if they could have seen, Rejoiced and Participated in what we're doing... I KNOW they already <u>have because the Evidence is Clear</u>!</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/AVvXsEiWkkNr0h1V5_mdU1__FFv_1qrtrIWoSTt8BJJeNTyDRG17gzlGyBy3lvRwCnTGLfPX8kaA-vOtWogOMoPoxZ9IHZZSTB_NhPSPFK7_ILr9DNPdPBaqR3rKZX1A4UruHgXR4qjwebcdKaQj/s1600/046.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWkkNr0h1V5_mdU1__FFv_1qrtrIWoSTt8BJJeNTyDRG17gzlGyBy3lvRwCnTGLfPX8kaA-vOtWogOMoPoxZ9IHZZSTB_NhPSPFK7_ILr9DNPdPBaqR3rKZX1A4UruHgXR4qjwebcdKaQj/s640/046.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em>Just a little 'Before' and 'After' Shot for ya... though we'll be Sourcing much more for the Vibe of this Room that I want to have and it will eventually Transform into when the appropriate Inventory is 'Picked' over Time.   The Vision of which will be Weird and Wonderful... Cabinet of Curiosities and Museum of Oddities meets Bohemian Mad Botanist and the Gypsy Addams Family.  Yes, I Plan to go Full Tilt on this Showroom and have it be the 'Real Me' no holds barred... if anyone's ready for that?!  *Winks*  Don't know how that will be Received in the Far West Valley of the Arizona Desert... but we'll see?  The Feedback I'm already getting, particularly from the Twenty-Something Age Group Goth Lovers, is that they can hardly wait... so I'm Encouraged I'll have my 'Following' eventually of those that 'Get It' and Love it too.  *Smiles*  </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/AVvXsEhzM5SsJgr00wafpCjyRI1RkkFi4ZQUbgtRap2i-oHLk960puP-Qopru3edxgGEqxOpCgfLQtGmhI5SgJ9pWVhaepTYzJmpt5J_am17sVvQ6EkaubRuhmg_Rl4KsWnoghfHQLlbM7x5_8MJ/s1600/009.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="524" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzM5SsJgr00wafpCjyRI1RkkFi4ZQUbgtRap2i-oHLk960puP-Qopru3edxgGEqxOpCgfLQtGmhI5SgJ9pWVhaepTYzJmpt5J_am17sVvQ6EkaubRuhmg_Rl4KsWnoghfHQLlbM7x5_8MJ/s640/009.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><em>Some Close-Ups of the Fab Hand-Worked East Indian Sari Trims I Sourced from SAS to trim the Shelves with...</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/AVvXsEjPY0BiJnaiiWNB-Rkq8dWWHwu00_so3Gk8CVLmFdzdW4SaTL98vwbOrbvGrfm0u64yPwSyAyHVrWXfGFK8S7OcLmhQoCRhPvVyR2OL9V_1LckA__WgMhdZcMmn1BzeKjJVuPLzYvjqWjzi/s1600/010.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="518" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPY0BiJnaiiWNB-Rkq8dWWHwu00_so3Gk8CVLmFdzdW4SaTL98vwbOrbvGrfm0u64yPwSyAyHVrWXfGFK8S7OcLmhQoCRhPvVyR2OL9V_1LckA__WgMhdZcMmn1BzeKjJVuPLzYvjqWjzi/s640/010.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><em>Every single one had been marked down 50% or MORE from the already low SAS Price, so I was Stoked!   I got four different Trims but the Close-Ups of the other two didn't turn out so great so I'll have to Share them in another Post so you can see how Beautiful they are too!</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/AVvXsEiHRRhQQPZGgMN2_OWyEa-GiaSyhQ-arjFYPYF22LkIIRkjtgr2D35oyR9f4vyc9EiyUold7xpLDShmha8vsdmCVR8v1DnGT9SsGsNeNk8LFw-y4z3jDU73RbQziKffk8HxqYpC3VgM4IyE/s1600/012.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHRRhQQPZGgMN2_OWyEa-GiaSyhQ-arjFYPYF22LkIIRkjtgr2D35oyR9f4vyc9EiyUold7xpLDShmha8vsdmCVR8v1DnGT9SsGsNeNk8LFw-y4z3jDU73RbQziKffk8HxqYpC3VgM4IyE/s640/012.JPG" width="586" /></a></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><em>This third one was my Fav of the Four... lots of Heavy Gold Detailing on the Hand-Work... causing such a Fab Reflective Glare that it blinded the Camera Close-Up!  *LOL*   And the fourth Trim has those tiny East Indian Mirrors in the Beadwork, which also caused Reflective Glare... so I might have to use my better quality Cameras to capture the Close-Ups of them.</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/AVvXsEhMT-7KR5J9sfUu6_DBnbuCWdLf8gPkroFsTJc5-i2vDmkjbqgT90O6UBXPJ-l7ZtIWa8Jmjo4hyT_wyy6MO3QaNo3lzAk0Ik8XZI7brNsAVIgjIYeK9Rhi8J1drHL4FuzZLumaS65OaGBH/s1600/007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="520" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMT-7KR5J9sfUu6_DBnbuCWdLf8gPkroFsTJc5-i2vDmkjbqgT90O6UBXPJ-l7ZtIWa8Jmjo4hyT_wyy6MO3QaNo3lzAk0Ik8XZI7brNsAVIgjIYeK9Rhi8J1drHL4FuzZLumaS65OaGBH/s640/007.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><em>That first day... the Day of Painting and Construction... the G-Kid Force and I were there from 9:00am to almost 5:00pm and they Worked their little keisters off... so much so that they took a Nook Break and actually fell asleep amid the Crocheted Linens and Tapestry piles I had all over the floor!  *LOL*   The Young Prince had put the 'Andrews Sisters' Style Music on PANDORA in his Nook so that was Soothing for us to Work to... and then them to Sleep by.  *Winks* </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/AVvXsEi_i_2trdzGbvub5DxdVUof4G2rb7lvnnFSni4dvAiqeowyt7oNKJLwJwz9iREJcOZ_cUJWJkAAoC34FuIso7MJyGzddjuKjHZky4qMPxxkqUNhAR4CGCWNyvcbHlf5H8mRwSivs1zpZns-/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/AVvXsEi_i_2trdzGbvub5DxdVUof4G2rb7lvnnFSni4dvAiqeowyt7oNKJLwJwz9iREJcOZ_cUJWJkAAoC34FuIso7MJyGzddjuKjHZky4qMPxxkqUNhAR4CGCWNyvcbHlf5H8mRwSivs1zpZns-/s640/005.JPG" width="572" /></a></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><em>Nothing like Hearing such Tunes as "Mr. Sandman" to send the Wee Ones off into Slumber... *Winks*... tho' these were taken while they were still awake.  The Young Prince rolled himself up in the Algerian Tapestry Display you saw in Image #1 as his 'Sleeping Bag' when he was ready to conk out... and then helped me hang it once he woke up.  *Smiles*  It's one of my Fav Family Heirloom Tapestries {of which I have many in my Personal Collection}, but since I'm out of Wall Space at Bohemian Valhalla... I decided to make it a NFS Showroom Display backdrop for my layers of Styling of that wall.  I will be Selling Vintage Tapestries too... but gotta get those I'm willing to "Let Go" of and don't have Sentiment, out of Storage and my Old Studio Cottage that The Son is Living in.</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/AVvXsEjhJkmVbKcDyvPjgvfLahY5rtPQG_mmrPYS14SVO7dghSZjh31Ji2d4mwTkus_iDWYwyQKdtRQgu8NVap82OnKACdvNprC4fajz_kQ9iNwDTz3t7cH5YD8q5l6w6bvu5vNtdAEJkKS2BKHP/s1600/006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="586" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhJkmVbKcDyvPjgvfLahY5rtPQG_mmrPYS14SVO7dghSZjh31Ji2d4mwTkus_iDWYwyQKdtRQgu8NVap82OnKACdvNprC4fajz_kQ9iNwDTz3t7cH5YD8q5l6w6bvu5vNtdAEJkKS2BKHP/s640/006.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><em>And since Budget was Small because I snagged this Showroom Unexpectedly and had to make an End of Month rash Decision the moment I saw it Available... we mostly used whatever we already had to Remodel and Decorate it... so yes, that's Vintage Urban Industrial Chic with Original Graffiti on it on that back Wall that has been Sourced off of our Acreage and came with the Old Property!  *LOL* </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/AVvXsEgHbWfbxKs_wa10tIKFOygJ1fdESqOjA9qp111ofgxyhfhUZaU-e-uHyRmC3pYmR64iiwMHloslNSkg9qQMFwYj81KBu0XBqqbqNhajgeKhEiFhjDm1Ja-sG6Tc2CVyUlWAx0x6M4OLYAk3/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/AVvXsEgHbWfbxKs_wa10tIKFOygJ1fdESqOjA9qp111ofgxyhfhUZaU-e-uHyRmC3pYmR64iiwMHloslNSkg9qQMFwYj81KBu0XBqqbqNhajgeKhEiFhjDm1Ja-sG6Tc2CVyUlWAx0x6M4OLYAk3/s640/008.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> I'll have some Vintage Industrial Inventory as I Source it, so this Galvanized wavy Tin Awning that came off one of our Outbuildings was Perfect and fit like a Charm where I wanted it to be!  No telling how Old it really is since it's been laying there on the back Acreage for the last 13 Years we've owned the Property.  The Man had wanted to throw it all away YEARS ago and I wouldn't let him because I knew I'd find a Purpose for it Eventually... and that Time was obviously NOW!  *Winks...  you know how us Hoarders of Cool Old Stuff are!*</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/AVvXsEh1l8kDWCbW8YM_aU0dtg6b2p2EZyY8hfO7Tri9Wi9M7LqAl_H4lfcRPd0qW77_AJFLevphVEhocD1kIn_avSS5JG5iP_Qs4ZAGKXExVylux6ZILPjLBnJ9DU9gZzluMU5EhIaJ4kP-A2MI/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/AVvXsEh1l8kDWCbW8YM_aU0dtg6b2p2EZyY8hfO7Tri9Wi9M7LqAl_H4lfcRPd0qW77_AJFLevphVEhocD1kIn_avSS5JG5iP_Qs4ZAGKXExVylux6ZILPjLBnJ9DU9gZzluMU5EhIaJ4kP-A2MI/s640/017.JPG" width="546" /></a></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"><em>In fact, everything came Together seamlessly so we got the Room Decorated in Record Time and we really Liked how it all looked when we were through with the Main Room!  The Bonus Room was completely Painted by The G-Force, but still needs Gypsy Trims and Inventory... so that will be a Work In Progress and Hope to Open up that Room to Customers within the Week too. </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/AVvXsEhJbCog9kZrv1a39j4tgAtPM0XH6z-eyPEy7jtXJsdugqwUMsSLvwKV9ooXKTK2fSVoFjErKspzxbDXi1ErHq2NwveZ63bjXkDZrLF5jThWKjWantR9XUyku4b2eA6h9HpwICrpBaSoXXvi/s1600/041.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJbCog9kZrv1a39j4tgAtPM0XH6z-eyPEy7jtXJsdugqwUMsSLvwKV9ooXKTK2fSVoFjErKspzxbDXi1ErHq2NwveZ63bjXkDZrLF5jThWKjWantR9XUyku4b2eA6h9HpwICrpBaSoXXvi/s640/041.JPG" width="474" /></a></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><em>Since Time was of the Essence and I was squeezing in the Showroom Overhaul with a mass of Medical Appointments and Labwork for The Man and G-Kids too... I was Jazzed when another Sweet Dealer at the Mall agreed to Sell me one of her Gorgeous Displays that I'd always Admired.  It is just 'My Style' and the piece couldn't have been more Perfect</em><em> for this Showroom's Vision I had anyway, so that Saved me a lot of Work to NOT have to Construct the first one... and I can add more Displays in a Similar Style as I'm Able to find the Time to Create some.</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/AVvXsEhx_5mtvVxOS5qD8ICLgV1sSBYDeXImdzDtLX-2ldPbOnfUEiFscAawXcRqsFoGLFXREa2keh6RDQnPPqHbng_Fpsiw0nJ4awk6RHV3By5LetEK30TsQPzO1nXfOuUaNscf3kf65R6iCnhk/s1600/022.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="518" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhx_5mtvVxOS5qD8ICLgV1sSBYDeXImdzDtLX-2ldPbOnfUEiFscAawXcRqsFoGLFXREa2keh6RDQnPPqHbng_Fpsiw0nJ4awk6RHV3By5LetEK30TsQPzO1nXfOuUaNscf3kf65R6iCnhk/s640/022.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><em>I'll be hanging my Bohemian Bling Inventory off of it eventually... both Vintage pieces and those I will Create when I have Time to devote to Jewelry Creations again.  What I Love about this Display is how lightweight it is... because Believe it or not, that Gorgeous Detailed Frame is Plastic!  And of coarse I Love Crocheted Lacy Fabrics so the Lining of it was PERFECTLY ME too!</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/AVvXsEhTRBkwD0oW6DBABMj8eJ_E8uPlYEzwVc-IDIBiL_PCaW_U60Ec9auiDhWD0UZGkU1TIz8jMpXf5SGpittbZVI5JOKokAGm55D6qkAy_zXQpqB5epqH9zCd4LwzyFxAhyphenhyphenMd1luNaGr4GS1I/s1600/020.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTRBkwD0oW6DBABMj8eJ_E8uPlYEzwVc-IDIBiL_PCaW_U60Ec9auiDhWD0UZGkU1TIz8jMpXf5SGpittbZVI5JOKokAGm55D6qkAy_zXQpqB5epqH9zCd4LwzyFxAhyphenhyphenMd1luNaGr4GS1I/s640/020.JPG" width="516" /></a></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><em>And though this Display won't be for Sale... since so many Customers have asked for this Style and also my Hand-Made Gypsy Curtains that Grace the Entrance to my other Showroom, I do Plan to make some to offer for Sale too when I begin Creating.  I can hardly wait to get into the Studio and begin Creating for all my Retail Spaces now that I have Room to Showcase it all.  Now... just finding the Free Time to get to it is the Greatest Challenge!  *Le Sigh*  But Prince R already knows how to Sew and Create Adeptly so he is Jazzed to Help Gramma Create some Inventory and we'll Train the Wee Princess too.  Once they recognize the Earning Potential this will have for them, as well as the 'Pickin' they Love to Help with, they'll be all over it and give Gramma some Creative Time as well!  *LOL*  See... there's Method to my Madness of Including them in the Process!  It's the only Assurance I shall have to GET Creative Freedom whilst also Full Time Caregiving!  *LOL* </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/AVvXsEiudfDU0YMINQkh2C8_XUim5bCjP0eneyroHkkvJLR7UVsmeREwyUWQITZPmMSnjQH_9djR2L0aGH1C974C7FufwKO27Ia_msKVhTK09guudOgrUsFhoTk_-7dqzuHMEID6u_jpo0di2s37/s1600/043.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiudfDU0YMINQkh2C8_XUim5bCjP0eneyroHkkvJLR7UVsmeREwyUWQITZPmMSnjQH_9djR2L0aGH1C974C7FufwKO27Ia_msKVhTK09guudOgrUsFhoTk_-7dqzuHMEID6u_jpo0di2s37/s640/043.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><em>Here's the 'After' Shot of that Corner... that Mirrored Trim is on the Side Wall above the Wall Map.</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/AVvXsEiVGiRLVxO4Te0bIlqDi3JTLWE2esjs9X-lRoxr7rZs15dayo0UJ6bs3E5yLNV4iv_H31vDfKlQhs7ogW6PYhPxa4lQTx3zUBjnhN9e7_qvtEW4UJycC-RaGqeNogTSKk9Kmar0gLAGHtYJ/s1600/015.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVGiRLVxO4Te0bIlqDi3JTLWE2esjs9X-lRoxr7rZs15dayo0UJ6bs3E5yLNV4iv_H31vDfKlQhs7ogW6PYhPxa4lQTx3zUBjnhN9e7_qvtEW4UJycC-RaGqeNogTSKk9Kmar0gLAGHtYJ/s640/015.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><em>"Before"...</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/AVvXsEj36m-8gnKWGdJ1apX6VQw55U_vHsoQf4T5ulSjBpx8IhCA9lVds6Z4dZdl9rGuNs5-33fzlSvI9TRJ-NUAa6HRP5XWunPWihCMLMVGOex8Hbg7FDQ-lRsG0glhm2Mcc8osgz_Ln7mSa4A5/s1600/045.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj36m-8gnKWGdJ1apX6VQw55U_vHsoQf4T5ulSjBpx8IhCA9lVds6Z4dZdl9rGuNs5-33fzlSvI9TRJ-NUAa6HRP5XWunPWihCMLMVGOex8Hbg7FDQ-lRsG0glhm2Mcc8osgz_Ln7mSa4A5/s640/045.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><em>And "After"... I must say that Last Night the Young Prince exercised his budding 'Man Muscles' considerably helping Gramma schlep the larger Furnishings over here from the other Showroom!  We spent almost three hours at it and now the other Showroom #114 is De-Cluttered and Re-Styled too for the Big 4th of July Sale!  *Booyah!*</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/AVvXsEh16QwvWeNfWGF3n8q3ksZgOPMBxThs9drll6D7nZswG38uacCBKk3fHPhWC8URTBFUZmeMvZfKGJRmoZCu3SrLKmI_7ds5LVNOe_CWisrp8Uv6lehCxim1uo3NhINkWDqb2tEW9CfceG06/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/AVvXsEh16QwvWeNfWGF3n8q3ksZgOPMBxThs9drll6D7nZswG38uacCBKk3fHPhWC8URTBFUZmeMvZfKGJRmoZCu3SrLKmI_7ds5LVNOe_CWisrp8Uv6lehCxim1uo3NhINkWDqb2tEW9CfceG06/s640/044.JPG" width="480" /></a></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em>The Grandson also Helped Style the Entire Room and over half the Vignettes... he knows what Gramma's Vibe is and it's good Practice for him to be allowed the Freedom of Creative Expression... he did a Really Good Job!   So it was more Pizza and Wings... and Goodwill Hunting Trip for Small Toys for The G-Force as Payment for all their Dedication and Tireless Hard Work as my Design Team!  *Winks*  You see, if I keep them Busy 'Pickin' and 'Stylin' they almost never fuss, whine or fight... they really Enjoy doing it all, so it's definitely Quality Time Shared as well.</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/AVvXsEgA6Bx2tGQAItVfEczuNobktZ153hoAg3E9Ca4Mx0EGdXqgM0bwkWXC_OJkL2TgtHvN1U8SAzjQj055g6N6iE56cbxQChPr1NONlR5-P9SI7lZvfq1mOG7RONhsbI21qWTYo7BY-dFPfYwE/s1600/048.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgA6Bx2tGQAItVfEczuNobktZ153hoAg3E9Ca4Mx0EGdXqgM0bwkWXC_OJkL2TgtHvN1U8SAzjQj055g6N6iE56cbxQChPr1NONlR5-P9SI7lZvfq1mOG7RONhsbI21qWTYo7BY-dFPfYwE/s640/048.JPG" width="580" /></a></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><em>And when we got Home at 9:00 pm the Work Continued as we Priced New Inventory that shall be Showroom Bound after Prince R's Therapy Appointment this Morning... like this Adorable Complete Vintage Retro Japanese BBQ Set!</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/AVvXsEgLWhsJlQVp7S-Bl1ZzFXoE41m0FlYYTgOaetwtARtPCQ22XlCsL-B7yST8tsfTAMu7TMwkJFfpXOZufQ3vevoIauoNY6BA0Apmdhoa_5uQhsS2xrcaHQI8rl3OHgQo_B-BGnqpCiRCelqu/s1600/050.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="632" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLWhsJlQVp7S-Bl1ZzFXoE41m0FlYYTgOaetwtARtPCQ22XlCsL-B7yST8tsfTAMu7TMwkJFfpXOZufQ3vevoIauoNY6BA0Apmdhoa_5uQhsS2xrcaHQI8rl3OHgQo_B-BGnqpCiRCelqu/s640/050.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><em>Though Worn from Countless Years of Use at Bar-B-Ques, enough of the Vintage Adorable Retro Graphics remain to make them a Sweet 'Score' and I've Priced them Individually so that you can buy all or some of the Set.  I know... some Purists would say don't do that with a Complete Set... but that would mean a more Expensive Purchase all at once and I like to give my Customers the Option of a Good Deal or just buying part of or all of a Set... I've Sold Sets quicker that way too... and my Mantra is Price it Affordably for most folks and Move it Out to make room for MORE!!!  And we're not the only ones Expanding The Vision... my Friends Myko and Brett... and Pamela... also bought New Retail Spaces and are busy as Bees getting them ready... Photos to follow in other Posts... so be sure to come back for the Reveals...</em></div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"><em>Blessings from the Arizona Desert... Dawn... The Bohemian</em></div><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><div align="center"> </div></div>

New Showroom #133 Now Open At Brass Armadillo West!

    Well... the past few days the G-Kid Force and I Worked like Crazy to get the New Showroom #133 up and running before the Big 4th of July...

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