tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48255799033679604082024-03-18T23:25:48.187-07:00Bohemian ValhallaBOHEMIAN VALHALLA... My Love Affair with Found Treasures and living the Bohemian Lifestyle...Bohemianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03743017084098726581noreply@blogger.comBlogger23125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4825579903367960408.post-79106738476565173212024-03-18T17:53:00.000-07:002024-03-18T18:15:39.651-07:00It's Our Anniversary<p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3sXuLASyYIXWZ8L72O7LgLDbAOXq99U5sjKbNMvIoGJM0YA5n_mYDcIedF-6ISnuJoRJ526T94ZLh4pAVKwpE3iI2nC4gQqg_P-UMjtfBJEUIomF0TalfjsXV2J3p-iPpTDv1ORDEUkTWGBVKmfoall1ZLLgpXqcjOA1G3Ol6YTvv6a6erOolhB_zfhI/s5152/IMG_5682.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5152" data-original-width="3864" height="978" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3sXuLASyYIXWZ8L72O7LgLDbAOXq99U5sjKbNMvIoGJM0YA5n_mYDcIedF-6ISnuJoRJ526T94ZLh4pAVKwpE3iI2nC4gQqg_P-UMjtfBJEUIomF0TalfjsXV2J3p-iPpTDv1ORDEUkTWGBVKmfoall1ZLLgpXqcjOA1G3Ol6YTvv6a6erOolhB_zfhI/w734-h978/IMG_5682.JPG" width="734" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>The Sunday Night Shift was a bit of a Pain in the Ass, we had extra people on for the Sale, but the Extras spent a lot of time hiding out in the Break Room rather than working, so, they weren't Helpful. I maintained my Calm tho' and stayed Zen regardless. I'm not Management so that's thier shit to sort out. It was busy until the last Hour, then abruptly, it flatlined, but, I had good Sales for the day, which is the 1st Day of the new Pay Period. I've got to get my Truck in to be looked at by the Dealership to find out why the Check Engine Light is on, and since the Brake Light is also now on, I suspect a Brake Job is in order? I have no idea what it all will cost, so will get an estimate first. If I can't afford the repairs yet, I'll have to just not drive until I can.</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCc_jpwOwrj8ZHrIwRtZL90DcxZXPY3a0S3-D8XiyAbqlQnYA6Y1LZssDODzmQVFH6b03AL_64yLsCwCWDGtmCH41QiNk9Jil8hCxh3w0AiVpJZLzknU3PKOLFK1ujGD6QKwMHZBYETn0Xbv6lP82Sal4pqEkxNGWzsyZUVWNSWn7l_ZIi4VIS9XlBwPE/s2048/original.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1354" height="1102" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCc_jpwOwrj8ZHrIwRtZL90DcxZXPY3a0S3-D8XiyAbqlQnYA6Y1LZssDODzmQVFH6b03AL_64yLsCwCWDGtmCH41QiNk9Jil8hCxh3w0AiVpJZLzknU3PKOLFK1ujGD6QKwMHZBYETn0Xbv6lP82Sal4pqEkxNGWzsyZUVWNSWn7l_ZIi4VIS9XlBwPE/w730-h1102/original.jpg" width="730" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><i><br /></i></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>Princess T can ask Timmy for rides to and from School, or she'll have to Walk, if I can't get repairs done yet. The Son leaves for Work too early in the Morning to be any backup for me. TJ had come over and said he's gonna work on the John Deere Tractor Mower since his Brother was unable to fix it. I told him I can't pay any more for that right now, but he's gonna fix it anyway and try to get the Yard done for me. It is a mess and quite overgrown with a lush Clover-like Ground Cover mostly, but it has Burs that carry it's Seeds, so we need to get it mowed down before those Pods mature and go hard. </i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvAyay8dtEoGG7sBzLdhdQ0HcCU_43a7t3b7OQLo4C_rdRrtr3d01l8d_1WyZkQkrDEz0qbY4Iu4b7PHY8HmFtfX1inntbIUe2o95gg4-61J4JBN9tZjPZ3eVazoc3WWHLM2KoKvNEQlSb9Y_ek0z1qOLEQ4eI83qxMMF5hXrZYYP8CFlgnaJz-p-g0Y0/s1600/burclover_leaves.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1200" height="969" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvAyay8dtEoGG7sBzLdhdQ0HcCU_43a7t3b7OQLo4C_rdRrtr3d01l8d_1WyZkQkrDEz0qbY4Iu4b7PHY8HmFtfX1inntbIUe2o95gg4-61J4JBN9tZjPZ3eVazoc3WWHLM2KoKvNEQlSb9Y_ek0z1qOLEQ4eI83qxMMF5hXrZYYP8CFlgnaJz-p-g0Y0/w727-h969/burclover_leaves.jpg" width="727" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><i><br /></i></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i> It's actually called Bur Clover. It improves Soil and is good quality forage to grazing Livestock, which is why it's prolific in the Mini Farm Community here. Those who have Livestock would have it be good quality fresh Food for their Animals. It's very pretty and fast growing, very Green and has pretty little Yellow Flowers, so, if it wasn't for the Burs it wouldn't be a pesky plant. We haven't been able to mow our Pasture or Front Yard since the Killer Bee attacks, so, I really need for TJ to get the John Deere operational and mow it. I thought he'd quit after his Two attacks by the Bees, apparently he felt bad and reconsidered after seeing how overgrown everything became.</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_PV9xadqaF3fad0li5gVkJCDdiEIRI34ijLyxw4aFw5x8fxsAp_OFkqC5KRW7jNzrlTq5qCKQ-LUZamvDwK6fNOUCrgoqkDqAgrUrCf3m9Oq_G3IP0TFXa1RdNl20Rr9ewcWS16MKa4kO7k-SA5uAwSB3q70xSMcfrzrElmbj53SCyqe0nNKkNyQbfBE/s594/MP%20Bag%20up%20close.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="594" data-original-width="441" height="984" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_PV9xadqaF3fad0li5gVkJCDdiEIRI34ijLyxw4aFw5x8fxsAp_OFkqC5KRW7jNzrlTq5qCKQ-LUZamvDwK6fNOUCrgoqkDqAgrUrCf3m9Oq_G3IP0TFXa1RdNl20Rr9ewcWS16MKa4kO7k-SA5uAwSB3q70xSMcfrzrElmbj53SCyqe0nNKkNyQbfBE/w732-h984/MP%20Bag%20up%20close.jpg" width="732" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><i><br /></i></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>To hire Landscapers to do a Property this large would cost more than I can afford on a regular basis. I've even thought about getting some Goats to graze it down Naturally, but, I know nothing about tending Livestock and don't wanna be responsible for Living Things and their Care. Even Chickens, tho' tempting, I decided not to get, tho' everyone whose Raised them tells me they're easy, they're still Alive, so, I just am hesitant. I'd feel badly if they didn't do well or Predators got to them. I'm not a Farmer or Rancher type of Gal, I just wanna grow some of our own Food here and have regular Gardens I know how to Care for. We're fortunate we have great Neighbors who look out for us and we look out for them.</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitAArB9MrVkv_39C19l_PbSFSWCB52AGQ317tCturejrW3wHlDCyHbBMDzH0b0x13XeEsiG-Raj-uQMsNmYEW3AOpHKSP6zt7GnDc1VT89g2MRvvY51cKcUlsB1E3sVqRNUBwJApSORhXW2RQDqxKgZ2TrfqgUsiaJFAIVu3t1bGHElSK-BmPBMUk9vOM/s5152/IMG_8028.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5152" data-original-width="3864" height="984" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitAArB9MrVkv_39C19l_PbSFSWCB52AGQ317tCturejrW3wHlDCyHbBMDzH0b0x13XeEsiG-Raj-uQMsNmYEW3AOpHKSP6zt7GnDc1VT89g2MRvvY51cKcUlsB1E3sVqRNUBwJApSORhXW2RQDqxKgZ2TrfqgUsiaJFAIVu3t1bGHElSK-BmPBMUk9vOM/w738-h984/IMG_8028.JPG" width="738" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><i><br /></i></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>Back when TJ and Anna had no place to park their RV and live, we let them Live in our Driveway and Park it there for Two Years. They did our Yardwork and Irrigation as a Thank You, since, we wouldn't take Money and had no problem with an RV in a part of the Property we weren't using anyway. Their elderly Parents are our Next Door Neighbors and have become Friends, so it helped them be close by to help their Elders too. So, even tho' they had to Sell the RV and move in with his Parents when they became ill, to provide Caregiving, he still feels like we took care of them so he wants to take care of some of what we need still. I appreciate that, Anna is about the Age of The Daughter and TJ is slightly Younger than me, his Parents are in their 80's.</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdQ6DucLYDFjOLwnV4s2tYr3i7zCmKoNRfd344zAtkSBlbDKwxi2E92w7XsCrj0JxhVXsgIowZckw_kpKj23EOhtWr1P0K6__MdS1wFbK5mwP06oDBwZEV8_KQ9XVUf8E-fbGkYbHQHvQE1nrao7N7fZxA8asbXlRswMgWdDTnLrVDthezoes7tGBHXZs/s5152/IMG_8002.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5152" data-original-width="3864" height="990" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdQ6DucLYDFjOLwnV4s2tYr3i7zCmKoNRfd344zAtkSBlbDKwxi2E92w7XsCrj0JxhVXsgIowZckw_kpKj23EOhtWr1P0K6__MdS1wFbK5mwP06oDBwZEV8_KQ9XVUf8E-fbGkYbHQHvQE1nrao7N7fZxA8asbXlRswMgWdDTnLrVDthezoes7tGBHXZs/w743-h990/IMG_8002.JPG" width="743" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><i><br /></i></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>It sucks that everything needs attention and outlay all at once... so, some things may have to wait to get done when I have Saved up enuf to pay for it. I'm not thinking whatever needs to be done will be inexpensive, it never is with Vehicles anymore. But, you need one, the Public Transit System here is inadequate and often dangerous, a lot of large groups of Stick Up Kids ride the Buses and Victimize Passengers, especially on a Payday, so, it's not Safe as an alternative. Even The Son had to stop using it after being targeted, they didn't get his Money, but only becoz he realized he was their Target, called me, and I met him at the next Stop, which foiled their Plan. He had Coworkers who did get robbed and rolled tho'. Often these sick Thug Punks video record their violent Crimes for kicks and put it on Social Media.</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAaOfNIi9wxKUceTKtnm44TBNGQevbpzoSyiZjIZqvpigo39GT-inG_yMKiS56Th5y76VU6yCutldnapw2rUxD7Rkqr2cJkjvAsIJ6yDgp6vlX13vHAUedBZ_SISDrFjjomHXPVaRraMOTGs41ObQrtUi0RLV2Cy5Jn5lxLZmDi-iD5GcGwCbBTogaYRQ/s5152/IMG_8019.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5152" data-original-width="3864" height="998" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAaOfNIi9wxKUceTKtnm44TBNGQevbpzoSyiZjIZqvpigo39GT-inG_yMKiS56Th5y76VU6yCutldnapw2rUxD7Rkqr2cJkjvAsIJ6yDgp6vlX13vHAUedBZ_SISDrFjjomHXPVaRraMOTGs41ObQrtUi0RLV2Cy5Jn5lxLZmDi-iD5GcGwCbBTogaYRQ/w749-h998/IMG_8019.JPG" width="749" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><i><br /></i></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>Anyway, other than that everything is Swell. *Bwahaha* If I end up being unable to go anywhere while I'm Saving Up for Vehicle Repairs, I'll just devote all the time to working on The RV Garage Mahal and sorting thru stuff to Sell, Donate and Keep. The Weather has been iffy, so I have been reluctant to drag things out in the Open, lest the Weather become suddenly inclement. Either it's nice but Windy, or torrentially Rainy and Cold... so, there's not been a break to work on things the way that I need and want to yet. While it's not in the triple digit temps I'd really Hoped it would just remain Sunny and Clear, so that I could, but, Mother Nature is not cooperating. I have so much still to do that it is often quite overwhelming and I tire out quickly.</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6n9MZCFf0Anqh1r5iFCwVouReV9aYU6VTY7sJmMNi8ymwuY-dmab-FBU9XqRDKbmQiJCSJCLsfrvV8vXMT65MQQlEUkxIdQtVhsL7qofRmDQpSZELmT0XnWbNHBPzO4B64RTDppoNNQ2QfPhMrofGSEHkXVvK61yoHs3ktRA4AMYTtlClIJrwW6kNeSQ/s5152/IMG_8032.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5152" data-original-width="3864" height="998" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6n9MZCFf0Anqh1r5iFCwVouReV9aYU6VTY7sJmMNi8ymwuY-dmab-FBU9XqRDKbmQiJCSJCLsfrvV8vXMT65MQQlEUkxIdQtVhsL7qofRmDQpSZELmT0XnWbNHBPzO4B64RTDppoNNQ2QfPhMrofGSEHkXVvK61yoHs3ktRA4AMYTtlClIJrwW6kNeSQ/w749-h998/IMG_8032.JPG" width="749" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><i><br /></i></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>But, things are messy that I'm working on and it's spread out everywhere right now. Since, I've had to work inside and I've got a lot going on. The Daughter unpacked most of her possessions and put them in the Art Studio Space and/or the 5th Wheel. So, right now I've got her stuff and The Grandson's stuff in the Art Studio Space, which means, working in there around it is complicated. I'm Hopeful that sometime in April the Grandsons might show up with a U-Haul and retrieve all their belongings, so at least I'll be rid of all that. Then I can begin to organize that Space the way it will be most functional for me. And Ideally, move The Daughter out into the 5th Wheel, or at least all of her stuff. *Smiles*</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuinoETmEydHYnB9Zcd73h0VUfnNDub11l5hL86OBiVDhsVtc9dbgZ6h9oa-xoJ3RD1iUupbTFzFoMG0FsNhaPcIWIfy9kvaIs11Klzi7PgkBnjiTSxdQtuZTfI1MMNK5tLpa7ReJzLfIhKqFQbXB-t1GkpBR-PVn8PapZpttGr-eIT6K4XAY373sX8lI/s5152/IMG_8022.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5152" data-original-width="3864" height="999" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuinoETmEydHYnB9Zcd73h0VUfnNDub11l5hL86OBiVDhsVtc9dbgZ6h9oa-xoJ3RD1iUupbTFzFoMG0FsNhaPcIWIfy9kvaIs11Klzi7PgkBnjiTSxdQtuZTfI1MMNK5tLpa7ReJzLfIhKqFQbXB-t1GkpBR-PVn8PapZpttGr-eIT6K4XAY373sX8lI/w749-h999/IMG_8022.JPG" width="749" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><i><br /></i></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>This was my Tiered Fabricated piece I bought from "Rusty Saturday", below is the Cherub part of it on the First Tier that you can't see in the above pix angle. Displays like this are very Useful to me and Display things nicely that I use often. Our Anniversary is Tomorrow and I doubt that The Man remembers, so, it's okay that I'll be spending it trying to get the Truck estimated and hopefully repaired. I'm only going to spend the Morning devoted to that, if the Estimate comes in too high I won't get it done, if it does come in affordable, I'll get done what we can afford to do now. I don't get Paid until Friday and that Check might cover most of it, we HOPE? Hard to tell, I know just getting 3 new Tires cost me over $800 this time around, Oil Changes are now over $100. So, even preventative maintenance can pose financially imposing. </i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjptyWu_LtvKouHLYM4EioG0jgvxHl3evQe5uDgrtdva5mMwQVNInf-1XxxT9_0y22sQKWv5RnIozZ379xdfWk7wqIu9ZrliAeP702znzsokKdMXwy6avZA-FVBq5OuSORHTSseyiBg3DiLIDXgw3_lKv7eGGVeBjSVk2utDhxRxJRZNQBZm8ouYmboQg8/s5152/IMG_8021.JPG" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5152" data-original-width="3864" height="1001" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjptyWu_LtvKouHLYM4EioG0jgvxHl3evQe5uDgrtdva5mMwQVNInf-1XxxT9_0y22sQKWv5RnIozZ379xdfWk7wqIu9ZrliAeP702znzsokKdMXwy6avZA-FVBq5OuSORHTSseyiBg3DiLIDXgw3_lKv7eGGVeBjSVk2utDhxRxJRZNQBZm8ouYmboQg8/w750-h1001/IMG_8021.JPG" width="750" /></a></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>It's why I'm focusing on Selling more and Merchandising it in an attractive way to draw in a Customer willing to spend more. You can't really appeal to the Impulse Shopper easily, since they are too random in what they Buy and how much they spend. I had some more Loss Prevention Issues, mostly due to Workers putting my Go-Backs of LPS Customers changed their Minds about, into my Showroom instead of back into the Locked Case where they should go, then, they get Stolen. *Le Sigh* So, even tho' Marked with a Case Number and not the Showroom Number on the Price Tags, I've now had Management make up some Stickers for each that says "<b><span style="color: #38761d;">LOCKED SHOWCASE</span></b>" and I put #83 under that, in hopes it brings it more to the attention of inattentive, careless or lazy Workers where they should be putting it back!?</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbNmxdBCro5JP0zOG1N2G4_grgtD0bAsbbLB-LVMapDuS4EFaVS5Q6OYebY4F33XYjzf2GvCFEzHVqKxMDGb-AC-vv6H68i6Qi4Yc4QFzu8ogubXBggYylxePQz6-B8kvB_8gabWUThJLn0_DmGgIeiHXX222kupmBtraV7CXNJP2yI1_OnfTBu6nKOKs/s5152/IMG_8027.JPG" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5152" data-original-width="3864" height="1001" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbNmxdBCro5JP0zOG1N2G4_grgtD0bAsbbLB-LVMapDuS4EFaVS5Q6OYebY4F33XYjzf2GvCFEzHVqKxMDGb-AC-vv6H68i6Qi4Yc4QFzu8ogubXBggYylxePQz6-B8kvB_8gabWUThJLn0_DmGgIeiHXX222kupmBtraV7CXNJP2yI1_OnfTBu6nKOKs/w751-h1001/IMG_8027.JPG" width="751" /></a><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i><br /><i>She's lost about $30 worth this Week of her LPS to Theft, due to being put back in the Showroom rather than back in the Locked Case, so, I did complain to Management about it. I managed to put back some that didn't get Stolen, but, which were in the Showroom and not the Case where they belong. So that saved not having Hundreds of Dollars worth potentially Stolen and not properly Secured. *Whew* I don't want any of those in the Showroom, but, you can't Control what Lazy or Careless and Inattentive Workers just do who aren't following the Rules or don't Care to do their Job right. Yes, it's frustrating becoz you do pay for the added Security of a Locked Case and what you have in your Locked Case should go back into it once taken out of it and not Sold.</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpSXujIcGv8oPzFxI7JpHBnDCpFDmZS28pVKl69oU2XzlBa0w7loif48m-oRpK_366esZx3mFcaFFiL2HGEIND_UYUTBfhpn2DE1D9qFr5bqKJd4Jlz8etQ49yIw7hDS-G8DrIxpBcJYHVcHM4XqFZ-ykYk6gywdDreceP9e8Zeeu3kIGA2oE3ZhVvnVQ/s4164/IMG_1416.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4164" data-original-width="2793" height="1124" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpSXujIcGv8oPzFxI7JpHBnDCpFDmZS28pVKl69oU2XzlBa0w7loif48m-oRpK_366esZx3mFcaFFiL2HGEIND_UYUTBfhpn2DE1D9qFr5bqKJd4Jlz8etQ49yIw7hDS-G8DrIxpBcJYHVcHM4XqFZ-ykYk6gywdDreceP9e8Zeeu3kIGA2oE3ZhVvnVQ/w755-h1124/IMG_1416.JPG" width="755" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><i><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Anyway, you do what you can to thwart people who are dishonest, sometimes there are even Employees you can't Trust. I keep my Eye on those I know are Shady Characters, even if Management doesn't. Some Rent a lot of Space so Management doesn't wanna lose them, but, they're dishonest and some have been caught Stealing from other Vendors and should have been bounced immediately once they're known to be Thieves. Getting Police to arrest Shoplifters lately has been an effort in futility, so, unless it's Grand Theft, not worth the effort, aggravation and trouble. I think it's a mistake for Law Enforcement not to take Theft Seriously, it's not a Victimless Crime and if left unchecked, with no consequences, it spins out of Control.</i></div></i></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbxJhvPMpy8B7DgtcSbVuxyJIiaHOKRcg-ghs8vYjRBjm1vSG1qXLkaNKW4OIZyr_A0nwuC0fpBikYtM3hkNkcIXUs7ip4EGLTxIDMbkBg71vqvNA9fUUSKPMx8o1T30lo77IF_WXx43oyLgx47BgCuxtB2aE5bJ0_zyXlkxcpdBo-O4ksKG9aLP1mwFs/s5152/IMG_5095.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5152" data-original-width="3864" height="1002" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbxJhvPMpy8B7DgtcSbVuxyJIiaHOKRcg-ghs8vYjRBjm1vSG1qXLkaNKW4OIZyr_A0nwuC0fpBikYtM3hkNkcIXUs7ip4EGLTxIDMbkBg71vqvNA9fUUSKPMx8o1T30lo77IF_WXx43oyLgx47BgCuxtB2aE5bJ0_zyXlkxcpdBo-O4ksKG9aLP1mwFs/w752-h1002/IMG_5095.JPG" width="752" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><i><br /></i></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>States like Cali learned the hard way what happens when their Policing Force doesn't take ALL Crime Seriously, Businesses start Closing or pulling out and going elsewhere. Jobs are lost, people don't feel Safe anymore, more Criminals move in or people turn to Crime in desperation and before you know it, the indigent and vulnerable Populations increase. Population shifts soon follow, as an Exodus of those who can leave and were most beneficial to their Communities, do. Property Values plummet. It's a difficult and expensive proposition to attempt to reverse, better and far more economical to all Residents and the State, to not have it happen in the first place. And it's not just an Urban Problem, I've Traveled enuf to see Deaths of entire Small Towns and Rural areas. That's how Ghost Towns happened.</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibXWoVGU4lC8KBSJaWeR-T2QhKKqr6XowsSEwrc7t57C1T55UpqNDZEInIqnmWmYS2KLltwhrOMk8SJd76uzmaT-Vs5dpw7RPTlQTxdhJSCxUgvdQXPkSSOeXPsC3RHr0pz1h5mUuQJdFG4Dg867dEsWP3BIHEcxYcKPgYy1dvDKuhOITWDHqyN8RE_BI/s5152/IMG_7961.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5152" data-original-width="3864" height="1009" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibXWoVGU4lC8KBSJaWeR-T2QhKKqr6XowsSEwrc7t57C1T55UpqNDZEInIqnmWmYS2KLltwhrOMk8SJd76uzmaT-Vs5dpw7RPTlQTxdhJSCxUgvdQXPkSSOeXPsC3RHr0pz1h5mUuQJdFG4Dg867dEsWP3BIHEcxYcKPgYy1dvDKuhOITWDHqyN8RE_BI/w757-h1009/IMG_7961.JPG" width="757" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><i><br /></i></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>Once Abandoned, Communities decay and aren't enticing anyone to come back and re-invest in them. Urban blight is already happening in many areas. And the only ones who Love that are unscrupulous Investors and Developers who may even intentionally blight an area to scoop up Real Estate there Cheap, then Gentrify it and own enuf of it that they dictate to the City what they desire. This is how Amazon mega Warehouses that are over 800,000 sf each spring up in depressed or disadvantaged areas and exploit the Communities they operate in. Anyway... enuf of all that, now on to Positive Anniversary News!</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnUQF_kVH5WobuLuaawAqHEftfuUsqypRljmHPDR-HcnliEefFL7CbB27FCzL5CqtPr5afbk7bEdtEwmhQ_32u7Ia8O-FxCQx0fZnN3lye2AjLlePL6izmtAkwL2w446r34xT8zsNQ9Es4NYHcMHlJDOovLGIhqTVVhBr37Csg7mdCMmEOn2ggYu84eEc/s960/433435713_7664577580261751_2178117136625295394_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="1009" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnUQF_kVH5WobuLuaawAqHEftfuUsqypRljmHPDR-HcnliEefFL7CbB27FCzL5CqtPr5afbk7bEdtEwmhQ_32u7Ia8O-FxCQx0fZnN3lye2AjLlePL6izmtAkwL2w446r34xT8zsNQ9Es4NYHcMHlJDOovLGIhqTVVhBr37Csg7mdCMmEOn2ggYu84eEc/w757-h1009/433435713_7664577580261751_2178117136625295394_n.jpg" width="757" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><i><br /></i></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>Yes, it's our Anniversary and I began it with trepidation since I had to go straight to our Dealership with the Truck this Morning after dropping Princess T off at School. The Diagnostics were gonna be $180 and I got to talking with a Delightful Young Man who Sells the New Vehicles and he was able to work out a Sweetheart Deal for me to just buy a new 2024 Nissan Frontier Truck with tons of Extras, extended Warranty and Four Years of Free Oil Changes for Zero out of Pocket expense, a great Dealer Floored Interest Rate, Gap Insurance and a very good Trade In allowance on my 2019 Nissan Frontier. They really want Used Small Trucks becoz they have a high demand for them and had none in Stock, so, they were eager to get my Old Frontier.</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDvZjVyob_i-Sgc6FLq3aRdEuhUJlz6shrO3fxutLEs_WP4a4maxYECGII7nHx-W0XxxirjnnQYrf99i6r8WMtc59NBNA0DJdyOT_2kImWyjnbSZ4O6Jr321kHHvfT5BgpHexIvh5fKzjMpIxLyeDWHej8zkZX1dG9IcSxDZYH4PS7hgimsxb8_Q8f6qw/s960/433421226_7664577746928401_4200302444273293544_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="1015" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDvZjVyob_i-Sgc6FLq3aRdEuhUJlz6shrO3fxutLEs_WP4a4maxYECGII7nHx-W0XxxirjnnQYrf99i6r8WMtc59NBNA0DJdyOT_2kImWyjnbSZ4O6Jr321kHHvfT5BgpHexIvh5fKzjMpIxLyeDWHej8zkZX1dG9IcSxDZYH4PS7hgimsxb8_Q8f6qw/w761-h1015/433421226_7664577746928401_4200302444273293544_n.jpg" width="761" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><i><br /></i></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>The only regret I have is that I JUST had put $800 worth of Tires on it... dammit. *LOL* But, they let me keep my Bed Extender and I've got some Step Ups on Back Order that they will install when they come in, which was an expensive Extra they threw in too for us. The 2024 is built higher than the 2019's were, so the Steps into the Vehicle are Helpful to us, I'm Short and Old, The Man is Disabled and Old, so, I liked that Feature and the Truck I chose didn't have it yet installed already. There are so many New Features that are Stock on all New Trucks that they didn't even have in 2019, so, I'm impressed. The Truck basically is a Smart Truck and does everything FOR you now. *LOL*</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDZ_ikcd-iRwsdzswgDekuaghXOUZaEbJfFhFxe9V8-h9SFuQM-PNHgTV3IITlH1pfkgU6SRIWQYGYyYPVmdFujPKoRk4ziyQHJOXH_2xKxaruUDO1ahXpp3M9UwiV8bYrJVWrmNI8DglWOapCOWiJqkKeUdTRI0A48M4Jy0PCWtWrYrZ0u6txVBcBPE8/s960/433276233_7664577883595054_7062421474044011842_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="1017" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDZ_ikcd-iRwsdzswgDekuaghXOUZaEbJfFhFxe9V8-h9SFuQM-PNHgTV3IITlH1pfkgU6SRIWQYGYyYPVmdFujPKoRk4ziyQHJOXH_2xKxaruUDO1ahXpp3M9UwiV8bYrJVWrmNI8DglWOapCOWiJqkKeUdTRI0A48M4Jy0PCWtWrYrZ0u6txVBcBPE8/w763-h1017/433276233_7664577883595054_7062421474044011842_n.jpg" width="763" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><i><br /></i></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>The Frontiers don't come in a multitude of Colors, they only had them in a Deep Forrest Green, Two Greys {one Light Dove Grey, one Dark Gunmetal Grey}, White and a single Black one. The Black one I liked best and it had the sprayed Bed Liner and the Paint Job wasn't an Upgrade added Cost like the Green/Greys were. I didn't want another White one. And, I wouldn't have had Hundreds or Thousands to put towards a repair on an Older Vehicle with 91,000 miles on it, so, this worked out perfectly for us. I had been considering a Trade-In due to using the Old Nissan as a Work Truck and putting a lot of Miles on it. I want a Truck to be easier on now, we don't drive as much, don't Travel anymore, and aren't Working, so, we can Baby this one.</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEge1Wb7xrdGnxlebIMHOeyvgqeihTAMrQHJ0D8UQbmOCevND4us2IRrYpaDJsSHNOIfIoyqT3UKfniy4Sr8l97vxWMR-d5XHVLPg6Vhy6vfGLpYDhcgbykehrz0-6S-nT8CFwOJD6VYNKfJ2SMTawW4gxO_RFj4hpmqYc1udkGYJC9dCjbWCv7elvvCeQc/s960/433430373_7665229823529860_1401923457962902166_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="1018" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEge1Wb7xrdGnxlebIMHOeyvgqeihTAMrQHJ0D8UQbmOCevND4us2IRrYpaDJsSHNOIfIoyqT3UKfniy4Sr8l97vxWMR-d5XHVLPg6Vhy6vfGLpYDhcgbykehrz0-6S-nT8CFwOJD6VYNKfJ2SMTawW4gxO_RFj4hpmqYc1udkGYJC9dCjbWCv7elvvCeQc/w764-h1018/433430373_7665229823529860_1401923457962902166_n.jpg" width="764" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><i><br /></i></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>This is about as Clean as it's ever gonna be, so, tho' I plan to keep myself more accountable about not cluttering up the inside and keeping it cleaner, right now it's been professionally Detailed. *Winks* They also filled up the Tank, and I'd driven my Old one in on Fumes. *Ha ha ha* So, with the price of Gas, well, that was a nice Bonus. I had Equity in the Old one since I'd financed it during Pandemic at 0% so all payments had gone off Principal. I was surprised what a good Rate I was still able to get from the Dealership financing me at 5%, since I have been a repeat Customer and this is the 3rd Vehicle in a row I've bought from them. That is below all the National Rates right now, which range from 5.64%-15% or more, depending on your FICO Score. I like that this Nissan Dealership doesn't dick around and waste your time or play games, they make purchasing a Vehicle easy, quick and treat you right. </i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgt5ZsowOBF63aNmX1o9rXgVu7utJVbnHrjFBcHCLPx-22nOgnDXF7gnHf6MoQwT47CFPxh6wvtcWnwPm0rRFegZ17H-ODA1wRwQdI4uP__RgA3L06A1uWebCp5zHSj664w1bV67S33FzRjSyNlKTGWwXhiXvpZTIZ3a1bgpkfi6WptHEokdNBoYGQi31s/s960/431758597_7665229970196512_9183961392457003774_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="1020" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgt5ZsowOBF63aNmX1o9rXgVu7utJVbnHrjFBcHCLPx-22nOgnDXF7gnHf6MoQwT47CFPxh6wvtcWnwPm0rRFegZ17H-ODA1wRwQdI4uP__RgA3L06A1uWebCp5zHSj664w1bV67S33FzRjSyNlKTGWwXhiXvpZTIZ3a1bgpkfi6WptHEokdNBoYGQi31s/w765-h1020/431758597_7665229970196512_9183961392457003774_n.jpg" width="765" /></a></span></div><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: center;"><i>And their Service Department there is stellar too. Some Dealerships are all about Sales and not about Customer Service, this one treats you right on both ends. I like the Grey Interior, some of the other Colors were going for a Sporty Appeal to the Younger Consumers, with some Neon on the Seats, contrast Colored Stitching and such too on the Upholstery, and Unnecessary additions on the Paint Job Exteriors, I am not a Fan of that, not Necessary. Mebbe if I was in my 20's that would be a Selling Point, but, we're not. *LOL* Tho' I can be very Extra about some things, Vehicles is not one of them, I like the Savings of going Basic on anything I don't really NEED and don't wanna pay Thousands Extra for.</i></div></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRHU20e8mcL3PWFLr231dJFqxDzXDbQZZ1BDGYAWr8PAJdb570IpocVVE-koufjbCK1MPF56KrPnNvfNOtGhunxq6ofhYKSxZW9NwVXczmXJjTbY_6cLBVr9NzCrKBq5aEn8Vj-AAdkcKsIOUagB2Vlff3Yk859oxB-gphKCocfBlYnMvllWM3qQHptYs/s960/433397632_7665230180196491_4906375536246837758_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="1021" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRHU20e8mcL3PWFLr231dJFqxDzXDbQZZ1BDGYAWr8PAJdb570IpocVVE-koufjbCK1MPF56KrPnNvfNOtGhunxq6ofhYKSxZW9NwVXczmXJjTbY_6cLBVr9NzCrKBq5aEn8Vj-AAdkcKsIOUagB2Vlff3Yk859oxB-gphKCocfBlYnMvllWM3qQHptYs/w766-h1021/433397632_7665230180196491_4906375536246837758_n.jpg" width="766" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><i><br /></i></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>So, this was a very nice Anniversary Pressy to ourselves and we'll easily remember the Date of it being Bought ON our Anniversary. We were out of there in the New Truck in time for Brunch and they'd had Complimentary Gourmet Coffees there at the Dealership. So, Breakfast for me had pretty much been flavored Cappuccinos and Espressos, compliments of Nissan. *Bwahahaha* After we were done, I took The Man to "Chipotle", we hadn't been there in a while, then we went to "Baskin Robbins" for Ice-Cream. Then we did some Environmental Cleanup and turned in our Aluminum at the Recycle Center. All the Guys working there saw we had a new Truck and gave us a Thumbs Up and laughed that we must be doing very well with Recycling our Cans. *Winks and LMAO*</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlFrtZynvdet-NqrgZU0q-JfK9n96jg72vR5V1XmE1Yx67xacG4u9uI7i2DJUow1Nch8Ihv99YbMbbW8D0EjurxvH78GsUL_UGyTDRdzHOzF3y7NG9Sfcs6JU3jJO48MrrxynODkEupuuU8ur9PxHY660I0eOwzW6sPOVcmyXX0GVyLS0oDzgv8kieTao/s2015/433238549_7664584566927719_7406376453223628235_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2015" data-original-width="1504" height="1025" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlFrtZynvdet-NqrgZU0q-JfK9n96jg72vR5V1XmE1Yx67xacG4u9uI7i2DJUow1Nch8Ihv99YbMbbW8D0EjurxvH78GsUL_UGyTDRdzHOzF3y7NG9Sfcs6JU3jJO48MrrxynODkEupuuU8ur9PxHY660I0eOwzW6sPOVcmyXX0GVyLS0oDzgv8kieTao/w766-h1025/433238549_7664584566927719_7406376453223628235_n.jpg" width="766" /></a></span></div><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>It is a nice Feeling to have a Brand New Vehicle and under Warranty for everything. Once the Warranties expire is usually when things become uber expensive and start to go wrong anyway. I need Vehicles to be reliable and safe, I don't want to end up stranded or without transportation. I don't like to pour a lot of Money into an Older Vehicle with lotsa Miles on it, even if it's Paid Off. </i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i> </i></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVvAhPlE3CooUv3bEb3_f13jr-ICnwI4hWK5XIsJPcAyPMxkyG9_E3av26_BxqTfC1I24-WzLpnRiZpkopY3YI7QPd5q5iQ9GCjEYxK-eOOj3qJNEc9mxeDMy6STQneHOSCSOjjFLX4B5XbJ8mTmdMNF-EwBv62xLLzcPu317e0ZKH626hAaRQPvrTElk/s2015/433434946_7664985973554245_6588496710903564178_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2015" data-original-width="1504" height="1024" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVvAhPlE3CooUv3bEb3_f13jr-ICnwI4hWK5XIsJPcAyPMxkyG9_E3av26_BxqTfC1I24-WzLpnRiZpkopY3YI7QPd5q5iQ9GCjEYxK-eOOj3qJNEc9mxeDMy6STQneHOSCSOjjFLX4B5XbJ8mTmdMNF-EwBv62xLLzcPu317e0ZKH626hAaRQPvrTElk/w765-h1024/433434946_7664985973554245_6588496710903564178_n.jpg" width="765" /></a></span></div><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: center;"><i>I had the Barbacoa at "Chipotle", it's a lot of food so this will do me for 2-3 Meals. At "Baskin-Robbins" I tried one of their new Coffee flavors and my usual scoop of Pralines 'N Cream. They were out of their new Flavor of the Month, which The Man wanted to try, it was some kind of Mexican Chocolate Brownie... he is a Chocaholic, so I think he would have liked it had they not Sold Out. I do like their new Triple Mango, and preferred it over this new Coffee Flavor actually. But, I do like to try some of the new Flavors that sound good to me. We don't eat Desserts usually or Ice-Cream very often, so, this was an Anniversary Treat.</i></div></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i> </i><br /><i><br /></i></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRJcN9-iV9J9sDLZQ8Jx1oA_CQGeA8gaWXykSB22joKaf6t5YzWUP9rtZwrH4gsHJPsw2in6zl4UygXmgpTFHy3etXYrCuIvB_e0KASXT_jzVSzyr6w_wEvsRfLIjC6bVM_8wag8pB_C7sJSICZtD8yHmOVyBRLNa3o4Ip1tqBW0pdgyVzqqdjI2my554/s2015/433402293_7664595636926612_6848085692451981363_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2015" data-original-width="1504" height="1029" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRJcN9-iV9J9sDLZQ8Jx1oA_CQGeA8gaWXykSB22joKaf6t5YzWUP9rtZwrH4gsHJPsw2in6zl4UygXmgpTFHy3etXYrCuIvB_e0KASXT_jzVSzyr6w_wEvsRfLIjC6bVM_8wag8pB_C7sJSICZtD8yHmOVyBRLNa3o4Ip1tqBW0pdgyVzqqdjI2my554/w769-h1029/433402293_7664595636926612_6848085692451981363_n.jpg" width="769" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p style="text-align: center;">*******</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>So it was a very unexpectedly nice Anniversary after all... Dawn... The Bohemian</i></span></p>Bohemianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03743017084098726581noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4825579903367960408.post-49962606531559872412024-03-17T10:08:00.000-07:002024-03-17T10:44:55.544-07:00Avoiding Drama And Headache People<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgE68FUsDIYcuhgaIwaIqHssazlry8fal9sCyCvBmgN1T5YLXZNaPnmugFEPVkdr9WgBXf-WJLFSlVDn3XsBMwfpCnsJ00e67a7m0boptt79BozblN9ISu5crjfJYkGseSq_MgOPkzGYf7gWlhm6g-CnXRpuSvhTkXKKDge6ebOEUERSRLppY3ZLnS0hmM/s5152/IMG_8025.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5152" data-original-width="3864" height="996" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgE68FUsDIYcuhgaIwaIqHssazlry8fal9sCyCvBmgN1T5YLXZNaPnmugFEPVkdr9WgBXf-WJLFSlVDn3XsBMwfpCnsJ00e67a7m0boptt79BozblN9ISu5crjfJYkGseSq_MgOPkzGYf7gWlhm6g-CnXRpuSvhTkXKKDge6ebOEUERSRLppY3ZLnS0hmM/w746-h996/IMG_8025.JPG" width="746" /></a></div><br /><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>I just realized I got so damned excited to find a Tiny Hoard of those Antique Asian Lantern Christmas Bulbs, that I didn't even take a single pix of them at the Event in the Vignettes they were in!!! I was too busy excitedly grabbing them up greedily to ensure nobody else got one! *Bwahahaha* How ridiculous is that?! OMG, sometimes I'm too Funny when I spy something I Covet and have Lusted after for Years. Like I said, they are notoriously hard to find. So, probably in the last 40 Years I've only Scored Three of these, so, to find NINE at once, and for a ridiculously low price point each that I could afford to Buy them ALL and didn't have to choose, I got the Hummingbird Heart flutters! *Winks* </i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNide880CRFA_CklLkJkmswrrr6P5KFL-lLyKaAjS1sQ7wm9BqFQ7quwuZt7UH7YQaH3L6A6NpMoJiAP7cKQFOZLlgbbubxB_wAbjcEtVqdC5Tad5mfrCs2jmsD90BHY_V3owe1yHlg32s1Li37cDRYvDBgQHwrzvVw-A3jLpjXAjARgomj5VdI3blm8A/s5152/IMG_8023.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5152" data-original-width="3864" height="992" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNide880CRFA_CklLkJkmswrrr6P5KFL-lLyKaAjS1sQ7wm9BqFQ7quwuZt7UH7YQaH3L6A6NpMoJiAP7cKQFOZLlgbbubxB_wAbjcEtVqdC5Tad5mfrCs2jmsD90BHY_V3owe1yHlg32s1Li37cDRYvDBgQHwrzvVw-A3jLpjXAjARgomj5VdI3blm8A/w744-h992/IMG_8023.JPG" width="744" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><i><br /></i></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>I'm working this whole Weekend due to the Big Sale we're having and my Sales broke a personal Record and we've still got a day left of the Pay Period! We seem to be finally attracting a demographic that is Buying the better quality Merch again. So, me pivoting for the New Showroom and Locked Case is probably the perfect Timing for changing things up. To be sure they've been building Luxury Mega-Apartments galore to attract more Money to the West Valley and a huge Resort will be completed soon that is near the Big Stadium. Both are close enuf to be seen from our Property, so our Real Estate is positioned in an area that is up and coming fast so Gentrification and development is everywhere.</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1DLG5iwWjnztcyRZt08f7ZYhWliqko-9J6ViDS5fO3cpxwpo9yLQVRaUxcZPtOpez-u1KH851hOdlqoW8o1Mh3LBS8AvyAT5Weg8k8PbdBbUOuzxNsbPjJ7c2efqb-kCFOdPDN7NRPKO4i5t-CrlzEscwMqocUtdldMa4c98IPa3Q9Z65cDqkkbDs3KQ/s5152/IMG_8024.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5152" data-original-width="3864" height="996" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1DLG5iwWjnztcyRZt08f7ZYhWliqko-9J6ViDS5fO3cpxwpo9yLQVRaUxcZPtOpez-u1KH851hOdlqoW8o1Mh3LBS8AvyAT5Weg8k8PbdBbUOuzxNsbPjJ7c2efqb-kCFOdPDN7NRPKO4i5t-CrlzEscwMqocUtdldMa4c98IPa3Q9Z65cDqkkbDs3KQ/w747-h996/IMG_8024.JPG" width="747" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><i><br /></i></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>I will always have a Love-Hate Relationship with Gentrification, since, the balance of it's Positive and Negative impacts is often delicate. I do like the attraction of improvements to any Community, so long as it doesn't push the long time invested Residents out and serve only the most affluent new transplants and cave in to only their demands and whims. I am concerned when they price out the Young Locals and Seniors, while considering Housing, Entertainment and Shopping only for Tourists, Snow Birds who reside here part time, and the most affluent permanent Residents. The biggest complaint I hear now from Arizonans is that we're becoming like an East L.A. or West Chicago quickly and it's changing the distinctive Charm and unique Culture that Arizona once had.</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0YAIj6uvAEKHlThficIJ72cuRF0KaAZwlZN1bhSku9Iv6TWwrUTEYy5YdhY-DYhbw8zVPV2A4yTYZyDmG9yO-iqmr0_TKxfaALBEa_Y5mi4deil-aCAsBzo9RSsQGyH_FdQLCTqkpUkddUpIdscZWzIB-MhEis5b-F_O5ubCt40q5H2ZcVUanO5_zFV0/s5152/IMG_8030.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5152" data-original-width="3864" height="999" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0YAIj6uvAEKHlThficIJ72cuRF0KaAZwlZN1bhSku9Iv6TWwrUTEYy5YdhY-DYhbw8zVPV2A4yTYZyDmG9yO-iqmr0_TKxfaALBEa_Y5mi4deil-aCAsBzo9RSsQGyH_FdQLCTqkpUkddUpIdscZWzIB-MhEis5b-F_O5ubCt40q5H2ZcVUanO5_zFV0/w749-h999/IMG_8030.JPG" width="749" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><i><br /></i></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>This is that Punch Bowl I'm going to Display my Handmade Beaded Hippie Bracelets and Necklaces in for the New Showroom. The Dozen Punch Cups I am just going to Sell separately, since, I only intend to Keep the Bowl as a Display Piece. It's super heavy and I love the ornate Metal Stand. Below is the Industrial Pipe I'm using for Display Racks I'll attach to the Wall, which is also quite heavy duty and I can hang Product off those Faucets. It's the Look I'm going for and I'm going to be more Mindful about Display again. I used to be very Mindful of it and about how I presented and Showcased our Merch, I knew I needed to get back to that attention to Detail. It's important and even tho' it often seems that Customers could care Less, the demographic I want to attract probably do notice and care. So, it's worth the extra effort and investment in better Displays.</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqEfkdctWUM4wq0DCPMnwWst74_kg9t0fNoM5eivds1N4rafJPYYjI_3-WRZQjB3yYjzlTFGHeD4zuSuX0IarRFgvCXUi1PFgzL8Kqt_QcsQ2JHvjZeWwkRa7SU9S13uHtejoOmENifRM_VCt7c1L9J49yRaibXeY9gTijZ2cOF4I3Y9_jv5ApfDHhwU0/s5152/IMG_8020.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5152" data-original-width="3864" height="1006" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqEfkdctWUM4wq0DCPMnwWst74_kg9t0fNoM5eivds1N4rafJPYYjI_3-WRZQjB3yYjzlTFGHeD4zuSuX0IarRFgvCXUi1PFgzL8Kqt_QcsQ2JHvjZeWwkRa7SU9S13uHtejoOmENifRM_VCt7c1L9J49yRaibXeY9gTijZ2cOF4I3Y9_jv5ApfDHhwU0/w754-h1006/IMG_8020.JPG" width="754" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><i><br /></i></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>Now the Pixs Below are my Pima Basket Dancer Wooden Ceremonial pieces. The Family has asked me to Keep them rather than Sell them and since I don't know a lot about the Value, I had considered that anyway. I've never seen any like this before but the Artist is known and Creates a lot of Traditional Art of their Tribe. A Friend of ours is a Registered Pima Tribal Member, so I'm going to ask him if he can ask other Members about the Work, so I can find out more about it directly from the Tribal Sources. Online I couldn't find anything about the Basket Dancer Kachinas, just about the Traditional Practice of Pima Basket Dancing it depicts. They are quite large and there were Six of them, which, when put together, looks like the actual Dance being performed.</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDSuZjqD7rbgua4VwZKEcly2jyn-hvx6tgFFY402XzXDL-PDsZjPbWQzyBfHsuO3OcrsVirFx6MxG_HhNrgHYI5ooR5w8LjxgG2aLrSBo4TWYxWQ_w7sg8F4jD9hutz5xU7gYtK_TyZOXytUY1ta5I0EU_JZOPoQHa4-MaK3c78Dmcewc7oR0TeR2sE9s/s5152/IMG_8012.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5152" data-original-width="3864" height="1005" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDSuZjqD7rbgua4VwZKEcly2jyn-hvx6tgFFY402XzXDL-PDsZjPbWQzyBfHsuO3OcrsVirFx6MxG_HhNrgHYI5ooR5w8LjxgG2aLrSBo4TWYxWQ_w7sg8F4jD9hutz5xU7gYtK_TyZOXytUY1ta5I0EU_JZOPoQHa4-MaK3c78Dmcewc7oR0TeR2sE9s/w754-h1005/IMG_8012.JPG" width="754" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><i><br /></i></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>When I bought them I had Resale in Mind and didn't want to get Attached to them. *LOL* But, the Family really liked them and after our own Pow-Wow at Home about them, decided it would be some significant Tribal Art we should enjoy ourselves, Keep as an Investment, and Display with my other Native American Art and Ceremonial Pieces. I have culled my Collections of it over the Years, but never had a desire to get rid of all of it, since, I feel a strong Connection to it and some of mine I Inherited from my Dad and was passed down in his Family. Each Tribe has it's distinctive Traditions, Language, Culture and Art. A lot of the Art Forms were dying out, as was the Languages and Traditions, so I'm glad when I see some of the Young People reconnecting to their Rich Heritage that Colonialism tried to stifle and wipe out. </i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i> </i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjA-yLqJ_NyxbeZaocLEW6kvCHNTpZapntni2xs4rI4aBFT_4LPbNmjQfCbhQBIHsnhdAhDVgOTFHIfEfBgTCzToowQWcm5OlPAjZu2QrjSxqft6lsExxyosy7bV4pNInCFG4evce740hDCFkxc9bbsUMsycsEJo0MuM2lZ-lxZSbk6mSsArDvbkZitC0k/s5152/IMG_8015.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5152" data-original-width="3864" height="1007" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjA-yLqJ_NyxbeZaocLEW6kvCHNTpZapntni2xs4rI4aBFT_4LPbNmjQfCbhQBIHsnhdAhDVgOTFHIfEfBgTCzToowQWcm5OlPAjZu2QrjSxqft6lsExxyosy7bV4pNInCFG4evce740hDCFkxc9bbsUMsycsEJo0MuM2lZ-lxZSbk6mSsArDvbkZitC0k/w755-h1007/IMG_8015.JPG" width="755" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><i><br /></i></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>Anyway, Fraijo is usually Creating and Carving Traditional Kachinas, so, I've never seen the Hopi Basket Dancer Kachinas ever before. And you know what they say, if you've never seen it before, Buy it or Shoot it. *LOL* Okay, so, couldn't resist the Dark Humor part of that Saying... but if you don't do either, nobody is likely to Believe you when you say you saw something nobody has seen before and you don't produce actual Proof/Evidence it Exists. *Winks* Anyone who knows more about these, fill me in, since, I know what I know and I don't know what I just don't know. *Smiles* I actually have a large Antique Humidor that could House these in a Display together. </i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjpXhnnDKIZClXUtQqdK-ks5I4xcRe_qyb6S2iAjg3gmPBGSNLpvXMC6TlD1Uv5wYUmvc0PcEUfgevq0CSXP6inB_e6ROiSG8IJ3ineF6BtUiLfkzWvQFIolQZFBPxGntJ-IcX8o6QBnQbkL7R4NPNtPhE3q6_37gG9eBvc1rnYwPpp2P3mPi3fY1aUjA/s5152/IMG_8013.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5152" data-original-width="3864" height="1010" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjpXhnnDKIZClXUtQqdK-ks5I4xcRe_qyb6S2iAjg3gmPBGSNLpvXMC6TlD1Uv5wYUmvc0PcEUfgevq0CSXP6inB_e6ROiSG8IJ3ineF6BtUiLfkzWvQFIolQZFBPxGntJ-IcX8o6QBnQbkL7R4NPNtPhE3q6_37gG9eBvc1rnYwPpp2P3mPi3fY1aUjA/w757-h1010/IMG_8013.JPG" width="757" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><i><br /></i></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">It's exciting to Source something Unique and at a good Price too. I paid less than $90 for <b>all</b> of these. They are all Hand-Carved Wood that is then Painted, even the Baskets, which are wafer thin. I spent most of the Night Pricing Inventory I was gonna bring in for this Sale Weekend and Sell. Mostly Vintage and Specialty T-Shirts, which are Selling Out so fast I can hardly keep up with the demand. A good problem to have, my Old Showroom is packed with people every time I go in now. It makes re-stocking tricky, since, I get claustrophobic if too many people are in a small Space with me. *LOL* So, The Man was assisting me Today, he was putting the Security Devices on the Merch and putting it on the Hangars for me.</i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHveCrqTtRaK_WykUTV6lYiKutzZ7IGCVk1EwoCNTlWnFvhoygKIjIeHeUPe23H-9-L-CgyprAaeK92HZ5f_8DoP_mJO__ZmzWHeO7fjFc8lhlcG9GcwH_VTfgu0cOCMNVXrnjYSQsb6fYv2nzM_JL-0OBK6xjBsTyvhb8TmuW48IYj__iC5ZAGnRaVt4/s5152/IMG_8014.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5152" data-original-width="3864" height="1009" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHveCrqTtRaK_WykUTV6lYiKutzZ7IGCVk1EwoCNTlWnFvhoygKIjIeHeUPe23H-9-L-CgyprAaeK92HZ5f_8DoP_mJO__ZmzWHeO7fjFc8lhlcG9GcwH_VTfgu0cOCMNVXrnjYSQsb6fYv2nzM_JL-0OBK6xjBsTyvhb8TmuW48IYj__iC5ZAGnRaVt4/w757-h1009/IMG_8014.JPG" width="757" /></a></span></div><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: center;"><i>I was Photographing some of them for Social Media and Blog Fodder, then bringing them in. People were already Buying what I was just putting out and crowding up on me. So, I was glad when I got it all done and could Exit Stage Left, until I come in Tonight for my Shift from 5-9 pm. I had some Merch to put into the Locked Case too, since, I've been Selling a lot out of there too. A lot of Race Fans are here right now since PIR {Phoenix International Raceway}, is having Races and we can hear the Race Cars from our Property, we're not very far away from that Venue either. I took The Man out for Brunch, always an incentive for him to want to do some Work with me. *Winks*</i></div></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkdML81J2CUXNldGmxVSiPRxzd4zFwJ8aMhFHgt0qeqsTjdI68VXn-cfhElRlWKZWBPPzBdTKj9uj5FRDpRfmdLMtkaa24Vx-6ZsSlEMQmgOqhX6r1CtbqOBHIVjkC0qBOsmtaK8lTtzoh3honuZv0RdPKM2kt1mu1ZzG7aqM0D_homKw_FBltWRB_nq4/s5152/IMG_8017.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5152" data-original-width="3864" height="1009" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkdML81J2CUXNldGmxVSiPRxzd4zFwJ8aMhFHgt0qeqsTjdI68VXn-cfhElRlWKZWBPPzBdTKj9uj5FRDpRfmdLMtkaa24Vx-6ZsSlEMQmgOqhX6r1CtbqOBHIVjkC0qBOsmtaK8lTtzoh3honuZv0RdPKM2kt1mu1ZzG7aqM0D_homKw_FBltWRB_nq4/w757-h1009/IMG_8017.JPG" width="757" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><i><br /></i></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>We went to "Wildflower Bread Company" and it was long lines waiting to order and almost no seating in the Restaurant or outside on the Patio. We got a Table and I tried one of their new Breakfast Sammies that had Ham, Egg and Cheese on Ciabatta Rolls they make there. {All Food Porn is Pictured further Below.} I also got some Irish Soda Bread with Currants and Carraway, I got the 2nd to the last one they had and the Lady sitting next to us got the last one they had. *Whew* They had the Traditional too, more of that, most is by Special Order, so I was just glad to be able to get a Loaf without Ordering it in advance. I've got Corned Beef and Cabbage also cooking in the Crockpot. </i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i> </i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhpSQ8Vxo1u5ou2o3pmxZietLbUXN_N_HhmZDvvfUmvmm6681KPLP2LFIPmh0klgWyvp3tKyEaEUN3I0rLeHHgmuYFaRIQqeHromYRALjHgK14NU1ApNv8wNRcBi5laS55grVWM1BIf-0ZEuY_kfJ7tzVfaPUj1jRlpGqCG5WuhCFAt0LQ-HBBrcpE2Ek/s5152/IMG_8016.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5152" data-original-width="3864" height="1012" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhpSQ8Vxo1u5ou2o3pmxZietLbUXN_N_HhmZDvvfUmvmm6681KPLP2LFIPmh0klgWyvp3tKyEaEUN3I0rLeHHgmuYFaRIQqeHromYRALjHgK14NU1ApNv8wNRcBi5laS55grVWM1BIf-0ZEuY_kfJ7tzVfaPUj1jRlpGqCG5WuhCFAt0LQ-HBBrcpE2Ek/w759-h1012/IMG_8016.JPG" width="759" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><i><br /></i></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">My Mom's Mother was Irish, and moved to North Wales and Married a Welshman who was Didi Kai. My Gran-Gran was Raised by a Chinese Family, since his Mother was Widowed and had a Dozen Kids, so a Chinese Family she knew took in the Youngest Five and Raised them as if their own. My Maternal Grandparents both had Colorful Histories and Interesting Heritages that were very different than average European Families. My Irish Nanna had Blue Black Curly Hair and the most Beautiful Green Eyes, my Grandson, The Young Prince, has her Eyes. She was an Entertainer, Sang Beautifully, Danced Professionally, Acted on Stage, played Instruments... her whole Family were like that in fact.</i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEin10NWYOnaollS74_PB5czUsG5ghVmwbG4jXpJ5Q1Gm0RMCzXNl553K58sAcBHX94tnY4d2Ye2cziu8UyQuDIZv01bslgAzrFRAP1pDRVIzJnL9in0DicSL093y8Uvkc2yCV-T9fYLXyF0tLDauZFoKqXFNOvIH_y08Mr4R5dMJZFUj_X8OJMjFl8wCGI/s5152/IMG_8011.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5152" data-original-width="3864" height="1012" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEin10NWYOnaollS74_PB5czUsG5ghVmwbG4jXpJ5Q1Gm0RMCzXNl553K58sAcBHX94tnY4d2Ye2cziu8UyQuDIZv01bslgAzrFRAP1pDRVIzJnL9in0DicSL093y8Uvkc2yCV-T9fYLXyF0tLDauZFoKqXFNOvIH_y08Mr4R5dMJZFUj_X8OJMjFl8wCGI/w759-h1012/IMG_8011.JPG" width="759" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><i><br /></i></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>Becoz my Gran-Gran married outside of the Didi Kai Culture tho', which was frowned upon with most Gypsy Clans in those days, my Nanna was not close to any of his Family. They strongly disapproved, just like my Dad's Family did when he Married outside of his Culture. And so I never met any of them related to my Welsh Gran-Gran and it was rarely discussed about that side of the Family. My Gran-Gran did take me to Chinatown where he grew up tho', he was very integrated into the Chinese Culture, due to the Dear Family who helped his Widowed Mom Raise half of her Kiddos. I found it fascinating to hear the Stories my Grandparents told. But, like my Dad's side, you never were quite sure how much was embellished to make it more Theatrical and Dramatic for Storytelling Purposes? *LOL*</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4W6Rf4h8ne03emuOteFWAK802-FLatqAtmpuSmGYCPAmQY3zFduxzXS1fRN177ONaZVXMkCMfXHOJtBIyJoHB5JE3FuH_iY2XEnuNKaBYrdTjXLJX_OzPhcT-uAG2lcpIXHCwCYtRGeD7_fVThjQ_1-Nx8sEWff5jbg_39Mq0c8LHcEcdz0J_kyRcrUs/s5152/IMG_8018.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5152" data-original-width="3864" height="1016" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4W6Rf4h8ne03emuOteFWAK802-FLatqAtmpuSmGYCPAmQY3zFduxzXS1fRN177ONaZVXMkCMfXHOJtBIyJoHB5JE3FuH_iY2XEnuNKaBYrdTjXLJX_OzPhcT-uAG2lcpIXHCwCYtRGeD7_fVThjQ_1-Nx8sEWff5jbg_39Mq0c8LHcEcdz0J_kyRcrUs/w762-h1016/IMG_8018.JPG" width="762" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><i><br /></i></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>When you're a Kid you don't really Care, Children have the Wildest of Imaginations anyway, and so a good Story is just something you can take and run with on the Canvas of your own Imagination. And retell to Future Generations, and nobody much Cares how much of it is accurate or was the Storyteller's version of it? *Smiles* Neither my Dad's Family nor my Mom's Family had Televisions so Storytelling was what Families did for Entertainment and the Elders usually told the Stories. Later on I think my Nanna did finally get a TV when she was very Old, and for some reason had an infatuation with watching Golf, of all things! *LOL* I think my Native American Grandma went to someone else's Home that had Utilities, to watch a TV, and she had an infatuation with Soap Operas like General Hospital, from what my Parents told me. *LOL* </i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i> </i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPXtfTeHjIXbdr31KeSdB4Mf8-dXEt1KCPapceAa09BKNouH2zjwzNxigQOtC7uo8XOfq8kcb4wWHHNbyzvZPTSb14kPX1LMPLZlio7m05vfMxeUnfrbFF06JXg1AktQFELswCyQx8bZKlvxU7wrRmzsw78rulyLTR-fElBQLKnSVrvhsDtnB69Ke8n5Y/s5152/IMG_8034.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5152" data-original-width="3864" height="1016" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPXtfTeHjIXbdr31KeSdB4Mf8-dXEt1KCPapceAa09BKNouH2zjwzNxigQOtC7uo8XOfq8kcb4wWHHNbyzvZPTSb14kPX1LMPLZlio7m05vfMxeUnfrbFF06JXg1AktQFELswCyQx8bZKlvxU7wrRmzsw78rulyLTR-fElBQLKnSVrvhsDtnB69Ke8n5Y/w762-h1016/IMG_8034.JPG" width="762" /></a></span></div><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: center;"><i>I know that neither sets of my Grandparents ever owned a Car... and neither did my Mom's Siblings. We're very Spoiled when you consider what past Generations managed quite well to live without. I myself didn't own a TV until I was in my late 20's. And becoz I had never really had one for so long, I still don't watch it much and didn't miss not having something everyone else seemed to not be able to do without. Princess T also rarely ever watches TV and neither do my Adult Children, since, we just didn't watch one hardly at all. Now, The Man is a whole other Story, he can't LIVE without his TV Shows and seems Lost if the TV Cable goes out. *LOL* The Kiddos and I are always doing something and it's hard for us to sit thru TV Shows and do nothing for Hours on end.</i></div></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxycdWHcsJQ_zREyy8leq72qcWNKtTI8AvcAucQmI97DKzUajmbkFuHf6jrS1rfWSdLvwzDy1nVfCL2cNTblyHuXQm0Slh3AKBWG7IeJyK5jgA2S4P3QutmM51iQ5aRjabw5tcVjSKhZyuCmv-jRN8ai5_3pWaJ38Hqndg9qDHKBRR911J8VdlVQI7Y58/s1635/pkw_2629.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1635" data-original-width="873" height="1428" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxycdWHcsJQ_zREyy8leq72qcWNKtTI8AvcAucQmI97DKzUajmbkFuHf6jrS1rfWSdLvwzDy1nVfCL2cNTblyHuXQm0Slh3AKBWG7IeJyK5jgA2S4P3QutmM51iQ5aRjabw5tcVjSKhZyuCmv-jRN8ai5_3pWaJ38Hqndg9qDHKBRR911J8VdlVQI7Y58/w763-h1428/pkw_2629.jpg" width="763" /></a></span></div><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: center;"><i>There's a lot of Modern stuff I just don't have attachments to, Shoes being one of them, I go Barefoot a LOT and always have. My Dad once told me he didn't own a pair of Shoes until he joined the Military as a Teenager. He'd never seen a Doctor or a Dentist before he joined the Military either, he relied exclusively on Tribal remedies his entire Life actually. I think during his 27 Year Military Career he missed only ONE DAY of Work, due to some Broken Ribs, and that was only half a Day while they taped him up and sent him back to Work! I just never saw him be a sickly person until his Geriatric Years and I never heard him Complain about anything ever, or speak badly of anyone. He and my Mom were very, very Superstitious tho', and you couldn't mock their Superstitions or Talismans offered up for Protection, as it was Culturally significant to them both, so, they rigidly followed the do's and don'ts of them.</i></div></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_F1xZs6nBDVUzMiYUVYa9LWgOkalxr79ZZU1ZPTVylSJO1TcKx27eQhbCq8ZmizrhwuuFxDtcQSxPI3wvBA4d6bX6U9qUUMhAxyTUnc7Z9iLV7Wn3je_ba2GS7D06pEUEmy_HdxG-aGi53M4KQKMc6mw4HFvKE8fr8vHRgzXTIi558KGyYXBTcChJ2pM/s2015/433430271_7657140304338812_4217813058829512261_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2015" data-original-width="1504" height="1024" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_F1xZs6nBDVUzMiYUVYa9LWgOkalxr79ZZU1ZPTVylSJO1TcKx27eQhbCq8ZmizrhwuuFxDtcQSxPI3wvBA4d6bX6U9qUUMhAxyTUnc7Z9iLV7Wn3je_ba2GS7D06pEUEmy_HdxG-aGi53M4KQKMc6mw4HFvKE8fr8vHRgzXTIi558KGyYXBTcChJ2pM/w765-h1024/433430271_7657140304338812_4217813058829512261_n.jpg" width="765" /></a></span></div><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: center;"><i>And now for some of my T-Shirts that I Photographed for Blog Fodder before putting them up in the Showroom For Sale. Above is a Sailor Moon Tee {Which The Young Prince panicked and erroneously thought was his, he has one just like it apparently, LOL}, Below is a Hippie Inspired Tee.</i></div></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfnJYbmod8ecqITs9KVW4nKXZuyGKM23ZrFSj5zBvP2sOuQObX6wZ511Bwuhgjuy6bimYcWDaVGEgT5OiU5MUegMsTo7KR0s0_VhFekPCnxXFeqM_tplFbPMlUO8h17xQJp4ozvmF_OroV0jDE1tyh77iUL9NjdmY5d9Or0mSQ6yCWzuLfmA4Lp8J0H_w/s2015/433417718_7657142224338620_6137105753592021725_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2015" data-original-width="1504" height="1026" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfnJYbmod8ecqITs9KVW4nKXZuyGKM23ZrFSj5zBvP2sOuQObX6wZ511Bwuhgjuy6bimYcWDaVGEgT5OiU5MUegMsTo7KR0s0_VhFekPCnxXFeqM_tplFbPMlUO8h17xQJp4ozvmF_OroV0jDE1tyh77iUL9NjdmY5d9Or0mSQ6yCWzuLfmA4Lp8J0H_w/w766-h1026/433417718_7657142224338620_6137105753592021725_n.jpg" width="766" /></a></span></div><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: center;"><i>A couple Images Below is a Snoop Dogg Tee, which is hilarious, but, sadly, not my Size, or I would have kept it... and below that is an Ouija Hoodie Crop Top Sweatshirt... a Marilyn Monroe does MJ Tee... and a Vintage Beatles Tee. I had a large Box full of Tees and Sweatshirts, I didn't Photograph them all, not enuf Time to be that anal about it. *LOL* I had a Barrio Queen Sweatshirt, numerous Anime T-Shirts, and a Special Edition Star Wars T-Shirt among those I didn't Photograph. I even had a 1970's Vintage Style T-Shirt that had a Jive Turkey on it. {Below} *LMAO, that brought back some fond Slang Memories of that Era* </i></div></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"> </i></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXvlvLrUMcwK3Hov4yznQb0UFWo0xURqUOg3j5z3zIYkv5pqaJsSZSsw5_HkeyhUOAopSDPT4LloOLEDXJ5FqZncdeEhrA9t-d2jPsh7FZx96hBr1pp_cGkj6AmOPMGjXMpwYS_MP5uhrE7qKucRsR4eWQKPqTtssfGbHo-edCKmMve3rX0L_1ea45_30/s454/jive-thanksgiving-turkey-day-funny-face-vintage-retro-style-mens-t-shirt-back-20231026110828-lwskdhhn.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="454" data-original-width="317" height="1103" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXvlvLrUMcwK3Hov4yznQb0UFWo0xURqUOg3j5z3zIYkv5pqaJsSZSsw5_HkeyhUOAopSDPT4LloOLEDXJ5FqZncdeEhrA9t-d2jPsh7FZx96hBr1pp_cGkj6AmOPMGjXMpwYS_MP5uhrE7qKucRsR4eWQKPqTtssfGbHo-edCKmMve3rX0L_1ea45_30/w768-h1103/jive-thanksgiving-turkey-day-funny-face-vintage-retro-style-mens-t-shirt-back-20231026110828-lwskdhhn.jpg" width="768" /></a></div><br /><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></i><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">I know, I'm Dating myself, but, everything Retro is coming back around and the Young People are Loving it!!! There are other Vendors doing Vintage and Specialty Wardrobe, but, most of them are carrying what they do. I carry what I'd wear myself or comes directly out of the Wardrobe of our Family and is our Aesthetic and Style. Princess T is the one that began Selling Wardrobe first and Customers kept requesting more, so, now we enjoy carrying it and Sourcing it if we've purged enuf out of our own Wardrobes. *LOL*</i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjX3FYryaRJBZQBUvVK7a22LNTSMyEgwLwK7ulcKEJ_gH8hBQL9TCOUE8QFFlBEowk6WHi60ZENkLRRF9p4oUr3xZz5BWvBqJxnoz7fp3aFQu4AuwvtwNuVw3BOkjt7U_Jq9LQHohJeuFyKGja_vN82TFFTWutQXwPpYN5lSWB_DwVEL1e4UuBGxp8PPYA/s2015/433386903_7657141531005356_7782215221198556137_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2015" data-original-width="1504" height="1029" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjX3FYryaRJBZQBUvVK7a22LNTSMyEgwLwK7ulcKEJ_gH8hBQL9TCOUE8QFFlBEowk6WHi60ZENkLRRF9p4oUr3xZz5BWvBqJxnoz7fp3aFQu4AuwvtwNuVw3BOkjt7U_Jq9LQHohJeuFyKGja_vN82TFFTWutQXwPpYN5lSWB_DwVEL1e4UuBGxp8PPYA/w769-h1029/433386903_7657141531005356_7782215221198556137_n.jpg" width="769" /></a></span></div><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: center;"><i>I brought in some Tiny Foods to put into the Locked Case. I have a lot of it but wouldn't put it in the Showroom since that has a high loss prevention issue and you'd have more stolen than bought. People who make Dioramas or Dollhouses can't get enuf of those tiny Smalls and in Craft Stores they are outrageously priced. And, some folks just Collect them, and I have for a long time, so, it was time to Purge some of the Cache' of it I had in Antique Typeset Cabinets or Vintage Canning Jars. I'll even Photograph some of my Stash for this Post so you know what I've been Hoarding Up for Years... since... well, apparently I'm not a Well Woman like that. *Bwahahaha* Ooops, forgot to Photograph it, mebbe another time...</i></div></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-pqk0xoiUy5nXEs-Tz8pwq74CU430bvgqhTsHIOVecAdd_bqeBgTUtzl-ujLk-Yb6u7xzHuHY9_tyaYvZHqB_BV8_Q_qMIZmM_PpbZoP8ZWpF8sTx5m24OUHT-eD4wynGzuNkO3aLxdIGK8f0QA_cqB-nmPc1Aio980v4x4uhHRk90s1V2GvzuliaKmc/s2015/433382299_7657065357679640_6996306524571806098_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2015" data-original-width="1504" height="1031" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-pqk0xoiUy5nXEs-Tz8pwq74CU430bvgqhTsHIOVecAdd_bqeBgTUtzl-ujLk-Yb6u7xzHuHY9_tyaYvZHqB_BV8_Q_qMIZmM_PpbZoP8ZWpF8sTx5m24OUHT-eD4wynGzuNkO3aLxdIGK8f0QA_cqB-nmPc1Aio980v4x4uhHRk90s1V2GvzuliaKmc/w770-h1031/433382299_7657065357679640_6996306524571806098_n.jpg" width="770" /></a></span></div><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: center;"><i>And, since The Man and I had our Taxes done Yesterday and ended up Owing even more than last Year, which seems to happen every fucking Year now since 2016... it was time to part with some Money Makers to recoup what Uncle Sugar drained out of us for 2023's Taxes. *Le Sigh* I've said it before, don't mind paying our Fair Share, but when Billionaires are Tax Evading and getting away with it for Decades with zero consequences, well, it just pisses me off that the IRS isn't going after the obscenely Rich not paying any Taxes at all. The National Debt would be greatly reduced if the most affluent were paying even a fraction of the percentage the rest of us are Taxed... just sayin'. So, yeah, getting Taxes done was depressing and costly... again.</i></div></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"> </i></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQUsrlqgrTdWDfLziMVwDnSmjnTf84TLTtuyOD70kxKqvUCZ52I66CI5az147D2xj-EwqmHh96guv9zBnIaKM8cx_ww65ZLhf3NWZhMAggK2ULlwec1hvl9-O6z8iPhKJ9rGVnNpLJoXUUj2KFRKsRtSWlh03ukB1WlL5hg_-w8szPBjJCJkW4TeZgT5k/s2015/433331916_7657066451012864_2516501394973812948_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2015" data-original-width="1504" height="1036" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQUsrlqgrTdWDfLziMVwDnSmjnTf84TLTtuyOD70kxKqvUCZ52I66CI5az147D2xj-EwqmHh96guv9zBnIaKM8cx_ww65ZLhf3NWZhMAggK2ULlwec1hvl9-O6z8iPhKJ9rGVnNpLJoXUUj2KFRKsRtSWlh03ukB1WlL5hg_-w8szPBjJCJkW4TeZgT5k/w774-h1036/433331916_7657066451012864_2516501394973812948_n.jpg" width="774" /></a></span></div><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: center;"><i>On the way in to Work my Brake Light now went on along with the Check Engine Light, so, I'm not gonna be able to put off taking it in to the Dealership even tho' I can't afford repairs right now. After having to Buy 3 new Tires, pay Taxes, pay for Repairs to the John Deere that's still not working, and expensive repairs on one of the Air Conditioning Units in less than 5 Weeks, I'm tapped out with major expenses. *Le Sigh* Ah, well, it's always something, I'll have to see what the estimate is and do whatever I can with it? So, I went in to Work not in the best Head Space to deal with any Drama or further Headaches. I knew it was gonna be busy and a Sale, so they'd have Extras, like me, that they would be calling in for added coverage, that would mean supply shortages of what we need for Working, like Customer Service Carts. </i></div></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_4wgZIRy8vPUVfF3TlGjplsyumMXkLXafl7TDmKNTlXXxpjzHtOovS5hvAlaeWyOa1I5aTypgvo1nfV_E43ZHQV2ob2DYv3vw2ntsjCp5rmp15eLO6uZKLFB_h_o61NAZ7pbGlMLC1qQFffpWypfrW-0I4f7ftbw7K2eIVQVX4FoEDe5uX5OlaGTVdEk/s2015/433279329_7657067801012729_387061385819872841_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2015" data-original-width="1504" height="1035" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_4wgZIRy8vPUVfF3TlGjplsyumMXkLXafl7TDmKNTlXXxpjzHtOovS5hvAlaeWyOa1I5aTypgvo1nfV_E43ZHQV2ob2DYv3vw2ntsjCp5rmp15eLO6uZKLFB_h_o61NAZ7pbGlMLC1qQFffpWypfrW-0I4f7ftbw7K2eIVQVX4FoEDe5uX5OlaGTVdEk/w773-h1035/433279329_7657067801012729_387061385819872841_n.jpg" width="773" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><i><br /></i></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>Long time Readers might recall The Cart Dramas that can unfurl with certain Co-Workers who are prone to being Drama and a Headache. I don't Work with Pain in the Ass People and Management knows this, but, I try very hard to get along and play well with others, so I do what I can to avoid potential confrontations, posturing or politics among the Problem People. We all know who they are, and usually I just Opt Out of any Shift they're on. This Saturday I'd commit to Working, I didn't know who'd be on Shift for the Sale or usually works a Saturday Night. I just know the Slacker People tend to be uber cranky on busy days where they know they will actually have to work and put forth effort. *Eye Roll* I came in more than an Hour early to ensure I'd snag a Cart during Shift Change and ask someone working, in advance, if I could have theirs at 5:00 pm?</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsfr8RPLc6iF_Upu6V7w6absexw4BfNjFhrhuL_ffvXX_UBQ8QLmtj_ll8Nt9U_Bc1KJWS_w7u5Xa_idohqtos7WfqEXsNkNAgzEYbqro4AWONROqlWAo5sRB8odId61TreLxNNnh0fMIumOKl2pBflmy-B3mkJhY5TutUN4B3PaGndNeElTjRohQUWQA/s1000/Lucifer-every-power-and-ability-he-has-had-in-the-show-.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="775" height="1000" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsfr8RPLc6iF_Upu6V7w6absexw4BfNjFhrhuL_ffvXX_UBQ8QLmtj_ll8Nt9U_Bc1KJWS_w7u5Xa_idohqtos7WfqEXsNkNAgzEYbqro4AWONROqlWAo5sRB8odId61TreLxNNnh0fMIumOKl2pBflmy-B3mkJhY5TutUN4B3PaGndNeElTjRohQUWQA/w775-h1000/Lucifer-every-power-and-ability-he-has-had-in-the-show-.jpg" width="775" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><i><br /></i></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>Well, wouldn't ya know it was the Pissy Posse of a few of the Problematic Females there working. Awwww shit... and after I asked Three different ones if I could have their Cart at Shift Change, and they were "Holding" theirs for {fill in the Blank of someone not even there yet}, I went up to the Night Manager, a Friend of mine, and told her, sorry, but I'm going just Home. This Shift is gonna be Drama and a Headache and I can't deal with Cart Drama again or you'll have a Situation, so, it's best I just leave, and I'm perfectly Okay with that. *Winks* Well, some of the Guys on Shift, who are all Sweethearts, overhear the exchange. They all know how I am about anyone that even Smells like Drama and a Headache, and nobody wants ME leaving on an Asses to Elbows busy Shift. They'd rather have a Biddie Brigade one leave if somebody's gotta go. *Bwahahaha* So, they assure me they'll give up one of their Carts. *Awww, Bless 'em, but, it'll Work for me, since, I didn't wanna go all Lucifer The Devil and nobody wants to see Dark Dawn unleashed on any Problem Person that Night. Winks*</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgk9QaOke_Di2-VgLqO2Lbabt5TNhYI7sRVXkIGb6n70EIZlh-oNTs1CvcA5dQHKUD7IHaSYXl5Rn5woPpfDL9jJEOVLb9u47vbyjKnyU4ODp7249zbjD8gRZh8eV4IVT_9YIYadP89uZur9Jzr8J6fS9q4Mlj5SNWE6DMwfnCQxLvDok4nlrsCap-EKo8/s5152/IMG_7434.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5152" data-original-width="3864" height="1033" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgk9QaOke_Di2-VgLqO2Lbabt5TNhYI7sRVXkIGb6n70EIZlh-oNTs1CvcA5dQHKUD7IHaSYXl5Rn5woPpfDL9jJEOVLb9u47vbyjKnyU4ODp7249zbjD8gRZh8eV4IVT_9YIYadP89uZur9Jzr8J6fS9q4Mlj5SNWE6DMwfnCQxLvDok4nlrsCap-EKo8/w775-h1033/IMG_7434.JPG" width="775" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>I wouldn't want Dinner and a Show to play out, we were too busy for High Drama and it's a Bad Look for our Establishment. I have Diabetic Neuropathy in my Extremities, so I can't balance Product without adequate supplies like the Carts tho', so, I just can't risk not having one during a whole busy Shift. Plus, right now I got my injured Foot and need it for Balance. Nor am I juggling shit when I don't have to, I have no problem leaving and ditching a Shift if there's not enuf supplies to go around and people begin fussing over what there is of it. </i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjX2k7-ZUYDqvacAHdP7ZffC53b2gOFUNtei8lNDK5oxpGkJexP8gD1yyPGAowDeQ4FLQfBZSScderUNwN9mHuTfo8136T_zW_7jyUXuU1DwGrjG9A3iL-Bgqo2IbuDuHAEWZcvOB-IGhqZ_eiTyswoSuqVO2ytDpu7bp0uuj3HLKoSm_5dCnZVyTSwKco/s960/432435447_7660429194009923_5773778296888557674_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="1034" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjX2k7-ZUYDqvacAHdP7ZffC53b2gOFUNtei8lNDK5oxpGkJexP8gD1yyPGAowDeQ4FLQfBZSScderUNwN9mHuTfo8136T_zW_7jyUXuU1DwGrjG9A3iL-Bgqo2IbuDuHAEWZcvOB-IGhqZ_eiTyswoSuqVO2ytDpu7bp0uuj3HLKoSm_5dCnZVyTSwKco/w775-h1034/432435447_7660429194009923_5773778296888557674_n.jpg" width="775" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i> It's just not worth it to me, there's been Situations before and when someone gets Confrontational with me about it, well, it won't be a good day to be them, let us just say. I want to be Professional, Chill and Maintain my Calm in any working environment, but, don't Test me with your Bullshit and being a Drama Queen, or be someone too difficult to Work with, in Retirement, I don't Need it and have Zero Tolerance for it. No exceptions.</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1C0mMjQE2khQPoJrFzKO3vRrHgPwu16b5zoQ9skwqhHJ_nQDdHX6bVKMBIM7baMHJmNDOMBVjOE2-BNrfI9_ddG8oRlQV59D-Pl2sm5Kj2tZVB6NWDB0Mxbv4NEM_WlHq4mWpVPSV3HOE84mgCH79oamFDB5ATAMJ64xKPy9Bk2fdSY26G97yMKpP4sU/s2015/433318034_7656909394361903_1063094374226659595_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2015" data-original-width="1504" height="1023" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1C0mMjQE2khQPoJrFzKO3vRrHgPwu16b5zoQ9skwqhHJ_nQDdHX6bVKMBIM7baMHJmNDOMBVjOE2-BNrfI9_ddG8oRlQV59D-Pl2sm5Kj2tZVB6NWDB0Mxbv4NEM_WlHq4mWpVPSV3HOE84mgCH79oamFDB5ATAMJ64xKPy9Bk2fdSY26G97yMKpP4sU/w765-h1023/433318034_7656909394361903_1063094374226659595_n.jpg" width="765" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><i><br /></i></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>So, that's how the Shift started and all the Male Co-Workers on Shift that Night were Friends of mine I enjoy working alongside. There was plenty of coverage if nobody quit, so, the Shift then went smoothly enuf and I just avoid a lot of contact with any Problem Person during a Shift where some of them are present. I can be Cordial and Kind, to everyone, if they Behave towards me personally we won't have any problems, we don't have to Like each other, just do your Job and things will be copacetic. *Winks* The Men were complaining about the Biddie Brigade to me often during the Night, since, it can be a bit much to work with certain People and it annoys everyone to be pulling a Shift alongside the Problem People. I don't mind hearing a Vent that is totally justified, I understand the frustration of it.</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCf9YgVXVpB_RFbV58LJvQUlyfQmzBGK8Pm3l41skPn4nO5rffHebBj0NoROPGxlzO9oCLBOCyB4Zt7BrmKWbIA7W3GQHwQFZAhA3EtDAAREgT2MQyNUg2ZDQRiQ4MG3qcIaRY2egqb6Zo5V8p7xrV1zt14ABStIa-cSKzyW0qfR57-WKpjpxhpN1hD5w/s2015/432627446_7656904747695701_4953699085826293099_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2015" data-original-width="1504" height="1026" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCf9YgVXVpB_RFbV58LJvQUlyfQmzBGK8Pm3l41skPn4nO5rffHebBj0NoROPGxlzO9oCLBOCyB4Zt7BrmKWbIA7W3GQHwQFZAhA3EtDAAREgT2MQyNUg2ZDQRiQ4MG3qcIaRY2egqb6Zo5V8p7xrV1zt14ABStIa-cSKzyW0qfR57-WKpjpxhpN1hD5w/w766-h1026/432627446_7656904747695701_4953699085826293099_n.jpg" width="766" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><i><br /></i></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>Sometimes you just can't rid yourselves of Staff who are a problem tho', not enuf coverage, so, it is what it just is and why I rarely accept a Shift unless I know whose On for it. *LOL* This time they'd really pleaded with me to take a Saturday Night Sale Shift, so I kinda 'knew' that the possibility of having to work with some Issues was very likely. *Winks* Disaster was averted tho' and we had enuf good Workers to make up for the ones that most would rather not have to work with if we can avoid doing so. </i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRZVeCjfB2jP0vCx2AtUEGKTNZjDr1xhzEp9dvewpwc15rXAmbxr7Gd8wQuwp8miCJHCiAoFTnHUo2wQ6wugLiFOAMWuUUOk8HbF1uMtO34WmzQgsdbPW-p2-8e-ezhV28ca5vfJtpR-lPbR-PAGvQn1XaAEST1jV3vbkfzzKHtOcedP6VMNyhMemY-BM/s960/432488583_7660428947343281_7322453580629504258_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="1029" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRZVeCjfB2jP0vCx2AtUEGKTNZjDr1xhzEp9dvewpwc15rXAmbxr7Gd8wQuwp8miCJHCiAoFTnHUo2wQ6wugLiFOAMWuUUOk8HbF1uMtO34WmzQgsdbPW-p2-8e-ezhV28ca5vfJtpR-lPbR-PAGvQn1XaAEST1jV3vbkfzzKHtOcedP6VMNyhMemY-BM/w772-h1029/432488583_7660428947343281_7322453580629504258_n.jpg" width="772" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i> I think Management now tries to put any Problematic People that everyone else complains about, on the same Shift, Birds of a Feather and all that. *Bwahahaha* Actually, they tend to do Okay with each other since, similar Work Habits... but, it won't mean the most efficient or pleasant Shift for anyone not "Of Them", that's a fact. *Eye Roll and LOL* Folks who are a Pain in the Ass in their State of Being, well, rarely live up to any positive potential they might have.</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdBo4Q99-A_uSvBrKyJKGsgaUVK160PltEAQ4d18N3TymKK1A12Uq1CZDbicDeDuixumF2X3q6gbRc0AcHGr1HoJZHz9mStsewEfXeblgSTveh92vkd7QL-knfskgsGTl7QcnsW9MxxZPMlKkbn-iDrbJehRB9QXkPf8JP1KF1pnu5npoB3dJzkevQpQo/s2015/432524352_7656902287695947_6996826221305766310_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2015" data-original-width="1504" height="1030" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdBo4Q99-A_uSvBrKyJKGsgaUVK160PltEAQ4d18N3TymKK1A12Uq1CZDbicDeDuixumF2X3q6gbRc0AcHGr1HoJZHz9mStsewEfXeblgSTveh92vkd7QL-knfskgsGTl7QcnsW9MxxZPMlKkbn-iDrbJehRB9QXkPf8JP1KF1pnu5npoB3dJzkevQpQo/w769-h1030/432524352_7656902287695947_6996826221305766310_n.jpg" width="769" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><i><br /></i></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>One of the Older Gals I have a Nickname for, which is Submarine Lady, since, she is Retired Navy and actually did work on a Submarine. She's the one that spread The Rona around the Mall during Pandemic by coming in when she knew she had it! I caught it slightly thereafter having worked with her when she apparently was contagious. We only found out after the fact, and since I almost Died with a bad Case of it, have tried not to spend time around the Woman, she's not responsible about staying Home when she's Sick and should. And, she's a chronic Complainer and malcontent sort of Being, whose always saying she's not feeling Well, this Night was no exception. </i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTwYMZEWLgCFGdsw8slzLMp3gPfG-T3H7q_Id9k6dcD6adrrkCC0M_txl0SaM6Ndh5X5IS8uZNB1pnVfy-DwHkbjCnxYm2PbcKTwOhyphenhyphenrkRTjOtwh37wGXKn1QCmbZZWd6l7xSHNDLfOxFEt2u43q1_k3Yrc28B40VbUuWLDtyRODJmW-T6jZ36Dy_lpyI/s5152/IMG_7740.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5152" data-original-width="3864" height="1027" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTwYMZEWLgCFGdsw8slzLMp3gPfG-T3H7q_Id9k6dcD6adrrkCC0M_txl0SaM6Ndh5X5IS8uZNB1pnVfy-DwHkbjCnxYm2PbcKTwOhyphenhyphenrkRTjOtwh37wGXKn1QCmbZZWd6l7xSHNDLfOxFEt2u43q1_k3Yrc28B40VbUuWLDtyRODJmW-T6jZ36Dy_lpyI/w770-h1027/IMG_7740.JPG" width="770" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><i><br /></i></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i> So, I'm Civil, Cordial, but Honestly, she's the type of Person that can be a Black Cloud Person and her Energy is rarely anything but Negative, so, the less exposure, the better. She thought she 'might' be having a Diabetic Episode, but no telling what ailed her this time, I wasn't taking any chances lest she have something contagious again?! She whined thru most of the Shift and was wanting Sympathy and clearly wanting Attention, but, if you feel that bad, just go Home, Okay, better for everyone. Nobody truly feeling Unwell is that much Help anyway. I'm an Insulin Dependent Diabetic, and if she was having an Episode or hers isn't Stabilized, best she take Care of it appropriately. </i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWOGByXYLq-O2n6szAX0M0Gkwfk0dDVnl32Q7jGQrKzDX0cc3qY8Yc-a3J8DUUsYjWi2kNSlHbU7d2zvil9xuuldJGVArTBo0Q6N0SUN7GfTAFdCEH4CT2gz4hvKXKqNCzR0XjDkkg3u9hkSGV18PmwNEktcPiHCKy2syfipH-NXLavW6jeGlQ1-xq1CQ/s5152/IMG_1619.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5152" data-original-width="3864" height="1027" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWOGByXYLq-O2n6szAX0M0Gkwfk0dDVnl32Q7jGQrKzDX0cc3qY8Yc-a3J8DUUsYjWi2kNSlHbU7d2zvil9xuuldJGVArTBo0Q6N0SUN7GfTAFdCEH4CT2gz4hvKXKqNCzR0XjDkkg3u9hkSGV18PmwNEktcPiHCKy2syfipH-NXLavW6jeGlQ1-xq1CQ/w770-h1027/IMG_1619.JPG" width="770" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><i><br /></i></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i> She was going around dramatically begging everyone for Candy Bars and the Kindest ones were Buying her some or forfeiting theirs they brought. Listen, GO HOME or bring your Medications if your condition is dire!!! After shoving several Candy Bars down her Pie Hole, and she's a morbidly obese Woman, so me thinks her Dietary habits are partly responsible for her condition being out of Control... she still claimed unwellness, so then she was sitting down or resting a lot. </i></span><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Hey, and The Rona is making it's rounds again and some people we know are getting it again, so I avoided her all Night, just in case. Some people are Masking again, we got Boosted again, I just can't drag that shit Home to my Family or get it again. The Man and Princess T never got it, and, I'd like to keep it that way. The rest of us Survived it, but, aren't eager to get it again.</i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-xXBbl4j_dI-oKBQ6RT9duEDHhJDj3MT24j2xrNkPLwSpTyLBhDWuWOFjuqdlP5y9yK2T2mCoqF-bzzzj1Sd8bcph6ATGGckYq0y78c9X7bfzVB9-f63rSllg2i3QkTqbt8vnyPy8W72TCJ7-m8G5acxHQrJH-IKcWIqi0yanNcANY71Sj7h_i8EiIe0/s5152/IMG_4574.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5152" data-original-width="3864" height="1030" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-xXBbl4j_dI-oKBQ6RT9duEDHhJDj3MT24j2xrNkPLwSpTyLBhDWuWOFjuqdlP5y9yK2T2mCoqF-bzzzj1Sd8bcph6ATGGckYq0y78c9X7bfzVB9-f63rSllg2i3QkTqbt8vnyPy8W72TCJ7-m8G5acxHQrJH-IKcWIqi0yanNcANY71Sj7h_i8EiIe0/w772-h1030/IMG_4574.JPG" width="772" /></a></div><br /><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></i><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Our Customers that Night were stellar, no Problem Customers and we had so many Young People, it's great to see Young People excited to be at an Antique Mall. It's enjoyable to hear about their Collections and what they're Passionate about. It cues me in on what our Consumer Demographic is Into. And as with all Collectors and those who have a Love of Old, they enjoy talking about what they are excited about and came there for. Some have come back every day of our Three Day Sale and will be in again Tonight. So, clearly it's not just about the Stuff, but also about being around Kindred Spirits. We were so busy we didn't get out until much later than usual, the Line at the Registers stayed long and I broke a personal Record in Sales for a Two Week Pay Period... Booyah! About half the Shirts we'd brought in earlier in the day had already Sold.</i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCjK0X6RO2p1VQBkiFYMwt31RVH-opQ6J6BC8yj_XcQjPa7FcZDRIn5sJsyViwir_kTkyNxcqNZQyEgYV6jb5Pm0mphF8gVYorVp6p3IeY7UzoX4zlthcEpJ3VLCnhfhcMhFwSqdwcZHDCVtUycESN3OmkczVzyoiMXgsrztkmbPb104pvt5V_LdSbp_U/s5152/IMG_4898.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5152" data-original-width="3864" height="1035" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCjK0X6RO2p1VQBkiFYMwt31RVH-opQ6J6BC8yj_XcQjPa7FcZDRIn5sJsyViwir_kTkyNxcqNZQyEgYV6jb5Pm0mphF8gVYorVp6p3IeY7UzoX4zlthcEpJ3VLCnhfhcMhFwSqdwcZHDCVtUycESN3OmkczVzyoiMXgsrztkmbPb104pvt5V_LdSbp_U/w776-h1035/IMG_4898.JPG" width="776" /></a></div><br /><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></i><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">In fact, I saw a pix of my Brother wearing the same RUSH Vintage Band Tour T-Shirt that I currently have For Sale... and The Young Prince called in a Panic thinking that Sailor Moon Shirt was his that I was Selling, coz, he has the same one!!! *LOL* I assured him I wasn't Selling Off his Stuff and it was one I'd Sourced just the other day at a Chazza, so, he was relieved. *LOL* I don't Sell anything of the Kiddos unless they ask me to or don't want it anymore and give it to me to Donate or Sell. Tho' all of The Grandsons Worldly Possessions are still taking up Space in our Home, I haven't touched any of it and respect it's theirs and I'm just Storing it for them until they can come retrieve it when they get a place. Adult Kids often do that, I think I've always had Stuff of our Adult Kiddos being Stored at our Properties. *LOL and Eye Roll*</i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHf5xlJfgfP1Iad5ZrHj4RptHflwluokB99dqxpbUSAexG0jssxLIxY2mqYum_iABVMCZb723q5h29hw-kMdpGgldk_9u3Qc8oAJCrkW3_Oa94-RLX1LJ_-AjguQgBrxY128oRUD3MxeaLba6HZ8gzxThPuSKvYwwRxPMA43Sa-QtoKwl1MNstlaZunJQ/s5152/IMG_0721.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5152" data-original-width="3864" height="1039" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHf5xlJfgfP1Iad5ZrHj4RptHflwluokB99dqxpbUSAexG0jssxLIxY2mqYum_iABVMCZb723q5h29hw-kMdpGgldk_9u3Qc8oAJCrkW3_Oa94-RLX1LJ_-AjguQgBrxY128oRUD3MxeaLba6HZ8gzxThPuSKvYwwRxPMA43Sa-QtoKwl1MNstlaZunJQ/w779-h1039/IMG_0721.JPG" width="779" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">*******</div><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Happy Spring my Friends... Dawn... The Bohemian</i></p>Bohemianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03743017084098726581noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4825579903367960408.post-27911961107881591352024-03-15T01:00:00.000-07:002024-03-15T09:23:54.404-07:00Family Crisis... Love You Bro'<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIQSqQF7NV10vhl81O5csrxDX8eRt-ouDJ9WoecBC43APugI8EE0y5XAVJfKAHAWW5ShcsT_bRDTnIABUqGtKIjtkKpYpQB1QkFOICuyRvM6-lS8U73gWRg3Kh3SXw8NuDYyl52oLVoPeetTKfjyNFIpnO6Q0HhKw3usJuQP9IH2E4yCU19tb8YC3_DTM/s5152/IMG_7959.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5152" data-original-width="3864" height="1001" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIQSqQF7NV10vhl81O5csrxDX8eRt-ouDJ9WoecBC43APugI8EE0y5XAVJfKAHAWW5ShcsT_bRDTnIABUqGtKIjtkKpYpQB1QkFOICuyRvM6-lS8U73gWRg3Kh3SXw8NuDYyl52oLVoPeetTKfjyNFIpnO6Q0HhKw3usJuQP9IH2E4yCU19tb8YC3_DTM/w751-h1001/IMG_7959.JPG" width="751" /></a></div><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>They were desperate at Work on Thursday Night, someone couldn't come in. So they called me at 5:00 pm to ask me if I could work a 5-9. I told them it was already Five and I was clear Downtown, but, I could make it in by 6:00. They agreed and said I was their Savior, I joked that they could now call me Saint Dawn and Genuflect in my presence. *Bwahaha* The other Two Co-Workers are over 80 Years Old and couldn't be short-staffed and rushing around on a super busy Night. So, they were so relieved when I got there. It was a super busy Night and my Toe injury had started bleeding again, so I had to take it easier than usual, but, it all worked out fine.</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUe06gqEqi45NNtFsYooqkrHB4TEOgU54dZNhsKgfN3G_Zo-2giFl92oDfzadYn36bG-VxC4K-5Yz6FyaWUppMom3Wt8xES2Hr6mwta8tDD-6ZWiNV4nXqnwwar8ri_cm3TQjLzlcXCB69BeDz6Xhyphenhyphen3vpu5mQSjXPolRede9n-eBk29A08SwZzrlvGea4/s5152/IMG_7960.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5152" data-original-width="3864" height="992" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUe06gqEqi45NNtFsYooqkrHB4TEOgU54dZNhsKgfN3G_Zo-2giFl92oDfzadYn36bG-VxC4K-5Yz6FyaWUppMom3Wt8xES2Hr6mwta8tDD-6ZWiNV4nXqnwwar8ri_cm3TQjLzlcXCB69BeDz6Xhyphenhyphen3vpu5mQSjXPolRede9n-eBk29A08SwZzrlvGea4/w744-h992/IMG_7960.JPG" width="744" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><i><br /></i></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>We have a big Three Day Sale coming up this Friday and the Weekend, I have Two more Days in the Pay Period and I already have the highest Sales I've had in Years for this 2-Week Pay Period, so, I'm Jazzed. And I've worked a lot of extra Shifts to comp more of my Rent for the Pay Period. The Man and I attended the Event at my Friends new venue, it really is becoming popular and bringing in a lot of Customers to the other Shops around it, like my Friend Nan's Antique Mall. I got a small Haul at both places and was delighted with what I Scored. One of my favorite finds was Nine Antique Asian Lantern Christmas Lightbulbs. It's taken me Years to build a tiny Collection, these were even larger size than what I have in my Collection.</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWnQJT7GuTQi6QPsWLO7h5fz8-ZsVdeu7dk_dlZD7P0ndTB9ddanYLYQN1sooY-iPf2Fme5D7xrFpsAmXGQgS9ZdqKNi9I_ImM_xLoIEzlRyG2VyU2QvPW8hymo3Oj1dVOP3BZKyfdT4gA0VwHATiqRgECGA4l1iXpOEnMTWHdNmF6KUGH20scvTcxszg/s5152/IMG_7966.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5152" data-original-width="3864" height="1006" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWnQJT7GuTQi6QPsWLO7h5fz8-ZsVdeu7dk_dlZD7P0ndTB9ddanYLYQN1sooY-iPf2Fme5D7xrFpsAmXGQgS9ZdqKNi9I_ImM_xLoIEzlRyG2VyU2QvPW8hymo3Oj1dVOP3BZKyfdT4gA0VwHATiqRgECGA4l1iXpOEnMTWHdNmF6KUGH20scvTcxszg/w754-h1006/IMG_7966.JPG" width="754" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><i><br /></i></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>I also got an Altered Art Bottle with a Loving Cup soldered on top {Lead Image}, and an Antique Show Ribbon with an Old Brooch put into the Center of it {Above}. I got another Tiered Fabricated Silver Tray Display from "Rusty Saturday" that has an Antique Crystal Doorknob on Top and a Brass Cherub as part of the Stand {Third Pix Below}. I got an ornate Antique Silver Serving Spoon... and a Vintage Industrial Salvage Pipe Rack in Two pieces with Faucet Like Handles on them that I'm going to use to hang Clothing on in my New Showroom. After the Event we also trawled some Chazzas and I got a set of Six hand carved Wooden Pima Indian Female Basket Dancer Kachinas made and signed by a well known Pima Tribe Artist.</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbX1RBjtH-yy5BW8-dGMfcdwSfoXKhMfXiO5DLAZucGaSCPvNYiIk3mksj4xTPM2t7qvQscZ6CY5MIrfIBUtPugU_tMlChZQlnpA2iK1rBpYWQhPkVi6KHJTD1aS__2xfJQLlg8-PHi-4TpQtfi7uWibInDmI8gw0OBNvjwrKCdn0MLygR9tGlYYF6Ot4/s5152/IMG_7989.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5152" data-original-width="3864" height="1012" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbX1RBjtH-yy5BW8-dGMfcdwSfoXKhMfXiO5DLAZucGaSCPvNYiIk3mksj4xTPM2t7qvQscZ6CY5MIrfIBUtPugU_tMlChZQlnpA2iK1rBpYWQhPkVi6KHJTD1aS__2xfJQLlg8-PHi-4TpQtfi7uWibInDmI8gw0OBNvjwrKCdn0MLygR9tGlYYF6Ot4/w759-h1012/IMG_7989.JPG" width="759" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><i><br /></i></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>I also got a Sterling Silver Crucifix and some ornate Antique Clip Earrings with Semi-Precious inlaid Stones. I got a large heavy Crystal and Ornate Brass Punch Bowl that I'm going to actually use as a Display to hold my Hippie Beaded handmade Bracelets and Necklaces I Sell in the Showroom. I can Sell the Dozen Crystal Punch Cups for more than I paid for the whole set and keep the Bowl as a NFS Display piece. The Man got some Military T-Shirts and Military Baseball Caps. I got some more Vintage 1960's and 1970's Band T-Shirts to Sell, a Barrio Queen Sweatshirt to Sell, and a Playboy Sweatshirt Hoodie that Princess T will probably wanna Keep for herself? *LOL*</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoUuzuKd2NySdEVsJHQ63mGGJWuKIWJfZzDuO4FMwj0KzCJ9PQ4LcLtwoD_O7KJTUMfoi79DZhFonNy0ZusH2SnBW20kNjtRtOMlsBYvMWiguSS047FWvfHW3IhSd9UQi2FBpiBdCZwv8fZHNAxZxun_upKwNeMVTc5r7230Pem38T9hK2uEu8iEsPNr8/s591/shopping.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="591" data-original-width="403" height="1104" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoUuzuKd2NySdEVsJHQ63mGGJWuKIWJfZzDuO4FMwj0KzCJ9PQ4LcLtwoD_O7KJTUMfoi79DZhFonNy0ZusH2SnBW20kNjtRtOMlsBYvMWiguSS047FWvfHW3IhSd9UQi2FBpiBdCZwv8fZHNAxZxun_upKwNeMVTc5r7230Pem38T9hK2uEu8iEsPNr8/w752-h1104/shopping.jpg" width="752" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><i><br /></i></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>I got Two Mortar and Pestle's in Granite and Basalt, one is Medium Size Granite and light colored Stone with beautiful striation, one is quite Large and dark colored Basalt Stone. I got a large Antique Rosebud Horsman Composition Doll with real Human Hair Wig, for only Seven Bucks, Online one exactly like her is $179. She's as large as a Real Baby and in very good shape considering her Age, the Composition has no damage. Mine had an ugly Modern Doll Dress someone put on her, so I Donated that back to the Chazza, I only wanted the Doll. I was actually Surprised at how many quality Antiques and Native American Ceremonial Created Art was in the Chazzas we visited, cha-ching.</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtZlVuV__4gA8kB4hKCwvS8fYQyr8c9TpTFIJKwbR4ymQc6UYfKuNHrIQvGBvqgNeYncTdldAfuUS5Mpkwgx4MgVyYNObD3tXk1jbr4sjAo4c141KnQCDXRtmon-pp6gg_I6KIdXqRrCrT33nRw6682FYH-9zxmVP_-ToKIcU8jI5MKWwBLOgg55BtrAs/s5152/IMG_7997.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5152" data-original-width="3864" height="1000" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtZlVuV__4gA8kB4hKCwvS8fYQyr8c9TpTFIJKwbR4ymQc6UYfKuNHrIQvGBvqgNeYncTdldAfuUS5Mpkwgx4MgVyYNObD3tXk1jbr4sjAo4c141KnQCDXRtmon-pp6gg_I6KIdXqRrCrT33nRw6682FYH-9zxmVP_-ToKIcU8jI5MKWwBLOgg55BtrAs/w750-h1000/IMG_7997.JPG" width="750" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><i><br /></i></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>While at the Event I took a lot of Blog Fodder Pixs to use in Posts, they do such a beautiful job of Designing the Vignettes to Merchandise their Product, it's Inspiring. And while I was at the Event one of my Designer Friends asked to take a Pix of The Man and I for her Social Media Page and I'll snag it from there. I'm rarely in front of the Lens, and so I appreciate her Sharing that when she Posts it, we're Friends on Social Media as well as being Industry Friends. We had a really good time at the Event and stayed about an Hour there, The Man likes that Event and will go on Opening Day, everyone looks out for him while I Shop and take Pixs for the Blog Coverage, which I appreciate. Most of the Designers there used to be at the Event I no longer will be attending, and opened their own Event. So, I've known them all for many Years. </i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhn8pgAXMvL-ghNv5DFCe-C7gVkZBOEmBxLnj4UHB-Vwv4czZKpZtcEbryinJGIuUGXmHhny2ZQCA7hBB_1vIExiLy1hma8uRVS7Buii1y05H821VgKpHjqLbh7kRAW1dtSE9EhSl64ada9eHoKT8zDCwk1dHXf3p0iU4l8H3H37lXVLNuzj_NOKCCefuE/s2048/288445703_3135380403381812_8805407643449557255_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="988" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhn8pgAXMvL-ghNv5DFCe-C7gVkZBOEmBxLnj4UHB-Vwv4czZKpZtcEbryinJGIuUGXmHhny2ZQCA7hBB_1vIExiLy1hma8uRVS7Buii1y05H821VgKpHjqLbh7kRAW1dtSE9EhSl64ada9eHoKT8zDCwk1dHXf3p0iU4l8H3H37lXVLNuzj_NOKCCefuE/w741-h988/288445703_3135380403381812_8805407643449557255_n.jpg" width="741" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><i><br /></i></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>And now for the Family Crisis... I got some bad news from my Younger Brother, he's got to have Heart Surgery on the 28th, his Heart is beating way too fast, 220 bpm and it should be around 70!!! He's got so many other comorbidities that any procedure, no matter how minor, is risky for him, any major procedure is very high risk. But, the Heart Rate he has is a sign of an impending Heart Attack or other life threatening Heart problems, so, they have to do something. I do wish I could see him and spend some time with him, but he's been too sickly to Travel and so has The Man, so, we haven't seen each other in Person since our Mom Died. He's been so ill lately that he had to suspend his Professional Photography Coverage for all his Events thru 2024. He's Beloved by all his Clients, Celebs and Entertainers he knows, and other Industry Friends.</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1Fco9R9vqMc8psGucaSQp0Um4IOYgKsiT7FFKuZXqpu-eYigOKEyiM0xluEF_q6re56-chTCSfMRdd1gwIHKIOKDMxVUl6ZM8NO7TNXVKBkJAktx0tMkOxFNXEfnTw5wHgh5V8GwcTevP2Ie2mlnVas6VIS4On4dBNkfrPdaABd17OiEL9899avhMH5Q/s2048/61566952_2281614938758367_2003289892087398400_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="973" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1Fco9R9vqMc8psGucaSQp0Um4IOYgKsiT7FFKuZXqpu-eYigOKEyiM0xluEF_q6re56-chTCSfMRdd1gwIHKIOKDMxVUl6ZM8NO7TNXVKBkJAktx0tMkOxFNXEfnTw5wHgh5V8GwcTevP2Ie2mlnVas6VIS4On4dBNkfrPdaABd17OiEL9899avhMH5Q/w730-h973/61566952_2281614938758367_2003289892087398400_n.jpg" width="730" /></a></span></div><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: center;"><i>My Brother has always been surrounded by some of the most Beautiful Women for as long as I can remember. When he Worked for "Playboy" in the late 1970's he once Dated a Playmate of the Year {1979}, Michele Drake. They'd come straight from functions at the Playboy Club, when Phoenix had one, to Dinner at my Parent's Home. She was an Actress as well as a Model, a very sweet Girl and very smart, my Parents liked her. His long time Lady and he have been together almost as long as The Man and I, she represented many Celebrity Clients and that's how they met, she was once Married to a well known Actor. My Brother loves Cali and so he's lived there a very long time now, when he was not so ill he used to visit Arizona to see Family, I Wish he still could. We have such a Big Time together, we've always been very close. He's led a very full Life. And in spite of many grim prognosis has lived by the Mantra, "You're Not Dead 'Til <b>God</b> Says So".</i></div></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJlW52XkuSZo9JkDotgQV7UXkxe1Ip419nJK8QlGvkURrMocCbcBkk147rufx3dqA-VGcAzo4dFiNMFmI-HkTexKdUEcqu3TqEr6peQ8aGXwnNUGyLbx6bJ3ORq9FHNuRIcRSopy-uqF1utLsBIDghbDiY9GKc8QRDnV9pdOTVlpDgN619RvBHcOASmi4/s2016/65482604_10216826455226542_2251633800314355712_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2016" data-original-width="1512" height="972" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJlW52XkuSZo9JkDotgQV7UXkxe1Ip419nJK8QlGvkURrMocCbcBkk147rufx3dqA-VGcAzo4dFiNMFmI-HkTexKdUEcqu3TqEr6peQ8aGXwnNUGyLbx6bJ3ORq9FHNuRIcRSopy-uqF1utLsBIDghbDiY9GKc8QRDnV9pdOTVlpDgN619RvBHcOASmi4/w729-h972/65482604_10216826455226542_2251633800314355712_n.jpg" width="729" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><i><br /></i></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>In fact, when The Man first met me, he thought my Brother was my Boyfriend, becoz we did everything together and way back then, we didn't look as much alike as we do now in our Old Age. *LOL* My 'Baby' Brother is 6'4" and used to have very thick Blue Black Hair, and has more of our Mom's Peaches and Cream European Complexion and Hazel Eyes. I was swarthier, like our Dad, only not as Dark Skinned as Dad was, even tho' I had the Lighter Hair and Eyes, so, nobody ever thought my Brother and I were Related when we were Younger. Since he's been so ill his complexion has been very Pale and pasty, I think a great deal of that is circulation issues with his Heart causing a Pale unhealthy looking Pallor? It has concerned me for some time when I'd see his Pixs, but, I didn't want to make him think I was as concerned as I was, it's not Helpful.</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidrlZzpoE9JmfWpRYrqDf58c0xyuUzzumMMO2rR2snWAS1Kx2GROK5goGWZIECru_YIncNGtN7C-om41Cy2EkuBDKcTTWMp53UUvchOOKxmEbg-NeLGld9Am2YBqGHWZe4xAP99-f7Wa30IttQC0j7_Pv3aoAeDIeR3jTxSxQzX_eMcgPPs0uKuHfKNWc/s811/Syd385902_10150415207136996_559096995_8867242_797680409_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="811" data-original-width="538" height="1102" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidrlZzpoE9JmfWpRYrqDf58c0xyuUzzumMMO2rR2snWAS1Kx2GROK5goGWZIECru_YIncNGtN7C-om41Cy2EkuBDKcTTWMp53UUvchOOKxmEbg-NeLGld9Am2YBqGHWZe4xAP99-f7Wa30IttQC0j7_Pv3aoAeDIeR3jTxSxQzX_eMcgPPs0uKuHfKNWc/w730-h1102/Syd385902_10150415207136996_559096995_8867242_797680409_n.jpg" width="730" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><i><br /></i></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>He's beaten incredible Odds his entire Life when it comes to Health Issues, he was a 3 lb. premie Baby, born in a Hospital overseas that had no incubators or Nic-U. So my Mom said they put him in a Bread Basket on a Radiator to keep him Warm and hope he Survived. He was a very sickly Child even tho' by his Teens he was very Tall and Big like all the Men in my Mom's Family. I don't think any Man on my Mom's side of the Family is under 6'4" and all are large strong built, even on Dad's side all the Men were at least 6'2", tho' very Slender. I'm probably the shortest of anyone on either side of the Family and the only One of Two Relatives that had Lighter Hair. I remember as a Child everyone asking me if I was Adopted. No, just got all the Recessive Genes. Genetics can be interesting and Weird like that sometimes. *LOL*</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_-4-g0EPJr93gUMnTQsjSORBYE47wUkZ6ZMwTGSHgraAB6-egOlndnIDy3KYFPLbKwcodC4FPdSrxkDpm1AmN01ava79oUDJ6nI3eVzqoENIfpn3mWZEfhdmTV73tXOWxKwKSWzNyFLOWondE7ba1kOPY5XNUuOTTIfNaKpvhZS-Rp2PPTJh_Y5uhZxo/s960/Syd379058_10150415209511996_559096995_8867246_1371164682_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="538" height="1304" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_-4-g0EPJr93gUMnTQsjSORBYE47wUkZ6ZMwTGSHgraAB6-egOlndnIDy3KYFPLbKwcodC4FPdSrxkDpm1AmN01ava79oUDJ6nI3eVzqoENIfpn3mWZEfhdmTV73tXOWxKwKSWzNyFLOWondE7ba1kOPY5XNUuOTTIfNaKpvhZS-Rp2PPTJh_Y5uhZxo/w729-h1304/Syd379058_10150415209511996_559096995_8867246_1371164682_n.jpg" width="729" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><i><br /></i></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>Anyway, my Little Brother is tough as Old Boots and so if anyone can get thru this upcoming Surgery he's having, he can. He does have a large Tattoo of The Grim Reaper on his Chest with a DNR under it, just in case. *LOL* Yes, our entire Family has a sense of Dark Gallow's Humor like that. My Brother has been on Life Support 11 different times already, and had it turned off more than a few times when Docs told us he couldn't Survive and one of us would have to make that painful decision to discontinue Life Support... yet, he did. He's hoping we don't have to go thru that again and make that decision, so, if he lapses he's told them not to bring him back and we Respect that decision he's made for himself in the event it becomes necessary not to resuscitate.</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZjORVHhNEt927mZJVXW711cVWJhYmYVe-ktH9lmquOI5ZiiM1KpHxUtfE0vKZhMrpinWjReiwOY_VMEeHNGZ2ZqdFmSGb5D8Ke9-PlGjDRmrclb5H2_ukTD-2eYb0Oz-4C2cvxHy0Sda2FbeaXbyQ41dmA-SB3nvmdlI9tw3bke8uqDmWRRLheU4ImxU/s2591/1593.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2472" data-original-width="2591" height="695" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZjORVHhNEt927mZJVXW711cVWJhYmYVe-ktH9lmquOI5ZiiM1KpHxUtfE0vKZhMrpinWjReiwOY_VMEeHNGZ2ZqdFmSGb5D8Ke9-PlGjDRmrclb5H2_ukTD-2eYb0Oz-4C2cvxHy0Sda2FbeaXbyQ41dmA-SB3nvmdlI9tw3bke8uqDmWRRLheU4ImxU/w729-h695/1593.JPG" width="729" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><i>*******</i></div></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>Love you Bro'... Your Big Sis... Dawn... The Bohemian</i></span></p>Bohemianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03743017084098726581noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4825579903367960408.post-85126550118600949922024-03-14T03:48:00.000-07:002024-03-14T04:07:13.843-07:00The Return And A New TV Celeb Crush<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEE7CR8xjttWe4SPAiC1wZqeYC1FFc1_aS_91SAY4eiQBj5PVz5d60hv0o1GYwDrmlE0c_QEV8sqTogV4K3UCIfYi9dnRwWCkuUV6jgwvFibknsx6SbML4ql616Ycf6ImSrFXgZcP953p12CLCVRhHsVQZuhEI-82hq_iaXkyqclvf3I4bJufyy9dPsiE/s2472/055t.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2472" data-original-width="1775" height="1021" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEE7CR8xjttWe4SPAiC1wZqeYC1FFc1_aS_91SAY4eiQBj5PVz5d60hv0o1GYwDrmlE0c_QEV8sqTogV4K3UCIfYi9dnRwWCkuUV6jgwvFibknsx6SbML4ql616Ycf6ImSrFXgZcP953p12CLCVRhHsVQZuhEI-82hq_iaXkyqclvf3I4bJufyy9dPsiE/w733-h1021/055t.JPG" width="733" /></a></div><br /><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>Princess T got Home this Afternoon, so, they just spent a few Days having their Wilderness Experience in the Forests of Prescott. They did quite well, rigged some creative DIY Kitchen contraption to wash their Dishes, had a Bucket Toilet with a Pool Noodle 'Seat' on it, and weren't in a proper Campground. Their Tent was one of those small Dome ones. So, they roughed it way more than we expected them to. She said the only 'cheat' they did was to go to his Grandparent's Cabin to Charge their Cellphones. *LMAO* Well, that IS very Modern Teenager, Right? *Bwahahaha* They were incredibly Resourceful in fact, and Surprised us. </i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjjAiI4beVWPbqvNSnDoRdoadKyHCUxTLw3d6Hb0qh5uKg5CbsvzSBWPKF6xK4cWTbYF7rS0l-pFH7rIMFgSXPJ032BBRlqWCh1TxWvtA7s60kka6ot5HmXdpraO9XKg6JTgpmDWhKV_rwiw5xQFkfkm1GSn5gSdJpJ33DRpe1ZWdGGxmGIlA6wTHAjZ8/s2000/423766211_3648511235407829_5080623690463456609_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2000" data-original-width="1488" height="990" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjjAiI4beVWPbqvNSnDoRdoadKyHCUxTLw3d6Hb0qh5uKg5CbsvzSBWPKF6xK4cWTbYF7rS0l-pFH7rIMFgSXPJ032BBRlqWCh1TxWvtA7s60kka6ot5HmXdpraO9XKg6JTgpmDWhKV_rwiw5xQFkfkm1GSn5gSdJpJ33DRpe1ZWdGGxmGIlA6wTHAjZ8/w737-h990/423766211_3648511235407829_5080623690463456609_n.jpg" width="737" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><i><br /></i></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i> She said it was Cold and not very Comfortable, but they really enjoyed the Experience and had a Big Time. She was tired and hungry, but looked none the worse for wear. Her only complaint was she still smelled like Smoke and needed a Shower. *Ha ha ha* I think she might even do something like that again now that she knows she is up to it? Camping was never my Jam and we always used a Campground and had a luxurious Tent by comparison, or used a Coleman Popup Camper that had a full Kitchen and it's own Bathroom. The Man is the Outdoorsman and Survivalist, it ain't my Jam, so we quit doing it as a Family when our Kids were Small. *LOL*</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigPkq0I9EdqEBZ0s1VWmkbLL_gFFnRS5Lct1SB0ZGTHk6DKH9mU3XMup_z-deQmjiMUdieL1w96Jac_qanopS4w0O0ciU6TBgPd9s1PJfh8_Mw0tukPVTHvNiSljyiX5sbPgDXn-Mzq3sTwUEU45CVdnB9tdSrV1FPXf8Kl0k3cg3vWx3NAReyqIMPH0M/s3617/IMG_0414.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3617" data-original-width="2384" height="1118" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigPkq0I9EdqEBZ0s1VWmkbLL_gFFnRS5Lct1SB0ZGTHk6DKH9mU3XMup_z-deQmjiMUdieL1w96Jac_qanopS4w0O0ciU6TBgPd9s1PJfh8_Mw0tukPVTHvNiSljyiX5sbPgDXn-Mzq3sTwUEU45CVdnB9tdSrV1FPXf8Kl0k3cg3vWx3NAReyqIMPH0M/w737-h1118/IMG_0414.JPG" width="737" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><i><br /></i></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>Listen, I need a proper Cabin if I'm going to be in the Woods, even most Campgrounds to me were not my idea of Glamping. Once you've seen one Tree, you've seen them all, and, driving thru the Forest is lovely, but I don't wanna pitch my Tent there. *Winks* The Man always went Hunting and Fishing with his Male Buddies who are all avid Outdoorsmen, or ex Military and could Survive anywhere. So he didn't need to drag me along to do something I would not enjoy as much as he did. Now he doesn't do it anymore either, but he was Proud of her doing as well as she did, and of Timmy too being so prepared and capable, taking good Care of her. They always have a good time together, they're like a close Brother and Sister in fact.</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGlXyTBumxAgyL5fx12mn8CECiv_I2FBIKbrT7-2VW7_hjH4yiulY6o0QTGdQD31E-ZazGENpD9M3sj-mBl1-A2AxZCEYsoh_tA9DnYhlD9zPGkpQuNGq1t3lDc8Ulzjv1hzju4i2AfMSZn0d7RY8Cun5d02W0SyfEn9lyO9OvwPmfaLlCPCs2Q-QUiAs/s3296/005.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3296" data-original-width="2472" height="989" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGlXyTBumxAgyL5fx12mn8CECiv_I2FBIKbrT7-2VW7_hjH4yiulY6o0QTGdQD31E-ZazGENpD9M3sj-mBl1-A2AxZCEYsoh_tA9DnYhlD9zPGkpQuNGq1t3lDc8Ulzjv1hzju4i2AfMSZn0d7RY8Cun5d02W0SyfEn9lyO9OvwPmfaLlCPCs2Q-QUiAs/w742-h989/005.JPG" width="742" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><i><br /></i></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>I'm glad they got Home safely and that they did have a good time that will be memorable in all the best ways. The fact they wanted to spend some of their Spring Break together and doing that was great too. She doesn't go Outdoors that much and spends too much time in her Room, but, she's not a Social person, so this mixed her need for enough Solitude with doing something Fun with her Best Friend out in Nature. She said the first Night all their Dishes froze together after they washed them. So they rigged a way to hang them individually around a Tee Pee Shaped Structure Timmy built to Wash and Dry them out of 3-Sticks and a Plastic Jug to hold the Water to wash the Dishes and their Hands.</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisQGgtrse4jxwJNhMxZDtKtOMuesR9Hrc0duEW4zAuC1IekVvHDdHiFcgAAUtg95hnnGYY1_RsO37Ao0ksZOQEOuLUf5qv0v7V6NcS5ik0UXN5YmKw7EHmwqop5N1Os-3L7PBaeaOmCd7jxCyHvQFADdjCJFY3gkMew7Lgf8dgSpyRCpJWxzwhSVJueSw/s2132/001.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2132" data-original-width="1640" height="958" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisQGgtrse4jxwJNhMxZDtKtOMuesR9Hrc0duEW4zAuC1IekVvHDdHiFcgAAUtg95hnnGYY1_RsO37Ao0ksZOQEOuLUf5qv0v7V6NcS5ik0UXN5YmKw7EHmwqop5N1Os-3L7PBaeaOmCd7jxCyHvQFADdjCJFY3gkMew7Lgf8dgSpyRCpJWxzwhSVJueSw/w737-h958/001.JPG" width="737" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><i><br /></i></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>Clearly they were close enuf to his Grandparents Cabin that if they'd needed to ditch the Camping to have a more civilized situation, they could have, but, other than re-charging Phones, they didn't. *Smiles* She'd taken some Pixs, that I don't think she's loaning to me to put on Social Media, but, she showed me, to show off what they built in their little Campground they Created. So, now she's Home for the rest of her Spring Break and going out Tonight to spend time with her Boyfriend now. *Smiles* The Man and I are going to attend my Friend's new Event Venue Tomorrow "Studio 108 Collective" and my Friend Nan's Antique Mall which is next to it and has other Friends of mine who are Vendors there.</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEih0jIzEo9MtPJvXdQWgeU8ch70lgUwrt1tEkGZ2ULc51bwuMY3yy6B2nN3h3i6g2GIsUGNVgpqr9n6yY8lZVNpq1nsIdr4XLVEP96IKQTD9bfHoGwQJBJ5_L7clBMDv13Hy0fKElYs9bgB4t_QSEr0-tGnLN-M1o9gEwlISHZVePuR-MnvBY8-cFhj37g/s1024/theo-james.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="697" height="1094" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEih0jIzEo9MtPJvXdQWgeU8ch70lgUwrt1tEkGZ2ULc51bwuMY3yy6B2nN3h3i6g2GIsUGNVgpqr9n6yY8lZVNpq1nsIdr4XLVEP96IKQTD9bfHoGwQJBJ5_L7clBMDv13Hy0fKElYs9bgB4t_QSEr0-tGnLN-M1o9gEwlISHZVePuR-MnvBY8-cFhj37g/w745-h1094/theo-james.png" width="745" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><i><br /></i></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>I finished watching my Two NetFlix TV Series of "Orange Is The New Black" {2013} and "The Gentlemen" {2024}. The Lead British Actor in the latter, Theo James, is my new Actor Celeb Crush, OMG is he HOT. *Winks* What a gorgeous Young Man he is, and with his actual surname being Taptiklis, he's obvious Greek heritage, and what a Greek God {Above}. He played Aristocracy very well in the Series and was very easy on the Eyes and Swoon Worthy. *Smiles and Winks* I knew he was from Great Britain but was fairly certain he wasn't English ancestry, too Exotic. I'd never seen him before, but thought he was either Gaelic or Greek, just looking at him... I told The Daughter, "That Young Man is either Irish, Welsh or Greek Ancestry... he looks it." The Series was excellent and a Guy Ritchie Creation. He has complex Story Lines and unexpected Twists that are Thought provoking, yet Comedic if you appreciate Dark Humor.</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi59gd8IfwBulv_HLQfEUsX-1DZtAqfh1cxlQAy2QDbMe1XwAhG9_yb3MO84GO02eZ9wPHgn5ja4ssBPZXf94qfVf38VYrMRULx8i-2MmSB3rR-y4H9JzaiHu4_0HJejvQ0CU6dYgyCgHUkxN5RA3hPrPDvT3DJIen0IfOx5AHuyp39T45nYhCG7sFo5kQ/s3296/008.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3296" data-original-width="2472" height="988" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi59gd8IfwBulv_HLQfEUsX-1DZtAqfh1cxlQAy2QDbMe1XwAhG9_yb3MO84GO02eZ9wPHgn5ja4ssBPZXf94qfVf38VYrMRULx8i-2MmSB3rR-y4H9JzaiHu4_0HJejvQ0CU6dYgyCgHUkxN5RA3hPrPDvT3DJIen0IfOx5AHuyp39T45nYhCG7sFo5kQ/w741-h988/008.JPG" width="741" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><i><br /></i></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>I don't know how long I'll have my NetFlix Account, since, it was a Christmas Pressy from my Niece. The Son said he may continue paying for it for me if we watch it often enuf to make it worthwhile to have a subscription to? So far I am enjoying it, I don't usually watch much TV but I have binge watched a couple Series mentioned that I got hooked on. I got very Invested in the Characters and watching them back to back, and being able to pick up where you left off was something I could do. If a TV Series is broken up over a long period of time I just can't stick with it, my Attention Deficit would make it difficult for me to and I'd forget the previous Episodes. </i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7m9lmZO-AngDWt3wjzVwbkwJNbAyR33OGa1TQkSdNzAzQECwuWoaK22Ws1ggPsUuJWotRqCbsR7jqY3MV9UWtI1K8yKUHKusqfInskF-v6YDcZf7GiV6KsHkjgy_OVv1ZRcmBBaRAzVfsL0qhaq-Yaj4iLUU3qolQGYB4Xu9CECVdwNUGXzalHRScGi8/s593/Tom_Ellis_(2016).jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="593" data-original-width="386" height="1132" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7m9lmZO-AngDWt3wjzVwbkwJNbAyR33OGa1TQkSdNzAzQECwuWoaK22Ws1ggPsUuJWotRqCbsR7jqY3MV9UWtI1K8yKUHKusqfInskF-v6YDcZf7GiV6KsHkjgy_OVv1ZRcmBBaRAzVfsL0qhaq-Yaj4iLUU3qolQGYB4Xu9CECVdwNUGXzalHRScGi8/w736-h1132/Tom_Ellis_(2016).jpg" width="736" /></a></span></div><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i> I remember when the TV Series for "Lucifer" {2016-2021} was on and my previous New TV Celeb Crush was the gorgeous Lead Man in it, Tom Ellis, who is Welsh, I tried to watch it religiously. I did it better when they had a "Lucifer" Marathon and I could watch back to back Episodes without waiting a Week in between. *Smiles* The Daughter and I have a similar 'Type' that we like the look of, so, we both enjoyed the Eye Candy of the Leading Men in "Lucifer" and "The Gentlemen". *Winks* A lot of the Popular Leading Men Heartthrobs in Hollywood just weren't our 'Type' of Guy, so we didn't always have the usual Celeb Crushes or attractions that our Friends did. Cliche' but it is all in the Eye of the Beholder, isn't it? *Ha ha ha*</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFGhNydf3nQhkPr_lMAiR4e27BQoZnihO6NWF7GBjwLBJMsihHL_tMzFv-IAbwhbpG7VwzUW4rSzpbFpeLmiv9hMR0_5wFM31BoLUZuSjSd5mj0Fep0zTPq4sswayz5AvWKq2Bjbx1FTKpqSyEjKsWdOOXgCbGc85BodeN8jhoi4GzX-uI93N0gc9hy6w/s2000/423737721_1450604209190118_7606179339897352765_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2000" data-original-width="1488" height="986" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFGhNydf3nQhkPr_lMAiR4e27BQoZnihO6NWF7GBjwLBJMsihHL_tMzFv-IAbwhbpG7VwzUW4rSzpbFpeLmiv9hMR0_5wFM31BoLUZuSjSd5mj0Fep0zTPq4sswayz5AvWKq2Bjbx1FTKpqSyEjKsWdOOXgCbGc85BodeN8jhoi4GzX-uI93N0gc9hy6w/w733-h986/423737721_1450604209190118_7606179339897352765_n.jpg" width="733" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><i><br /></i></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>I worked on Tuesday Night as a fill in for my Friend Richard, who is quite ill and has a grim diagnosis, I've been worried about him and how frail he now looks. I got the unexpected Call while we were having Dinner at a fav Buffet. And it's hilarious becoz I had to cut the meal short to drop the Family off at Home and make it in time for the Shift. So, I had to put my Steaming Sticky Rice Plantain Banana Leaf Wrapped little goodies in my Purse, so they wouldn't just be Wasted and thrown out. The Daughter was Laughing hysterically coz my Purse had Steam coming up out of it and was as Hot to hold your Hand over as a Steaming Boiling Pot of Water. *LMAOROTF* Technically, I'd paid for the Food and I know they don't want you taking leftovers out in a Buffet, but I couldn't bear for them to be thrown out and ate them once I got to Work. *LOL*</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeutRpUIMimXnhyphenhyphendMUKYVu7kr8Lay9CrjIHtir77UG6ODOOgoZN0kyww4pGUCUNcQKRicQiStSQQweyKODLgoOOjSs4QWgPD8z0v98Xtkqb2WP2cKswCbghKy56ZVQqax3bU2_ciEqlhPSRzZtCCdvc-GeHaojvs52tnjVfmeP0eJzQR63dPRMa52ub8s/s2367/004.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2367" data-original-width="1735" height="998" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeutRpUIMimXnhyphenhyphendMUKYVu7kr8Lay9CrjIHtir77UG6ODOOgoZN0kyww4pGUCUNcQKRicQiStSQQweyKODLgoOOjSs4QWgPD8z0v98Xtkqb2WP2cKswCbghKy56ZVQqax3bU2_ciEqlhPSRzZtCCdvc-GeHaojvs52tnjVfmeP0eJzQR63dPRMa52ub8s/w733-h998/004.JPG" width="733" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><i><br /></i></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>As you can see in the previous Photo of my Buffet Meal, I had Steamed Lemon Grass Flounder, Baked Ham, Mango Edamame with Sushi Salmon Salad, the Plantain Sticky Rice Wraps, Cooked Plantain, Bok Choy with Mushrooms, and Beets. With some Raspberry Jello for Dessert. We're not those people that go to a Buffet and waste food or pile our Plates up ridiculously high in a shameless display of gluttony... so, I didn't feel Guilty stashing a few Sticky Rice Plantain Bundles into my Purse as we had to leave prematurely. *LOL* I am shocked at Buffets how much Food some people can and do consume in a single Meal, Holy Hell, no wonder Morbid Obesity is a National problem in our Country!!! And the Waste of uneaten food is Shameless too, it bothers me when people are incredibly Wasteful of resources.</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"> </i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i></i></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBLXJ2gDbiYWK9OEc6lDVMYSaBHCyEz2GsDVdZUp13nHADqwmPUxGE5BZQZf54HJnH-yT7LGcHfkRSgadNFgC0iVKvxMGOKm2shnF0RxBk3yOx16He3W24f3uT2hqL1vPzHfOwwvRBKs_Zzq_u7bcSK4yupz1yoy2OJ32ESTToTdko_wD9YPPBER0h_dg/s5152/IMG_3576.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5152" data-original-width="3864" height="969" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBLXJ2gDbiYWK9OEc6lDVMYSaBHCyEz2GsDVdZUp13nHADqwmPUxGE5BZQZf54HJnH-yT7LGcHfkRSgadNFgC0iVKvxMGOKm2shnF0RxBk3yOx16He3W24f3uT2hqL1vPzHfOwwvRBKs_Zzq_u7bcSK4yupz1yoy2OJ32ESTToTdko_wD9YPPBER0h_dg/w727-h969/IMG_3576.JPG" width="727" /></a></i></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div></i><i><div style="text-align: center;"><i> I've seen small Children with more food heaped on a Plate for a single Meal than I could consume in a whole damned Day!!! And I've seen very Young Children with the worst Food choices and fuel for their growing Bodies and Minds. It saddens, bothers and angers me to see Obese Children. Learning Healthy Nutrition and Lifelong Behavior Habits starts in the Home. A Child isn't bringing in the Food provided, the Responsible Adults are supposed to and are preparing the Meals provided to them. I've fed a lot of Kiddos in my day and if presented with good choices and proper portions, they eat them and learn to prefer them actually. People used to think our Children and The G-Kid Force were unusual Kids becoz they would ASK for the better choices even if presented with poor ones. They declined Junk Foods since, they never got addicted to them and didn't like them.</i></div></i></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgf3Q3AQ-qdRSOpqGiQCKJHQ2Hm-egUSCiFN62kwXDtfNCq_GX6KadwkStEUfdgPSnayygRoNSP7n5oSUS15IlvY5skB2opWELI-d9dgPY_kDqZhRbxzwlWdjJJHiFNlRmpFY3B-bmOhUka9pnFeoa1PoGYZAE3lp0Nn8XpxJqJtc-vjVU1LKHb8sx0KdU/s5152/IMG_1480.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5152" data-original-width="3864" height="967" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgf3Q3AQ-qdRSOpqGiQCKJHQ2Hm-egUSCiFN62kwXDtfNCq_GX6KadwkStEUfdgPSnayygRoNSP7n5oSUS15IlvY5skB2opWELI-d9dgPY_kDqZhRbxzwlWdjJJHiFNlRmpFY3B-bmOhUka9pnFeoa1PoGYZAE3lp0Nn8XpxJqJtc-vjVU1LKHb8sx0KdU/w725-h967/IMG_1480.JPG" width="725" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><i><div style="text-align: center;"><i>It was just as easy and cost effective for me to provide good choices for their Diet as it would have been for bad ones. And, we kept a Snack Box and didn't forbid things like Candy or Soda, I always had some available, in moderation and monitored. Since it was made available, not forbidden, but moderated and had better options always available, they mostly ignored it as a Choice. It would be their Friends who'd gorge and overdo it, since, at their Homes it could be that their choices were suspect and less healthy Behavior patterns were being developed? To this day if you offer them unhealthy options, they typically decline and if given their own options, choose better. That's how I wanted them to know what was good for them and what isn't, laying some groundwork to build upon.</i></div></i></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i></i></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVgmiK1wSRZToOBtn2yUGBn8AklQ2xGRTm722R4LsUuzKXHQcp1fK5Enpk9mg6Pr_fIJupq9QYmg-6NQOQM2GG8SQPHOBPv3ZiIQtzHarGqJWb8Lri5fp6wIZ-t2Bi3QQkZ5wzoHzxEYjQnDA4qJlOz47GAj5S_ubdQafGSxRYHAnHMEojfXZ7yGqRxsk/s5152/IMG_4237.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5152" data-original-width="3864" height="961" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVgmiK1wSRZToOBtn2yUGBn8AklQ2xGRTm722R4LsUuzKXHQcp1fK5Enpk9mg6Pr_fIJupq9QYmg-6NQOQM2GG8SQPHOBPv3ZiIQtzHarGqJWb8Lri5fp6wIZ-t2Bi3QQkZ5wzoHzxEYjQnDA4qJlOz47GAj5S_ubdQafGSxRYHAnHMEojfXZ7yGqRxsk/w721-h961/IMG_4237.JPG" width="721" /></a></i></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>Sure, every Kid can Rebel later and make their own Poor Choices in Life, but, I know I wasn't the one responsible for that and so do they. They knew better, so they could always do better. It's often funny for me to hear my Adult Children telling my Grandchildren to listen to Grandma and don't make the same mistakes they did about Bad Choices that I always warned them weren't good ideas or habits to develop. It means to me that they knew and absorbed the information and Wisdom in Teens and Adulthood that I provided and tried to impart, even if they didn't necessarily always follow it when they reached an Age of Accountability. Hey, I did the same thing, perhaps we all do to some extent, but I could never blame my Parents for my Poor Choices, they Taught me better ones and gave me the arsenal for sustainable Healthy Living.</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgN_Of_aTzcfRVZUNJmtMeNyvnmC7769n42vTBFUUo1MEP8UoHQXWDkg5w1UlD1-Rr3OTsC9creJNY0rveM69ueT64gNWxL0W7jZG81HqpE5F4DUGpy8oSQ4VofBRhVcOnDR39s0o6GIpCE0zn4zXKNrNA_9QXOViQt5r4BDXWzJIl7V_H8ZdMWqD16rVM/s4529/IMG_0126.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4529" data-original-width="3235" height="1002" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgN_Of_aTzcfRVZUNJmtMeNyvnmC7769n42vTBFUUo1MEP8UoHQXWDkg5w1UlD1-Rr3OTsC9creJNY0rveM69ueT64gNWxL0W7jZG81HqpE5F4DUGpy8oSQ4VofBRhVcOnDR39s0o6GIpCE0zn4zXKNrNA_9QXOViQt5r4BDXWzJIl7V_H8ZdMWqD16rVM/w717-h1002/IMG_0126.JPG" width="717" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><i><br /></i></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i> What I have the most regret for is that I never Learned to be a better Cook, and I envy and admire people who are good at it. Since, it was never a particular strength of mine to be a Culinary Jedi. My Dad was a Master Chef, exceptionally Gifted and Self-Taught, he taught my Mom to be an excellent Chef too, until Married she admitted she sucked at it. Her Mom, my Welsh Nanna, had been the Culinary Jedi. My Parents failed to be able to give me the same Passion for preparing Foods that the rest of my Family had, I just wasn't good at it. I tried to be, lucky for my Family it was The Man who excelled at that, so, we ate well. *Smiles* Everyone now of coarse is Old enuf and prepares their own Meals, everyone likes different things and has their individual Schedules, it's easier this way. And, I do have some fussy eaters who won't eat just anything or everything. Mostly due to Gut Issues they have had since Birth.</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnx-wzr8ka3hxXIrX052cZIDfa_6HSQBe5l7AxOkLD0SA4rlbx5wPJOZrb1OrMFUPvHMTiMw3bbuDJ2rZm396m9FqPh-HCHNdtgH6319M2T8TdEss6m9iYvl2CmL9xSWc9phfE0lWICBXirHA6r_3Z7K1ZtAWEulLnKA3GohxEapp6PP-lvDnvCS18X-A/s5152/IMG_3001.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5152" data-original-width="3864" height="968" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnx-wzr8ka3hxXIrX052cZIDfa_6HSQBe5l7AxOkLD0SA4rlbx5wPJOZrb1OrMFUPvHMTiMw3bbuDJ2rZm396m9FqPh-HCHNdtgH6319M2T8TdEss6m9iYvl2CmL9xSWc9phfE0lWICBXirHA6r_3Z7K1ZtAWEulLnKA3GohxEapp6PP-lvDnvCS18X-A/w726-h968/IMG_3001.JPG" width="726" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><i><br /></i></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>The Daughter and her Daughter, Princess T, have some Hereditary Gut Issues and Food Allergies that nobody on my side of the Family ever had and they likely inherited from a Paternal side? Both are Lactose Intolerant and have significant Food Allergies and Skin Sensitivities to certain things too. They can't wear Base Metals or they break out in an angry Rash, so always required a high Gold Content or Surgical Steel if they wear Jewelry, or be careful about prolonged contact to their Skin of things that they know they're gonna react to. Probably internally a similar thing happens for them, so they avoid certain Foods that can actually be painful or medically risky for them to consume. Lucky for them, they just don't even like the things they can't eat. For me, it's only Chocolate I can't and don't eat, and Princess T has inherited whatever that is too, so, we just don't eat it. I can't even stand the smell of it, so, no depravation exists. *LOL*</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnAyjipV18uvqnG4ek3qszo8BAp8rGca8EHiY_B3gKrImp8vx_YaXeVrjcPiWwC7qUgNuNmTS5fKJR2GA_NLhjusZfR0vz7NrUw97eVVrKFeBDyYn8CPq0m8KG1kiwjUwIXsowmZ3A1hmSKzWI8ED2xetnrY0_sRZTdQO45A9hbdxr8aROpgUTPFTNm18/s5152/IMG_1384.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5152" data-original-width="3864" height="962" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnAyjipV18uvqnG4ek3qszo8BAp8rGca8EHiY_B3gKrImp8vx_YaXeVrjcPiWwC7qUgNuNmTS5fKJR2GA_NLhjusZfR0vz7NrUw97eVVrKFeBDyYn8CPq0m8KG1kiwjUwIXsowmZ3A1hmSKzWI8ED2xetnrY0_sRZTdQO45A9hbdxr8aROpgUTPFTNm18/w722-h962/IMG_1384.JPG" width="722" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><i><br /></i></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>Here's the Curious thing to me tho', Food Pushers will try to force Food upon people who don't want it or can't have it. I don't know why they feel the Need to do that, but they do. I can't even begin to tell you how many Food Pushers would try to get me to eat and Push Chocolate or Junk Foods that I just never eat and always decline. With the Chocolate I have to be firm and just explain I'm allergic, so, NO Thank You, and No means NO... if that hurts their Feelings, they'll just have to get over it. *LOL* And, if I'm dining with someone and they think I should eat more, I tell them I only Eat 'til Full, then Stop. I've never been one to go back for 2nds, 3rds and such. I never got overweight by gluttony, it was Hormonal mostly due to imbalance after a Hysterectomy from what Specialists have told me. Which Sucks, but it is what it just became.</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgp70urO8j4cy2NGGbVSIlPcCPngA4Hzwsqft431D-sKLrCkTqTqvuxAhjZPA-M3PFa1NX0oRrbfYGvQxlpNtTnvezmzmyCixACtbqDpt977lOjziOyqAMaCMCUNTTVOD8BlGm3QIJX2FV4id6amYuzao_nCqdo324yeEVBoJRXgFd7gBnw1a3y12ffMn8/s4338/IMG_1501%20(1).JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4338" data-original-width="2809" height="1116" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgp70urO8j4cy2NGGbVSIlPcCPngA4Hzwsqft431D-sKLrCkTqTqvuxAhjZPA-M3PFa1NX0oRrbfYGvQxlpNtTnvezmzmyCixACtbqDpt977lOjziOyqAMaCMCUNTTVOD8BlGm3QIJX2FV4id6amYuzao_nCqdo324yeEVBoJRXgFd7gBnw1a3y12ffMn8/w722-h1116/IMG_1501%20(1).JPG" width="722" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><i><br /></i></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>Before getting that procedure, I was Naturally Thin my whole life and actually considered Skinny by American Standards. Overseas I was built more like the Locals of most Countries we visited or lived in, since, in most parts of the World Obesity isn't the problem as it is in the U.S.. My Mom was very Thin until she had a Hysterectomy too, and my Dad was very Thin his entire Life. I think my Dad weighed the same, probably within 5 lbs., his entire Adult Life and he was a Master Chef and had a Passion for Food. But, he ate Healthy, sensibly and prepared Healthy Meals and exercised Portion Control. In fact, he did some Consultation Work for Hospitals to aide Patients who required Dietary Restrictions and Healthful Holistic approaches to Healing and Wellness that included their Diets. My Dad had a Natural Remedy for anything that Ailed you. And No, we were not Traditional Practitioners of Western Methods. But people came to Dad or Mom when their Methods failed. *LOL*</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFT2-SGhHopeNUJ7pcnZoGFhoj0ycK7RwMfoHTkz3pKvjPpPukTF1MAgk8dbNn75RGIJ4Aeph_ce7LP6iMuWKJ0ZJhtGkncMDvgdGnWazFurH0Je4GlPm4TOne-PSn65BacrYjO_zQ6nwzRtRTH0hkvQc4wKwozW_ffiwYUmPtS92io50xLR2fO-uCSAQ/s5152/IMG_1340.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5152" data-original-width="3864" height="964" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFT2-SGhHopeNUJ7pcnZoGFhoj0ycK7RwMfoHTkz3pKvjPpPukTF1MAgk8dbNn75RGIJ4Aeph_ce7LP6iMuWKJ0ZJhtGkncMDvgdGnWazFurH0Je4GlPm4TOne-PSn65BacrYjO_zQ6nwzRtRTH0hkvQc4wKwozW_ffiwYUmPtS92io50xLR2fO-uCSAQ/w723-h964/IMG_1340.JPG" width="723" /></a></span></div><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>When he was Diagnosed with what his Specialists said was a Terminal Condition, he outlived their given 'Expiration Date' by Eleven Years, using his Remedies rather than theirs. He didn't Die of that Condition BTW. And when my Mom was Diagnosed with what Western Medicine told her would be Terminal, when she was only in her early 40's, and they'd done all they could for her, my Dad put her on his Holistic Dietary approach and Remedies. Mom lived to be 84, she actually outlived Dad by a full Decade. She did not succumb to the Condition that Docs told her she'd Die from over Forty Years earlier. I tell people these Testimonies since Food and Herbal Remedies do have Healing Properties. And different Cultures have different Methods not always Understood or embraced. And, there are Methods not entirely Understood or practiced by the Masses that actually Work. No, I can't always explain it, or tell you How and Why it Works, but if it Works baby, I Work it. *Winks*</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKGj1f4lww6BNte80HqLn47WNhCkF3sZWDJsxqNJv0OP1WUVcsXgF3drL9PpkWnamLfsueLjXdZNjdUN2SuUOe4A942StAftoXI2CJ3uczEIx1PO7cXOHXAeJRi-Has_hPG-O6RaUFNyoeS6t6r_ATBgfTzetXVynr-N-SfH1DnjLzd8OG0zYCfl4JFq4/s5152/IMG_0439.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5152" data-original-width="3864" height="960" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKGj1f4lww6BNte80HqLn47WNhCkF3sZWDJsxqNJv0OP1WUVcsXgF3drL9PpkWnamLfsueLjXdZNjdUN2SuUOe4A942StAftoXI2CJ3uczEIx1PO7cXOHXAeJRi-Has_hPG-O6RaUFNyoeS6t6r_ATBgfTzetXVynr-N-SfH1DnjLzd8OG0zYCfl4JFq4/w720-h960/IMG_0439.JPG" width="720" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><i><br /></i></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i> They are the Bodies Natural Fuel and good Fuel usually provides better results than bad Fuel. The Body wants to Heal itself, it tries to do so without you even telling it to. So, you just have to Partner with it to do what Nature intended, for best results. Faulty parts exist sometimes and there are those things that some might never receive a Healing from, but, it can't hurt to Honor your Temple of a Body by doing to it what is best for it, just sayin'. I see people abusing their Bodies terribly and then wondering why they have the consequences that they do. Even if and when they have received information that they're on a bad Path and need to adjust it, they don't. So, the inevitable happens and that's not entirely unexpected. It was in fact, predictable given their habits and Lifestyle choices. Many People Curse themselves. And, not all Practices that have been vilified are all Bad either.</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgl6S5Cg9SLJZVt_b9-rEEWEuV8thf6emfKN_pWCvSEyF7fBBdRdOgSVymT6pg0ZUo6HhYQe8i4Uy8bYfc1Kai19vZTdcXnLAM0yHnMEdrm9bYp8j67t6UDaesHilsoRV9hFv4-6CuSAyRozuJxa24fD7ub8JTvjXMY5Lq2baSYvzn-1t2gMrQFQnet62Q/s5152/IMG_7673.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5152" data-original-width="3864" height="965" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgl6S5Cg9SLJZVt_b9-rEEWEuV8thf6emfKN_pWCvSEyF7fBBdRdOgSVymT6pg0ZUo6HhYQe8i4Uy8bYfc1Kai19vZTdcXnLAM0yHnMEdrm9bYp8j67t6UDaesHilsoRV9hFv4-6CuSAyRozuJxa24fD7ub8JTvjXMY5Lq2baSYvzn-1t2gMrQFQnet62Q/w724-h965/IMG_7673.JPG" width="724" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><i>*******</i></div></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>Happy Spring my Friends... Dawn... The Bohemian</i></span></p>Bohemianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03743017084098726581noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4825579903367960408.post-41893328779456085932024-03-12T10:33:00.000-07:002024-03-12T11:09:26.585-07:00She's Gone Glamping<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrMH7fzLH9Y4XqmRXvmfeW-hZ9Aaxwx2b4kQPzJJCVxDUC2DvwXajx-YXN-9Iw4ciSIgncoVYkvKyweP9DGjxdNZ3spQMKIRDPkDrAbsGfpdUUvvb95_N-5TkuS5deAepezfo2hjToeKNYB6IrEpRAwS2XTSaQirknyhPFf17gJeELGysE5dSjPLWzRrM/s846/df04dbbb4c06a2783c6b882925f452e0.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="846" data-original-width="564" height="1126" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrMH7fzLH9Y4XqmRXvmfeW-hZ9Aaxwx2b4kQPzJJCVxDUC2DvwXajx-YXN-9Iw4ciSIgncoVYkvKyweP9DGjxdNZ3spQMKIRDPkDrAbsGfpdUUvvb95_N-5TkuS5deAepezfo2hjToeKNYB6IrEpRAwS2XTSaQirknyhPFf17gJeELGysE5dSjPLWzRrM/w750-h1126/df04dbbb4c06a2783c6b882925f452e0.jpg" width="750" /></a></div><br /><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>Princess T is now on Spring Break from School and gone Glamping with Timmy for some of the time off up North. They're roughing it and not staying in his Grandparent's Cabin this time, but in a Tent, so, we'll see how that plays out? Timmy of coarse is a Glamper, so he's got more equipment than a Survivalist or Doomsday Prepper for the Trip. *LMAO* We'll see if they come Home early if it's not as enjoyable as they imagine it will be? I can't even see my Grandchild voluntarily using an Outhouse, she's not that Gal who appreciates a total Wilderness Experience. And I don't know what her Idea of Glamorous Camping even is? And Timmy is quite the Diva himself, so... I dunno if this was his best idea? She packed for Two Days and probably will spend less time actually there than she spent packing? *Bwahahaha*</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNBew3w_p-B5n9oC5Yowdtij9s71fkTnO7PHfcNH7wFk25JPg6JVvMT4CP_pqXii-iMYSogXQUvCSTeEg-0xjc98A_DuRxSXOZSflK3KyF0xQRPVhK6HXG6xpaF5cC0ZrC4ZPInLnOfVZ-vN_AmKH_oC9uTGUsYUAkAP7GmW90w4K70pQgSUNg4JMXQcE/s680/a08014019acabc99e0f5717866f9c8c5.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="680" data-original-width="460" height="1111" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNBew3w_p-B5n9oC5Yowdtij9s71fkTnO7PHfcNH7wFk25JPg6JVvMT4CP_pqXii-iMYSogXQUvCSTeEg-0xjc98A_DuRxSXOZSflK3KyF0xQRPVhK6HXG6xpaF5cC0ZrC4ZPInLnOfVZ-vN_AmKH_oC9uTGUsYUAkAP7GmW90w4K70pQgSUNg4JMXQcE/w750-h1111/a08014019acabc99e0f5717866f9c8c5.jpg" width="750" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><i><br /></i></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>She left the House looking like she was going to a Fancy Gala, so, I don't know she's got the Wardrobe for where they'll actually be?! *LMAOROTF* The Man got up early to send them off... he knows how to do a True Wilderness Experience and was musing what a Gay Teen Boy might think he needs to rough it and survive a few Days in the Wilderness with our Diva Granddaughter in tow?! *Bwahahaha* She did tell me she made Timmy Buy a Coleman Stove to Cook on, since she wasn't sure they'd eat on the regular if they had to prepare their Meals over a Campfire?! I mean, it's not like Timmy ever joined The Boy Scouts. *LOL* I had her to bring some Ramen Noodles and backup easy stuff like Mac-N-Cheese and Mashed Potatoes in a Cup, to prepare with boiling Water to sustain them, just in case. *Winks*</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhG_WR3O_4kbNTH4DZTeH8ryaRe4uCUJBD7ZC0IjTz9W4xXxpvKoqHwEfxXpQLeXe67VmqV0Q7fqM6_YfJk0mLSzjDwFoklxPWHRITXhcrZkxM6ZSjMC4U2APqhV9QvlwtDbvdHgDz4Cyzg4h38s9gtWjvsSQfrMif1R-bOol-C2zdeC1UkSObDtg5102k/s2612/030deer.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2612" data-original-width="1727" height="1138" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhG_WR3O_4kbNTH4DZTeH8ryaRe4uCUJBD7ZC0IjTz9W4xXxpvKoqHwEfxXpQLeXe67VmqV0Q7fqM6_YfJk0mLSzjDwFoklxPWHRITXhcrZkxM6ZSjMC4U2APqhV9QvlwtDbvdHgDz4Cyzg4h38s9gtWjvsSQfrMif1R-bOol-C2zdeC1UkSObDtg5102k/w754-h1138/030deer.JPG" width="754" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><i><br /></i></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>So, they left this Morning before Daylight and I hope we don't have to send out a Search Party for them? I'm sure they'll be Fine. *Bwahaha* I guess when you're Young you just wanna have Experiences... so, I'm sure this will be one of them... perhaps even a One and Done? *LOL* If she doesn't even have somewhere to plug in her Curling Iron and take a Shower, I'm just Surprised he talked her into going! *Smiles* I don't even know how big the Tent is he bought or if he knows how to set it up... so the Back Story when they come back should be Interesting and quite Entertaining? *LOL* He's still in between Jobs, it hasn't been as easy as he thought it would be to get something after 'Subway'. But, they were exploiting him and having him doing Management Work and added responsibilities without the equitable pay or any Promotions, so, it was No Bueno. </i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjszKuW8yooc9U5_DigLqHzuGcPcm1KVsMppc-jsVPLOxt98IFcn-MmotePCNiyyQvIiORY969a73V7EQKA989MzInUDgFblPukQdlEpw17k7r0k_XjXwB76TvTdcDmvme1QYJf8dsTcS7MlIsjNbJEAGhGWZIysMkDYCRMV34uIuuSHoN88DKvjUItr2c/s640/096.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="533" height="893" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjszKuW8yooc9U5_DigLqHzuGcPcm1KVsMppc-jsVPLOxt98IFcn-MmotePCNiyyQvIiORY969a73V7EQKA989MzInUDgFblPukQdlEpw17k7r0k_XjXwB76TvTdcDmvme1QYJf8dsTcS7MlIsjNbJEAGhGWZIysMkDYCRMV34uIuuSHoN88DKvjUItr2c/w745-h893/096.JPG" width="745" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><i><br /></i></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>I remember they always tried that shit with us at the DA's Office, asking us to fill in and do Work that had a much higher Pay Grade than ours. I'd always decline, saying it was above my Pay Grade, and Yes, I could do the Work, I had the necessary Skills and expertise required. But, unless they paid me the going Rate for that particular Position, Nope, I wasn't your Gal. Plus, Honestly, even the higher Pay Grade Positions were not paying what they should for all the added responsibilities and knowledge you had to possess, so I turned down Promotions too. Working for the County had good Benefits and that's all I was really there for. I made more Money in Banking Twenty Years earlier than they could pay me at the DA's Office. I don't Care about Titles bestowed or alleged prestige, show me the Money. *Winks*</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqoQLEVEF6y6YP1NWzkwW7wyUNTbTCTxH70r_2LksGrXHfcDAkGEBtFRv6i6mJxtaBYwhQhNr9aSsxZrMcm46kaSwH1TvSCbQRQ6w0RSh00Kk-gUaUGI2CaYnc5eEMvF6cOqQr3h_Xp-ZB1771NBD6KmDw6LewWx0BReLmyn95mDFkUlAD0bWn3bjn94s/s762/29356362_1839077519478482_5549763540636625129_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="762" data-original-width="510" height="1111" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqoQLEVEF6y6YP1NWzkwW7wyUNTbTCTxH70r_2LksGrXHfcDAkGEBtFRv6i6mJxtaBYwhQhNr9aSsxZrMcm46kaSwH1TvSCbQRQ6w0RSh00Kk-gUaUGI2CaYnc5eEMvF6cOqQr3h_Xp-ZB1771NBD6KmDw6LewWx0BReLmyn95mDFkUlAD0bWn3bjn94s/w743-h1111/29356362_1839077519478482_5549763540636625129_n.jpg" width="743" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><i><br /></i></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i> So, there was no incentive to be ambitious, Words have never fed my Family, show your Appreciation in my Paycheck, or forget about it and pick someone else. *Winks* Timmy was no Fool, once he realized it was exploitation, he finally gave his Notice... it was a Dead End Position and he realized it was going nowhere. </i></span><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Anyway, Timmy wanted to get out and have some Vacay Time before he snags another Job somewhere and has to start from scratch to earn Vacation Time. He'd been going on lots of Interviews lately and he's a good little Worker and has an excellent Work Ethic for a Youngster. He's an Old Soul and has helped his Grandparents out for Years, who have Raised him. And now he's helping to Care for and Support his Two Female Cousins who had to move in and be Raised by the Grandparents now, when their Single Dad, his Uncle, was Murdered. </i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKXUKTsrTn5a5Mxef4VbNEVaA9Qr6_RJaJz6ihyphenhyphenI4xMtT_lUwLR1eqRfUplA3y8w8Psyt7VkrODZ3lozb6APs3UzQ-cDqGLwRIl9aJe3qw99y1tYRe6_i0FH7510-l_TsZVEBHkCd0AQiSpnyDfTz9Bsu0KAtNptA_eMo8PztidjZChXuWZMyXRR3GyLE/s960/428146435_7948573655169855_4732441824800261_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="996" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKXUKTsrTn5a5Mxef4VbNEVaA9Qr6_RJaJz6ihyphenhyphenI4xMtT_lUwLR1eqRfUplA3y8w8Psyt7VkrODZ3lozb6APs3UzQ-cDqGLwRIl9aJe3qw99y1tYRe6_i0FH7510-l_TsZVEBHkCd0AQiSpnyDfTz9Bsu0KAtNptA_eMo8PztidjZChXuWZMyXRR3GyLE/w747-h996/428146435_7948573655169855_4732441824800261_n.jpg" width="747" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><i><br /></i></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>I took The Man to the Gym and he had his first Hydromassage, he complained about it, but I do think it did him good. I set mine on 10, which is a deep Massage, but he had to go with a 3, which is a very mild Massage. When it's on a 3 I can barely feel it, but, if he's comfortable with a low setting, fine. The problem I see with Seniors being restricted to a mere 6 Hours a Day to use the Facility is they start stacking up at the Equipment most popular with Senior Members. That's what happened that Morning so for the first time ever I had to wait to use Equipment. That never happened when we weren't restricted and could use the Facility like any other Member, so, it does waste more of your Time waiting and not doing what you came to do.</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihpgS9QpTEX6CW-H329obrorV-gREJ7PbxfxAi2MUqmIyNfwEmmQ3_bTbwQOZG5VaJ8jTLRr3fWlYNjeIFlCclhJEhHhQyq6gvh1FYgP7JgK8iC0HjFOjVRU7oYThY05QPy4u6K7aaaTupy6S1eHdXM0Qy-E4D17SeNUYITnUNZmFPk8Qpt4t7oUbqf84/s2200/006.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2200" data-original-width="1648" height="992" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihpgS9QpTEX6CW-H329obrorV-gREJ7PbxfxAi2MUqmIyNfwEmmQ3_bTbwQOZG5VaJ8jTLRr3fWlYNjeIFlCclhJEhHhQyq6gvh1FYgP7JgK8iC0HjFOjVRU7oYThY05QPy4u6K7aaaTupy6S1eHdXM0Qy-E4D17SeNUYITnUNZmFPk8Qpt4t7oUbqf84/w744-h992/006.JPG" width="744" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><i><br /></i></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>And my speculation is, any Younger Members that want to use the Facility during those Hours we're restricted to using it, might start complaining about the same thing? Or complaining about the amount of Old folks, since it's more obvious how many there are of us when we can only use a 24 Hour Facility during a 6 Hour block of Time? I know all the Seniors around what we were using, that had to wait for a turn, were not happy campers. The Company isn't endearing themselves to their Senior Client Base. I had The Man and I swap to using other Equipment during our Wait for the Equipment we couldn't immediately get a turn using, that way it didn't seem like Time being wasted doing nothing or be around grumpy impatient Seniors. Having been in the Military the bulk of our Lives we're used to having stupidly long waits, so, it's not as Big a Deal to us I guess? *LOL*</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZlf7tdTK996x5vORhjVWSN-I1bWkKEFugePfwsU1_nysROGQ9aZ3vJR_Ie1kBCREBwf3ikzPjJn2ZG7q9TqRaKEHDXMIxbUsYb105TDgjFvCHzWt_Y8YB3_iR6xVoUEU7Eaxw4LWjoMWAeIvnEpcsUJ9mWV0dX8whoJEdqS7gaPa1R-ERdqsyjuyl0m8/s2000/423766534_975578880753022_4327440410373696702_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2000" data-original-width="1488" height="1007" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZlf7tdTK996x5vORhjVWSN-I1bWkKEFugePfwsU1_nysROGQ9aZ3vJR_Ie1kBCREBwf3ikzPjJn2ZG7q9TqRaKEHDXMIxbUsYb105TDgjFvCHzWt_Y8YB3_iR6xVoUEU7Eaxw4LWjoMWAeIvnEpcsUJ9mWV0dX8whoJEdqS7gaPa1R-ERdqsyjuyl0m8/w749-h1007/423766534_975578880753022_4327440410373696702_n.jpg" width="749" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div></span><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: center;"><i>A Handsome Young Man did show The Man and I how to use a new Machine, which was very Sweet of him, he could see we were clueless to figure it out on our own. *LOL* </i><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>It started out the day well tho', so if I can get him to cooperate and use his Membership with some consistency, I think it would be Helpful to him. After complaining, he did have more Energy and Stamina thruout the day after having began it with a nice Massage Session. Since Princess T is gone for most of the Week Glamping, we had nobody to consider, so, we took the entire day to ourselves, which was nice. We went to a couple of East Valley Antique Malls and had Brunch and a light Dinner out as well. I Loved this Grateful Dead Shirt {Above & Below}, but, not my Size and it was expensive... but, both sides of it were Killer. I must say that the Deadhead Shirts always had the best Graphics EVER IMO.</i></span></div></i><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i></i></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFDzEH-QGbyNJc6PLwfN3IMzP1wwV2YQz7ir7fJJMCqLbWQDog2gHEufNoh6rNUW_-wvYOBhGJbzYj3Eq06E5BBxOi_LWxs0AxqgN2ZSewbenS4ZXSwqiZYZUZuBYoduazZcp4ZwMh74nQrsPPDNBYFDwSzKDq58W07shas2xX2akH0OBcEHeWSdCLbzI/s2000/423737610_792479266109344_675559419459014028_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2000" data-original-width="1488" height="1011" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFDzEH-QGbyNJc6PLwfN3IMzP1wwV2YQz7ir7fJJMCqLbWQDog2gHEufNoh6rNUW_-wvYOBhGJbzYj3Eq06E5BBxOi_LWxs0AxqgN2ZSewbenS4ZXSwqiZYZUZuBYoduazZcp4ZwMh74nQrsPPDNBYFDwSzKDq58W07shas2xX2akH0OBcEHeWSdCLbzI/w752-h1011/423737610_792479266109344_675559419459014028_n.jpg" width="752" /></a></i></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /> </i><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><i><div style="text-align: center;"><i>I liked this Shirt so much that when we got Home I looked it up Online and found one in my Size For Sale way Cheaper and on E-Bay, so ordered it. Color me Happy. I did do some Retail Therapy at both Antique Malls buying what was at Killer Prices. We get a Military Discount at the one Mall and I got a Retro Gold Metallic 4 Foot Christmas Tree marked 75% Off. It's like one I'd admired for Years at our Antique Mall that was just a Display Tree a Vendor Friend had NFS, so I was Jazzed to Score one finally and at a ridiculously discounted price point. And the 75% Off was on an already Marked Down Price, so really it was more like 90% Off. The Vendor was Closing Out all their Seasonal Merch and Displays, this had been a Display.</i></div></i></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_3nLF4SaFZlGcf9oSFNUEKlGCoW9q0B10zdzPupw7nM6N-DhbzDZwbpsdpXbq2cb_GHO9iSfcAJjyxb1eGRDFud3qq2RC2w6-u3WRMegopujQ2EWVQme38BP_5zZm-GqUhXk9pOo77RZecIAPM3JCx4TXB2aJyCzc3e9m53k9KdgqZ_xwfvXcnZlvfQw/s5152/IMG_7951.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5152" data-original-width="3864" height="998" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_3nLF4SaFZlGcf9oSFNUEKlGCoW9q0B10zdzPupw7nM6N-DhbzDZwbpsdpXbq2cb_GHO9iSfcAJjyxb1eGRDFud3qq2RC2w6-u3WRMegopujQ2EWVQme38BP_5zZm-GqUhXk9pOo77RZecIAPM3JCx4TXB2aJyCzc3e9m53k9KdgqZ_xwfvXcnZlvfQw/w748-h998/IMG_7951.JPG" width="748" /></a></span></div><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: center;"><i>I like that so much of the Wire Displays on it and the Branches are skinny. My Friend Shelly used to Display her Shiny Brite Ornaments she had For Sale on hers when she had a Showroom at our Antique Mall. Everyone always wanted to Buy the Tree too but she held onto it, wisely, this is only the 2nd one like hers I've ever seen and even Googling them Online, wasn't Helpful to Source one. There's lotsa Metallic Trees but they're full, and not an easy Size like this to move around effortlessly. These are even more scarce than the Old Metallic Pom-Pom Trees from the Sixties. I did a Closeup Below so you can see the Trunk and the Branches more easily and see the Cool Wiring on them, which is substantial. The Brass Wire alone used would cost far more to Buy than I paid for the whole Tree, since, the Tree cost me only $15. The Original Price before any Markdowns had been $96.</i></div></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOhlHie3iAfXoMGA8ZQQkH9EaO_scl3PEV9S24IxCBcRT4KQSAnEdN0R_jFb1zGHEziqmsIS3RGYn_oNp8GiXQvpnVyJCVIuUH2gGp0CO76G7dLwbWCIcoDNGOeQejssEjtae-yX952EFQxilAZ4CQNs-KWvvNt08NDbkReplxQSxVKBwmeNbl50PcJTE/s5152/IMG_7952.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5152" data-original-width="3864" height="1000" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOhlHie3iAfXoMGA8ZQQkH9EaO_scl3PEV9S24IxCBcRT4KQSAnEdN0R_jFb1zGHEziqmsIS3RGYn_oNp8GiXQvpnVyJCVIuUH2gGp0CO76G7dLwbWCIcoDNGOeQejssEjtae-yX952EFQxilAZ4CQNs-KWvvNt08NDbkReplxQSxVKBwmeNbl50PcJTE/w750-h1000/IMG_7952.JPG" width="750" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><i><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><i>I also Scored this Vintage Industrial Smaller sized Spinning Rack they used to use in Hardware Stores. I've seen the Full Sizes ones that are taller than me many times before, but not this small size that was used for small Hardware. So, when I saw the Vendor had a Killer Price on it, plus my Military Discount, well, hadda have it for Displaying Smalls for the New Showroom. There's about 70 compartments, give or take, to organize and display small Merch and maximize Retail Space. Each level of it spins separately and it's The Look I'm going for as well as being so practical and useful for my expanded Vision. I have to tell you that Sales have Blown Up since Renting my Locked Case, so this first Week of the Pay Period I've made more than any other Week I've been at this Mall... which is a long time, since the beginning when it opened!</i></div></i></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /><br /></i></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIS-nTYMc_nDd1IpsFj04UxrMvYTqR371m-2UTbhU1lb-HEArC9gwB_2hfFUh68n8O3ROtQXIQGix4rimUR9UzXmWV6xUGbGSkqfJh1RkEeMYUMl38s97vW2KHCztvk59hKmeAjZCk0IqrYmxDl4HRI7oZoBTGanB0XdDo211lfe_LxwqHTZ8Xuuieg4g/s5152/IMG_7954.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5152" data-original-width="3864" height="1003" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIS-nTYMc_nDd1IpsFj04UxrMvYTqR371m-2UTbhU1lb-HEArC9gwB_2hfFUh68n8O3ROtQXIQGix4rimUR9UzXmWV6xUGbGSkqfJh1RkEeMYUMl38s97vW2KHCztvk59hKmeAjZCk0IqrYmxDl4HRI7oZoBTGanB0XdDo211lfe_LxwqHTZ8Xuuieg4g/w752-h1003/IMG_7954.JPG" width="752" /></a></span></div><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: center;"><i>I'm Wrestling a bit with how much Display Furnishings to use that won't be For Sale. I want a certain look to the Showroom and to put Product on, so, everything can't be For Sale. But, usually I try to bring in Displays I'd be willing to Sell and put a Price on. This Spinning Rack will be NFS tho', I'd like to have it on the Rolling Vintage Industrial Cart it's sitting on at Home, but, I'm conflicted since I wouldn't want to Sell that either, but both pieces would Display Merchandise very well and conveniently for me. So, I haven't made up my Mind Yet about it. When you have your Displays up For Sale, sometimes they don't Sell right away and you're Golden for having sufficient Displays. But, other Vendors often Buy them and then you're stuck trying to Source some more at a decent price point, no longer easy. </i></div></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwcHRDT4MSBaIjI1cOsYEr6oq8iJWD2SfE9kYWB922GymxfcmaziEIseRGDrUAihQwULSMM6uGYvhjtuSY6qbBDFs1ic5H48MHtYJeulikc_vAcqLcbvGrXwSBtKR4BeoliTIE4Ub58LHxgd1XbT5R8utzTCRmL9YuzfqXdoxcXu4MMa7Ve9zh0-Njdew/s5152/IMG_7953.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5152" data-original-width="3864" height="1003" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwcHRDT4MSBaIjI1cOsYEr6oq8iJWD2SfE9kYWB922GymxfcmaziEIseRGDrUAihQwULSMM6uGYvhjtuSY6qbBDFs1ic5H48MHtYJeulikc_vAcqLcbvGrXwSBtKR4BeoliTIE4Ub58LHxgd1XbT5R8utzTCRmL9YuzfqXdoxcXu4MMa7Ve9zh0-Njdew/w752-h1003/IMG_7953.JPG" width="752" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>However, I don't like having a lot of NSF Stuff in my Spaces either. Most things I have may not be For Sale, but, they can be Bought. *Winks* I've even used the tactic of putting my "I Don't Wanna Sell It Price" on stuff I wanna used as a Display but not put NSF on it and get constant Calls from Customers still wanting to know if they could Buy it. But, that almost never Works, they'll Buy it at the inflated Price and so it wasn't a deterrent. Or, they Call with Offers, and I don't want the bother of that either. *LOL* You just do need Displays, otherwise, all your Time is wasted replacing them so your Smalls aren't on the Floor or have nowhere to be properly Displayed. I rely on Smalls at our Antique Mall, it's our Bread and Butter and I don't Deal with large items anymore, too much hassle for someone my Age to schlep around or pay someone to move or transport for me.</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicut_gwv4xK12kiJIW07IRzllEKv0XTZNaFGZm407qelCH2EJXnDkLhl5ehr91lIBO3DW6LTE2qBw3qcLqlnl_SFn5EFyrDtMbcuQA0UWWjPX-90K1vHM15i7s5ADn0Z3YCSOla03_vjLZk61nP7M7QS_X3uVBClkTmntkvRloa2x8tDqNgRB7_C9suiA/s2000/423766147_1320595328612005_5393532246166800589_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2000" data-original-width="1488" height="1004" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicut_gwv4xK12kiJIW07IRzllEKv0XTZNaFGZm407qelCH2EJXnDkLhl5ehr91lIBO3DW6LTE2qBw3qcLqlnl_SFn5EFyrDtMbcuQA0UWWjPX-90K1vHM15i7s5ADn0Z3YCSOla03_vjLZk61nP7M7QS_X3uVBClkTmntkvRloa2x8tDqNgRB7_C9suiA/w747-h1004/423766147_1320595328612005_5393532246166800589_n.jpg" width="747" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><i><br /></i></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>The Margins on Furniture just isn't profitable IMO and they take up too much valuable Space that we're paying a Premium for. But a good Display is not only a Draw, but, Functional for Displaying our Merch the way I want to Merchandise it for maximum impact and profits. The Vintage Industrial Displays hold up and almost never suffer from any amount of use or manhandling by Customers, they're indestructible. Anyway, now I have all the Displays I Need in the Event I use them all... and in my present Showroom I've got almost all my Displays up For Sale. So that I don't even have to move them across the Mall to the New Showroom at the end of the Month if I can Sell them off first. My Current Showroom is in the Far Back SW Corner of our 55,000 sf Mall and my New Showroom is in the Front NE Corner of it, so, quite a distance to move everything over. I'd rather Sell Off as much as I can.</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiI-YB6vWurLAAdL9_w-NwKdKeoj2KOE8EvpOgDgCfuR3Ay29kUJfMZh4X_Vwe3eLIMTTb-beltAhkVxzxJPfp4MasZlWBo7qdIwcyTitMcJyGHkMg-h53bsM4hKpSADtOn-UHUogLpdm1jbqMDOayTE3pQel8E_A9odRLwKnI2vwzZenP6c4f0PYpYnaE/s2000/423766140_1113163636484716_1820877554899204145_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2000" data-original-width="1488" height="1007" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiI-YB6vWurLAAdL9_w-NwKdKeoj2KOE8EvpOgDgCfuR3Ay29kUJfMZh4X_Vwe3eLIMTTb-beltAhkVxzxJPfp4MasZlWBo7qdIwcyTitMcJyGHkMg-h53bsM4hKpSADtOn-UHUogLpdm1jbqMDOayTE3pQel8E_A9odRLwKnI2vwzZenP6c4f0PYpYnaE/w749-h1007/423766140_1113163636484716_1820877554899204145_n.jpg" width="749" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><i><br /></i></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>Right now Ken has Sold Off the majority of what he has in the Showroom and I suspect in about a Week he'll begin moving out whatever he's decided to Keep. He's had 50% Off for the whole Month now, so if it doesn't Sell at that markdown, it probably won't. I still haven't run into him and Hope that I do before he closes it down, I want to Thank him for what he has Sold to me in the way of Displays and useful Fixtures he installed in there and decided to Sell me rather than take it all down and with him. I appreciated that more than he'll know, I don't have anyone to do fabrication for me right now and installation of such things, so it was a Lifesaver to have it already installed and the Perfect Look I was going for. Ken and I have a similar Aesthetic and Vibe anyway, he does more Mantiques, but, Sources items I'd Source and find Interesting. The Above Antique Doorplate is an 1862 Eastlake Fleur de Lis Pattern I just Scored for Three Bucks.</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJ9cHlD70WOADIIwEgXaONv2VqX2Qo5HZTk-4ytFadzcv2iblhmDjFnSLMIHvfJrgUz6U5QqI72Svpeu4vjysXL4gd2snHzEvMkybFvAbBBxEErYyE45lGVT72tU1vStXRscMk3NWcZQ6aXoaZDui1_9zMz6LNIEV7IOjAXTrovxiSQxC5jm4QH_Kprlw/s2000/423766091_933221845019375_3665618834007140024_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2000" data-original-width="1488" height="1004" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJ9cHlD70WOADIIwEgXaONv2VqX2Qo5HZTk-4ytFadzcv2iblhmDjFnSLMIHvfJrgUz6U5QqI72Svpeu4vjysXL4gd2snHzEvMkybFvAbBBxEErYyE45lGVT72tU1vStXRscMk3NWcZQ6aXoaZDui1_9zMz6LNIEV7IOjAXTrovxiSQxC5jm4QH_Kprlw/w747-h1004/423766091_933221845019375_3665618834007140024_n.jpg" width="747" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><i><br /></i></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>I'm just getting so excited to begin moving in to the New Showroom. I'll take a few days to Decorate it before Move In, and close it off to Customers for the period of time I want to work on the Bones of the Room and move stuff over. Otherwise people get in the way and prolong the Move In and I want there to be some anticipation for a New Space Opening. It's worth losing a scant few days of having the Room Opened to the Public, to get it done Right and not be tripping over folks who have a Curiosity Factor. *LOL* The Daughter said she'd Help me and that will make a huge difference if I have her and Princess T as Helpers to get it up and running. Princess T always liked the Grand Opening Process of our Spaces best. It's when she's most Involved.</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipUxPIQs4-3KqEeZMFFxIohDVaLi7j9psyK6TVol6KFaDSSTlOw8Hcq2eaG6x4ybRAnnbJ0704fzMkO1wYpceIbjyZILHbRg5mRgfJFkFp6GwV4vm9jkWg25-6NcEOeiCHkrhI56LPbi9pFOEzx8D28OSgU2uFetwutIHpWtzFVAc0lM7np1W8bbYrBhg/s1011/il_794xN.5801184471_4b1s.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1011" data-original-width="621" height="1208" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipUxPIQs4-3KqEeZMFFxIohDVaLi7j9psyK6TVol6KFaDSSTlOw8Hcq2eaG6x4ybRAnnbJ0704fzMkO1wYpceIbjyZILHbRg5mRgfJFkFp6GwV4vm9jkWg25-6NcEOeiCHkrhI56LPbi9pFOEzx8D28OSgU2uFetwutIHpWtzFVAc0lM7np1W8bbYrBhg/w744-h1208/il_794xN.5801184471_4b1s.jpg" width="744" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>While at the one Antique Store I got a bunch of Antique Hardware for only $2-$4 apiece. I have a vast Collection but I am always on the lookout for interesting pieces. There's one Doorknob from an Old School I've been Lusting after but the Vendor wants too much for it and has had it in Inventory for Years. So, one day I may make an Offer on it and see if they're Negotiable? The problem is, I've seen repops of this same Knob so I don't even know if it's original or reproduction and perhaps the Vendor doesn't either. I wouldn't pay a fraction of the Cost for any Repop... and, I'm just not sure of the authenticity since I've looked Online and that Knob looks to be reproduced often by Restoration Hardware in Bronze. So, I think the Vendor might assume it's Antique, but, it's sketchy on if it's a Restoration Hardware piece marked way up.</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzrCyaFPJOPn8m_Fz4Tt-VHzNL5FsOLc5Pxxl02hzJzW00ofVhs_QoJpMnO8Be3njT5JRTg8PUp8d5st8aXa6EDL2lB9HfDyW6NZpsMMRUwct1thDk2DVUGnvPoUQ7lqOLaLd3J-qtRDYaN_ue9iF0lG27oRwmYg_IBhdr3536jhdQ5fvrCssa96WEP8E/s2000/423738033_6833512306748811_782530442071091785_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2000" data-original-width="1488" height="998" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzrCyaFPJOPn8m_Fz4Tt-VHzNL5FsOLc5Pxxl02hzJzW00ofVhs_QoJpMnO8Be3njT5JRTg8PUp8d5st8aXa6EDL2lB9HfDyW6NZpsMMRUwct1thDk2DVUGnvPoUQ7lqOLaLd3J-qtRDYaN_ue9iF0lG27oRwmYg_IBhdr3536jhdQ5fvrCssa96WEP8E/w742-h998/423738033_6833512306748811_782530442071091785_n.jpg" width="742" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><i><br /></i></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>As you can see, mine I got for a mere $2-$4 each are the Real Deal and I had such Fun Sourcing them from favorite Vendors who Specialize in Architectural Salvage and I've bought from for Years now. I can make Jewelry out of some of the pieces or repurpose them in other ways, as well as utilize them to replace missing Hardware on Antique Doors I have. Right now I've got a Project going on to Repurpose my Old Doors into Room Dividers in The RV Garage Mahal to break up the cavernous Warehouse looking Space and make faux Rooms to Display what I have in there and Showcase it well. There's a lot I want to do in there once I get it all Organized, to expand the Vision I'm currently working on at the Antique Mall. Things I've always Collected I know more about than things I don't, over Time you get Educated.</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbyK2MxcSjvkD8qBC_Qxyz4qRep-o3a91Z5mlKLNbAafZDGMzPtqpJpMjFIB0QjkJYpyMnuzXwRucYy56mkjeGOTayYRfauEzfvfDylwwxsflQXZjodIFOMxhMjpA_a2rES0nmkE5VYaoQCwKWMhxHZqMolZYrnJoi8D0Xlxwojo0b3nxfrHNi0Ug7DDg/s2000/423903653_393005006769525_2883751979951439157_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2000" data-original-width="1488" height="1007" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbyK2MxcSjvkD8qBC_Qxyz4qRep-o3a91Z5mlKLNbAafZDGMzPtqpJpMjFIB0QjkJYpyMnuzXwRucYy56mkjeGOTayYRfauEzfvfDylwwxsflQXZjodIFOMxhMjpA_a2rES0nmkE5VYaoQCwKWMhxHZqMolZYrnJoi8D0Xlxwojo0b3nxfrHNi0Ug7DDg/w749-h1007/423903653_393005006769525_2883751979951439157_n.jpg" width="749" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><i><br /></i></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i> I did Score some great Unique Antique Hardware, the above Doorplates look like they have Asian or Arabic Writing on them. It just looks like more than Ornate Art, it looks like Script in another Language to me. And I'm leaning towards it being Arabic Bronze Design from Circa late 1800's by Mallory & Wheeler? They had a distinctive Arabic inspired Hardware pattern very similar to this and between 1834-1913 Won numerous Awards for their Hardware Designs. For only Three Bucks each I bought the matching Set this Vendor had and Wished they'd had the matching Doorknobs. Becoz Online pricing for this Famous Hardware Company's Antique pieces is in the stratosphere. This Set Online would be about $200 rather than the Six Bucks I paid.</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPMq0yBdoWu3sZ2o0G9ag-vs_Wv4l9wef6JiTjDlpq-l4CAL9d-XdwAKzT7UCsjNAKWNfxG0YXndX9gxSUz6xXoMAn96OFYF5Z5RH1pOwr671BfVu_-_KvPLYVxlv4ZbX2QEZpuQCDnzaM23g14gUZODSnNzlwXekx5LUz9mEhvntoELOeQko3VqhlWNc/s1481/s-l1600%20(3).jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1481" data-original-width="1038" height="1064" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPMq0yBdoWu3sZ2o0G9ag-vs_Wv4l9wef6JiTjDlpq-l4CAL9d-XdwAKzT7UCsjNAKWNfxG0YXndX9gxSUz6xXoMAn96OFYF5Z5RH1pOwr671BfVu_-_KvPLYVxlv4ZbX2QEZpuQCDnzaM23g14gUZODSnNzlwXekx5LUz9mEhvntoELOeQko3VqhlWNc/w745-h1064/s-l1600%20(3).jpg" width="745" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><i><br /></i></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>Research at Home did turn up a pristine Set of these distinctive Designed Hardware from the late 1800's and so now I know what the Doorknob should look like. So, you never know what the Universe and Laws of Attraction might now turn up and I'll have to look thru what I already have in my vast Collection of Antique Hardware, I might even already have these Knobs? Stranger things have happened and I often forget what I have stashed over the Years in my Hoard of Architectural Salvage I've been squirrelling away since the 1970's. Back when most of this was heading Landfill bound if I didn't Rescue and Save it. I feel pretty good about my Preservation measures over the Years, many things still Exist becoz I appreciated their Value long before most folks began to. I shudder to think how much has been Forever Lost tho'.</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS8GjMyyJVWF7IHIwKfKdN_dSY0dwbGv6CHi-lXPpSeH24nuw6xdosM6Y10Fiy4UNwL1CDKB0nvU8SPQwtCqE4Wan4kynj5YG7F7QD87-HvsOny48MMkxQL8crjRjFyNimGDa9LpvWmqpp5UL4xQvR7FYWwIDY0MJrSyh6rna0TKSSLEd-q-IguroVMrI/s1027/s-l1600%20(4).jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1027" data-original-width="713" height="1076" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS8GjMyyJVWF7IHIwKfKdN_dSY0dwbGv6CHi-lXPpSeH24nuw6xdosM6Y10Fiy4UNwL1CDKB0nvU8SPQwtCqE4Wan4kynj5YG7F7QD87-HvsOny48MMkxQL8crjRjFyNimGDa9LpvWmqpp5UL4xQvR7FYWwIDY0MJrSyh6rna0TKSSLEd-q-IguroVMrI/w747-h1076/s-l1600%20(4).jpg" width="747" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><i><br /></i></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>I did find the exact same 1862 Eastlake Fleur de Lis pattern Doorplates Online For Sale {Above}, for about $44 for the Set. I only paid Three Bucks for mine, but it's an Orphan, no matching Twin to make a Set. Online research is invaluable now tho' to pinpoint Era and Manufacturers of some of the Popular Designs of certain Periods for Architectural Salvage. I don't clean mine up, I like the Patina of Age and Time imparted on my Pieces... most of them look better IMO showing some of their History, effects of having been Painted over or Worn from a Century or more of use. Some Purists like to Restore everything or have it in Mint or unused New Old Stock Condition, I'm not one of them. If I find New Old Stock, that's Rarer and Cool, but, not necessary, unless I'm Reselling and know that can add to the Value for Resale.</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTnoJ-JJnJCe-KvBtIfHyDXbzfW0HtFl4kWgdcgZvLT484B-K8wiK_hnUBL-FD-ztXdz8LKZ25m9kuUgXLLgg470mf12IXyRNMumxb2v5EsGcMubYXN58siE0_yg-gLewVtRIZfA83bQ287-lf9z8NsRaiOCaFrKlZ_8zgVoxVeEK4pwPrTnlYET_tn94/s2000/423737945_377860121685766_1815472234436528896_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2000" data-original-width="1488" height="990" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTnoJ-JJnJCe-KvBtIfHyDXbzfW0HtFl4kWgdcgZvLT484B-K8wiK_hnUBL-FD-ztXdz8LKZ25m9kuUgXLLgg470mf12IXyRNMumxb2v5EsGcMubYXN58siE0_yg-gLewVtRIZfA83bQ287-lf9z8NsRaiOCaFrKlZ_8zgVoxVeEK4pwPrTnlYET_tn94/w736-h990/423737945_377860121685766_1815472234436528896_n.jpg" width="736" /></a></span></div><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: center;"><i>And now for our Food Porn, since, we did hit "Snooze" for Brunch. I had the most Adorable Fabulously Gay Young Waiter who Loved my Vibe so much he kept complimenting me on my Style. Turns out he used to be in the Fashion Industry as a Buyer, tho' he got turned off by how much was now being Imported from Nasty Warehouses out of 3rd World Countries and decided he didn't want to be involved anymore. He said literally they'd have to get the Smell out of the Product before they could Market it, becoz it reeked from how Nasty the Conditions in those Sweat Shop Warehouses were, it disgusted him to think Human Beings were Working in such squalid conditions that would produce such a Smell! He also got disgusted that now there's some great Designs but they have to feel the Need to put some ridiculous saying on the piece, why do you NEED all that to make a Fashion 'Statement'?! Exactly.</i></div></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZUw83IumI-5bgp40Ppa1Vou1DHCAq1cPT5zlasElqNmuJVzpXsTMygScJgR2C_MSwPxPgQi9ea6BC3fjpwe8IHEgPN8FHlspi_DilSDPvVFd1Vd3fZs68_LvJhRK-LTnItQdYK_ZKrvtKTyHdHRHbW54P0bHFVcEBsXNOt1zmh9hPG7eGMoTcW2wivQM/s2015/431840595_7637014883018021_3452353472686382616_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2015" data-original-width="1504" height="986" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZUw83IumI-5bgp40Ppa1Vou1DHCAq1cPT5zlasElqNmuJVzpXsTMygScJgR2C_MSwPxPgQi9ea6BC3fjpwe8IHEgPN8FHlspi_DilSDPvVFd1Vd3fZs68_LvJhRK-LTnItQdYK_ZKrvtKTyHdHRHbW54P0bHFVcEBsXNOt1zmh9hPG7eGMoTcW2wivQM/w736-h986/431840595_7637014883018021_3452353472686382616_n.jpg" width="736" /></a></span></div><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: center;"><i>He looked Fabulously Trendy, as most of the Staff do at "Snooze" anyway, and was wearing a string of Pearls with his very Fashionable Wardrobe. He said he Adored that I WAS the "Whole Rainbow" with my Bright Colors and Authentic Hippie Vibe. *LOL* The reason that Statement tickled me is I told him that's what my Grandson has always said to me, The Young Prince has often said I AM "The Whole Rainbow". *Bwahahaha* Well, of coarse, so is The Young Prince, which is why he was always stealing my Wardrobe... and I told the Waiter that too and he confessed to Raiding a few Closets himself as well as falling out of one, he was hilarious and Adorbs. And said he'd mos def be Raiding mine if we were Friends. *Winks* The Man's choice was Below, he had the Avocado Toast with House Hashbrowns. I had The Bene Duo, which you can pick which Two Benedicts you want... Princess T used to call this Restaurant my "Pretentious Egg Place" when she was little. *LMAO*</i></div></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4qSk8E9CRTUQm-cWteMkf7jOhbKdbHlmsU6J19VctEhrHx-HCTue5ZVNWvQHa6sqCEuxpNGq-wMmS3EYtOsGbN60Jhf3dP1_yhv9cAJt07iy390iYQhJQQ6Ishb8csjrVSofAPRBp25TKRclRsCPcRP5HAh5xyJoEUqEAOtc1yI-Wcl5KpUWLXxLJkfg/s2015/431777781_7637019293017580_2364786406994585268_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2015" data-original-width="1504" height="989" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4qSk8E9CRTUQm-cWteMkf7jOhbKdbHlmsU6J19VctEhrHx-HCTue5ZVNWvQHa6sqCEuxpNGq-wMmS3EYtOsGbN60Jhf3dP1_yhv9cAJt07iy390iYQhJQQ6Ishb8csjrVSofAPRBp25TKRclRsCPcRP5HAh5xyJoEUqEAOtc1yI-Wcl5KpUWLXxLJkfg/w739-h989/431777781_7637019293017580_2364786406994585268_n.jpg" width="739" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><i><br /></i></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>Of coarse, at the time she couldn't appreciate the Flavor Profiles of Adult Foods so she'd whine that she wanted "Regular Eggs" and not "Pretentious Eggs" and the Staff used to Laugh their Asses off about that. *Smiles* Now she goes in and Orders Pretentious Meals herself and admits they always had the Cutest and most Authentic to Self Waiters and Beautifully Bold Waitresses at my Fav Haunts Downtown. They weren't your Garden Variety Employees and so we Fit In with the Help and got along with them all, since we're very Different and totally Outsider Weirdos too. So, they were of Our Tribe. *LOL* Sometimes I shoot her off Pixs while I'm at "Snooze" and tell her I'm having some "Pretentious Eggs and a Lavender Iced Latte... Wish you were Here... LOL". BTW, their Lavender Iced Latte is to Die For!!! </i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjstTwOfJ-P3LFRyT7wVINSIRoflmveGSUotE8T_mxRwRXyy2BT6vIer9IfP_UEVZ6i6S1GwkbH57uiQ_SBdSGkTNBSZAGDBXolQ6ohpdXKCImyGfOZ4sncm6oLYRThU_bAwcD2wWN1RqYyh6jdCv3JTsKAK1KSlfipVKi1RQkqskRVc7tpeJelqK4Vuio/s2000/423737796_336501322747570_7687228423192233669_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2000" data-original-width="1488" height="997" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjstTwOfJ-P3LFRyT7wVINSIRoflmveGSUotE8T_mxRwRXyy2BT6vIer9IfP_UEVZ6i6S1GwkbH57uiQ_SBdSGkTNBSZAGDBXolQ6ohpdXKCImyGfOZ4sncm6oLYRThU_bAwcD2wWN1RqYyh6jdCv3JTsKAK1KSlfipVKi1RQkqskRVc7tpeJelqK4Vuio/w741-h997/423737796_336501322747570_7687228423192233669_n.jpg" width="741" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><i><br /></i></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i> And Yeah, I'm a TOTAL Coffee Snob, I don't Care how you Feel about it or Tease me about it. *Bwahaha* </i></span><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">The Son always Jokes that I'm the most Hood and yet the most Bougie... and so Extra like that... which, is absolutely True, I AM. Nothing Wrong with being Bourgeois IMO, I'll wear the Label Proudly in fact, even tho' most folk will mean it and intend it as an Insult, you have to TAKE the Offense to be Offended. And I'll just counter with a Fuck You with a Smile. *LOL and Winks* I ain't gonna Lie, I do love to torment the Passive Aggressives of this World when they get Snarky and Amuse myself at their expense, it's a lot of Fun and Entertaining to wind them up for Sport... or to put them on Blast publicly. Since if they weren't Cowards and afraid to death of actual Confrontations and being Authentic enuf to be Direct, they wouldn't be Passive Aggressives, would they? *Bwahahaha*</i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWyccECJ0vIVNuZdgYscSIe6kpwVaPPg2giwLUPbiGb1d8qUh95yHBmFLfd0xH3MifZZxD33sYOPBsUwKBj6tFHSlbcbsQW1cR1ZnWdL51cHAKo2j3k0bw1fQBj0qHwA8yIW3b6Aj0GqxJ5pJRHgQSIWqIvSjuQpdgSOOVQ624j4cU6RfZPBkbFPz6omA/s2000/428354976_646507890936320_5870598837939217211_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2000" data-original-width="1488" height="990" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWyccECJ0vIVNuZdgYscSIe6kpwVaPPg2giwLUPbiGb1d8qUh95yHBmFLfd0xH3MifZZxD33sYOPBsUwKBj6tFHSlbcbsQW1cR1ZnWdL51cHAKo2j3k0bw1fQBj0qHwA8yIW3b6Aj0GqxJ5pJRHgQSIWqIvSjuQpdgSOOVQ624j4cU6RfZPBkbFPz6omA/w737-h990/428354976_646507890936320_5870598837939217211_n.jpg" width="737" /></a></div><br /><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></i><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Jesus, just say what you Mean and Mean what you fucking say already, or I have trouble even Respecting you. Grow a Pair and don't be so Snarky or Fake and people might actually begin to Like you? I find it particularly Amusing that when being Passive Aggressive and Snarky comes back to bite them in their Ass, they act like The Victim, oh, Please, you had it coming. You should have expected that reaction in fact, unless you're Clueless? </i><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"> I have seen people within a Family Structure that just can't be Real with one another and communicate effectively, then wonder why their Relationships with each other is so fucked up or more complicated than it has to be or needs to be. Or they're Estranged and talking more Openly and saying Smack about each other, but behind each other's Backs to other random people, to Vent or feel Heard. Coz that's the only time they're being Honest about how they really Feel about how messed up it's become.</i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgg5o2NB5M9qhw2pVNxspBtNHLvev09tW60bw4ZK2ElepOjgGGw7Y6BpFxc4XPuEUwZfe5zWHChdSL0krKBAReHnBeDsp6BgIE8mkcoI2F4yBnrH6KszZroadeSKrAT8xCtYA8oPy-grJJSKvqkh_wRFb7JyMbktds_4_97kjzB8wtsvzZDQNbl8ehZR_w/s640/417487142_823384409834991_1074334184654870566_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="512" height="919" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgg5o2NB5M9qhw2pVNxspBtNHLvev09tW60bw4ZK2ElepOjgGGw7Y6BpFxc4XPuEUwZfe5zWHChdSL0krKBAReHnBeDsp6BgIE8mkcoI2F4yBnrH6KszZroadeSKrAT8xCtYA8oPy-grJJSKvqkh_wRFb7JyMbktds_4_97kjzB8wtsvzZDQNbl8ehZR_w/w735-h919/417487142_823384409834991_1074334184654870566_n.jpg" width="735" /></a></div><br /><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></i><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"> Well, it's time for a Sit Down in each other's presence IMO, even if you need a Mediator or Moderator to make that happen and Clear the Air. You constantly do this Dance and aren't Real or Honest with one another, so, whaddya expect? And either Relationships Work Out... or... they don't... that's just Life. Christ on a Bike, if you acted like that with me I'd have to Check you at the Front and tell you to knock it off if you even Hope to have functional Relationship between us. I don't have the Patience otherwise with The Game they're playing. *LOL* Some folks like to Play Games, I outgrew that a long fucking time ago and am not interested in revisiting my Childhood like that with Game Players. I don't even play Board Games or Cards, I can't sit thru it with a modicum of Patience, so folks playing Games in Relationships, forget about it, not worth my Time or Energy. Swipe Left with it.</i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgT-Hu6EutKgTYMCQLDhTUvwd3tIRepgyAbG_FliCZhO8TLu4Iz9qfIw_jw1D1KKjY_qj4j5BUCeCTe-_DOZrL0D9rLzRg0RzExOQNB1X4toFAMwyRINSHAm2vckhyphenhyphen2AYzK3Bsejr8u-TzdhHMGIqXwPkx4YrEhcJvEWQTHOa9Ye-fd2E-AfjX9v7D_w3E/s2015/431660284_7636601736392669_6901884098691260119_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2015" data-original-width="1504" height="991" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgT-Hu6EutKgTYMCQLDhTUvwd3tIRepgyAbG_FliCZhO8TLu4Iz9qfIw_jw1D1KKjY_qj4j5BUCeCTe-_DOZrL0D9rLzRg0RzExOQNB1X4toFAMwyRINSHAm2vckhyphenhyphen2AYzK3Bsejr8u-TzdhHMGIqXwPkx4YrEhcJvEWQTHOa9Ye-fd2E-AfjX9v7D_w3E/w740-h991/431660284_7636601736392669_6901884098691260119_n.jpg" width="740" /></a></div><br /><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></i><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"> </i><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">I brought that Subject up becoz for some reason I do have people we know come to me for advice about Relationships with Family or Friends they're struggling with and clearly they do Care, even if they pretend they don't, or, it wouldn't bother them. Nobody even Thinks about folks they don't Care about, Trust and Believe. If someone doesn't Care about you, you're probably rarely, if ever, in their Thoughts. I personally Believe that most folks don 't even Think about you as much as you might Imagine that they do. If you're out of circulation with them, you may even be a distant Memory or not come up on their Radar very often, even if you parted ways amicably or due to circumstance and are still Okay with each other. If you aren't Okay with each other, well, personally, those are the folks I tend to Think about least of all actually. I just don't Care enuf to let them live in my Head Rent Free.</i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7aIXgrFJ2q5gc_H0hv4zcfCMFzRv4Xb16Ez8b4JO8Vm5rGO50a15LnBG4RP3qHyL7s4Gwiwj5BJKsgyOch40oI8626mMZ6NT_cDQCdAtHPg1Hl7ac4sZ_keHRfXAsYnDYSrR5kippJjOAWgzqYEY3AmjClW0Way2YfvkCh2b75j1yCS3pqakYwUIcCao/s2015/431648650_7636603553059154_8710935468124423770_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2015" data-original-width="1504" height="989" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7aIXgrFJ2q5gc_H0hv4zcfCMFzRv4Xb16Ez8b4JO8Vm5rGO50a15LnBG4RP3qHyL7s4Gwiwj5BJKsgyOch40oI8626mMZ6NT_cDQCdAtHPg1Hl7ac4sZ_keHRfXAsYnDYSrR5kippJjOAWgzqYEY3AmjClW0Way2YfvkCh2b75j1yCS3pqakYwUIcCao/w739-h989/431648650_7636603553059154_8710935468124423770_n.jpg" width="739" /></a></div><br /><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></i><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"> They say they come to me to ask my Opinion since it seems I have Functional Relationships with everyone I interact with on The Regular... or even Situationally. I tell them that it's simply becoz if a level of Dysfunction exists and can't Correct, I'm likely to just Speak the Truth in Love. </i><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"> To just tell a person, Listen, just Be Well and Be Gone if we can't have Functional Relationship, it'll be better for both of us. I can remain Cordial and Kind that way towards anyone and everyone, yet, have less exposure that would be difficult for either or both of us. Life is just too short and in 100 Years, <b><u>all</u></b> New People, so, not worth trying to cultivate something that causes you grief, pain or misery and just isn't working for anyone involved IMO. It doesn't mean you can't reconcile or work it out later, everyone evolves and work on themselves in Positive ways. And if someone doesn't wanna work things out, respect that and Move On. There are ebbs and flows to all of Life. People come, People go... it's all Okay... you'll Live thru it. BTW: Eli is missing his Girl, he's morose. *awwww*</i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9MVuLDeU8hRQFrnKOwTkxCINt5HScdpeL27ClpaLW5ZjotRXkZZfkx3n-gUd_SwKl4HJSqmUvVXw6S1V4LrPpAWP8tAcw26iSsnhOg9t4Iv_M7mwZ8myleDYF-KEBFTuP_K1nK-MCQL-rVkuHl3GQWEIh8LVgLSv9FizrVmf5qxyi8a0Ie7EuYGusP2U/s1114/430477381_7626689100717266_5680419252473997056_ns.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1114" data-original-width="808" height="1015" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9MVuLDeU8hRQFrnKOwTkxCINt5HScdpeL27ClpaLW5ZjotRXkZZfkx3n-gUd_SwKl4HJSqmUvVXw6S1V4LrPpAWP8tAcw26iSsnhOg9t4Iv_M7mwZ8myleDYF-KEBFTuP_K1nK-MCQL-rVkuHl3GQWEIh8LVgLSv9FizrVmf5qxyi8a0Ie7EuYGusP2U/w736-h1015/430477381_7626689100717266_5680419252473997056_ns.jpg" width="736" /></a></div><br /><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></i><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">I'm not even who I used to be or who I'll become perhaps Years down the line, it's Okay. You can't be everything to everybody, just not possible, and at the end of the day you have to be at Peace with yourself first, before you can be at Peace with anyone else. I'm pretty Ride or Die with my Inner Circle, but it's a tight selective Circle and not everyone is invited in. And anyone is Free to Leave it without explanation or hard feelings, anybody that can Leave, was never tied to your Destiny anyway, so, let them Go with your Blessings, Be Well and Be Gone. I've used that Mantra most all of my Life and it's Served me Well in fact. Some folks I've Missed and some I haven't at all... either way, I Wish them Well and Hope they prospered on their Life's Journey, even when and if I'm no longer a part of it.</i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLgGNxuGpcd2oFx_E6CIdakQdwuGMEmN6ofMMxfANHAEXq_gCNp2ELjkyZuvxJBFeWtup-bo6peaZUj3xXOuEQka8QviQVMR9YGol8Cc7WGeyUUzY_pQNLgM5QO8L1SM-yAzYpOIGASD_e6SLjNj5OxeNgab1iSCGekDSuSpvrAFhnTRdi6I2k-T3Fyl0/s2000/430002727_816032253696665_2297921160836922646_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2000" data-original-width="1488" height="986" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLgGNxuGpcd2oFx_E6CIdakQdwuGMEmN6ofMMxfANHAEXq_gCNp2ELjkyZuvxJBFeWtup-bo6peaZUj3xXOuEQka8QviQVMR9YGol8Cc7WGeyUUzY_pQNLgM5QO8L1SM-yAzYpOIGASD_e6SLjNj5OxeNgab1iSCGekDSuSpvrAFhnTRdi6I2k-T3Fyl0/w734-h986/430002727_816032253696665_2297921160836922646_n.jpg" width="734" /></a></div><br /><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></i><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Moving On... I got this 1950 Carnival Chalkware Prize Puppy that is Dated the day they Won it at a Summer Carnival in 1950, for only $5.99. I Collect Vintage Carnival Kitsch, LOVE it. This was way back when you could Win Cool stuff at Carnivals and State Fairs worth Winning IMO. I used to Love the little Indie Traveling Gypsy Carnivals in Europe, since they had the most Novel of Prizes when I was Young, including Carnival Glass and even Orphaned Fine China, we'd Win it for our Mom. I used to have a lot of Carnival Glass Won from those Carnies. We were Surprised, when we moved back to the United States, the Popularity of Carnival Glass... Depression Glass... Uranium Glass... and Jadeite... not becoz we didn't Love it too, but, it used to be considered Worthless and just given away or Won, not Sold. </i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTVeo-aaWc0kCtzSaTA2MA9JUken2j2BO1YHagNBUCX7piGRbPLtIOvdoLiPqWbJ_Nos3FpXDiOSSl8mrXhw64t1rzxoV2G9h-Tm2L5LrFkmhinpnkqJd89p54ARhBFWhbyiwjTPMw1Ce5wjEbDB0YbD70XyVkpJZKYAJwgb-KMWyOwi4lPOwOnHRYC3A/s2000/423737750_1511706586228528_3028091054588429875_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2000" data-original-width="1488" height="987" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTVeo-aaWc0kCtzSaTA2MA9JUken2j2BO1YHagNBUCX7piGRbPLtIOvdoLiPqWbJ_Nos3FpXDiOSSl8mrXhw64t1rzxoV2G9h-Tm2L5LrFkmhinpnkqJd89p54ARhBFWhbyiwjTPMw1Ce5wjEbDB0YbD70XyVkpJZKYAJwgb-KMWyOwi4lPOwOnHRYC3A/w734-h987/423737750_1511706586228528_3028091054588429875_n.jpg" width="734" /></a></div><br /><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></i><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">*******</i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">I'll end the Post with an Image of a Cool Antique Scale a Vendor had...</i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Dawn... The Bohemian </i></p>Bohemianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03743017084098726581noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4825579903367960408.post-10442679385834901302024-03-11T02:32:00.000-07:002024-03-11T02:34:05.539-07:00An Injury... Just What I Don't Need!!!<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibg8CNelVB9gffcmMDyNXy91CWXuJ1CotYfpbRzSkAKoz6Zg_JY3YxKw6txbDQCTKgvnGnEUEXAhOiSatpZJbZYBs-_RQgoYBFVIqUEw8vUC-x6_b0BwnYjJ80CE2VtUMEsxk5VTOXfBd8_eVeEt_Z4s_kpQaKFZwwiQJZMIQazsZsulkoi9UDWYsKZdQ/s960/431632330_7628818867170956_379020948600930078_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="991" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibg8CNelVB9gffcmMDyNXy91CWXuJ1CotYfpbRzSkAKoz6Zg_JY3YxKw6txbDQCTKgvnGnEUEXAhOiSatpZJbZYBs-_RQgoYBFVIqUEw8vUC-x6_b0BwnYjJ80CE2VtUMEsxk5VTOXfBd8_eVeEt_Z4s_kpQaKFZwwiQJZMIQazsZsulkoi9UDWYsKZdQ/w744-h991/431632330_7628818867170956_379020948600930078_n.jpg" width="744" /></a></span></div><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>So, 30 Minutes before the end of my Shift on Sunday Night I stubbed my Little Toe on my Right Foot and really injured it, I'll probably lose the Nail and it hurts like Hell! I can feel my Heart beating in the Toe and my Arch keeps now cramping in Charlie Horses... so, I'm gimpy and pretty miserable trying to Walk now. *Le sigh* Other than that everything is Swell. *Bwahahaha* Actually, Sales are really Strong for this 1st Week of the 2 Week Pay Period, the strongest in a long time. I'm Selling a lot out of our New Locked Case, so, it's paying off handsomely. Yay!!!</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJk-2yUjBVxxIRV5n2Yz6ZPhlgRCXY4a80D2wSWo5nJWDtHGZV-LxursVzlNc4oCAyvetNhItQhLvdlz7tFiOEAp2gnDJcxufECqdN4Bs36mnov376Sj5uSpVLx36suMup95-tm3q0S7cME9ErDV4QxSrMdNVE7vzGqmqVVVgOoKFZY-Zq5p4PpmxGuWU/s960/431411143_7628819090504267_5853520179597992566_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="986" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJk-2yUjBVxxIRV5n2Yz6ZPhlgRCXY4a80D2wSWo5nJWDtHGZV-LxursVzlNc4oCAyvetNhItQhLvdlz7tFiOEAp2gnDJcxufECqdN4Bs36mnov376Sj5uSpVLx36suMup95-tm3q0S7cME9ErDV4QxSrMdNVE7vzGqmqVVVgOoKFZY-Zq5p4PpmxGuWU/w739-h986/431411143_7628819090504267_5853520179597992566_n.jpg" width="739" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><i><br /></i></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>The Daughter did a lot of Work for me here at the House while I was at Work, which I appreciated. I've been falling behind in Housekeeping and keeping Order and Tidiness. I'm the biggest Offender in fact of Cluttering, I can't blame the rest of the Family. I have been burning some Palo Santo Incense Cones to try to Cleanse the Vibe around the House, which just seems Chaotic and Unbalanced right now. It's an Energy Cleanser, and removes Negativity by clearing it, Shamans have used it for Centuries. I've been struggling with feeling Negative and despondent lately, even tho' I abhor Negative Energy. The Aroma lasts long after the Cone burns down, it's really pleasant.</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFyKJDF8PSftNvTW5riiC3ZdkQSGe4rw9AO07a2PFkOU5PJHzDpsnym5fyiGD7thwZNGHCoCs7lvxkahJXzvdAMIjlJRxTwIa09s4r33dR6RZk3ggAvV1fmt8AEXFdJi1nsKt78HqLe_d9ceKM7PEYFb_S4q3xl9e6p2yTP-lSlgqzjTLdHQU_Ao45JB0/s2015/431680397_7633353633384146_788177153215753395_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2015" data-original-width="1504" height="983" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFyKJDF8PSftNvTW5riiC3ZdkQSGe4rw9AO07a2PFkOU5PJHzDpsnym5fyiGD7thwZNGHCoCs7lvxkahJXzvdAMIjlJRxTwIa09s4r33dR6RZk3ggAvV1fmt8AEXFdJi1nsKt78HqLe_d9ceKM7PEYFb_S4q3xl9e6p2yTP-lSlgqzjTLdHQU_Ao45JB0/w734-h983/431680397_7633353633384146_788177153215753395_n.jpg" width="734" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><i><br /></i></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>The Cones aren't dense and are quite lightweight, and can break easily, since they're made out of the soft Palo Santo Wood compressed Sawdust, so they burn quickly and have trouble standing up sometimes. I have the Palo Santo Wood Sticks I could burn too, but I happen to like the Cones best. Even the Ash retains the Scent for Hours, very fragrant, probably more so than most Incense Cones of any other kind. At Work everyone was in a good mood, we had some substitute Workers filling in for Regulars that weren't there. But it was all people I get along really well with, since they're good Workers and easy to be around. That always makes for a pleasant and Drama Free Shift where everyone is pulling their own weight.</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i></i></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQu3xKHD77TMm_vofnvLmjpX8nDIeCnqO9ua-b6zUZ7jeRT3kDSX3ew2LGF_e8rQZd4lSi37mnAhXn18F-MTP22Jkf8o2TwB_Ad1RhXihKWz9n7eGKb3cgXnT6j82VYlVGhJQ8j24Qfgd3QKLnQlIwJB0NWPjTGXJpmwo26BDwgJnmqmHH-7EFHoc8TdM/s2015/431692266_7633570143362495_5494954730473652342_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2015" data-original-width="1504" height="988" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQu3xKHD77TMm_vofnvLmjpX8nDIeCnqO9ua-b6zUZ7jeRT3kDSX3ew2LGF_e8rQZd4lSi37mnAhXn18F-MTP22Jkf8o2TwB_Ad1RhXihKWz9n7eGKb3cgXnT6j82VYlVGhJQ8j24Qfgd3QKLnQlIwJB0NWPjTGXJpmwo26BDwgJnmqmHH-7EFHoc8TdM/w738-h988/431692266_7633570143362495_5494954730473652342_n.jpg" width="738" /></a></i></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /> </i></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>I'd hardly eaten anything all day, just no appetite to speak of, I didn't even feel hungry. But, I had this as a late Lunch/early Dinner before going to Work. It's the Sizzling Beef at a fav Vietnamese Restaurant, with a Vietnamese Iced Coffee with Boba. I couldn't eat the Rice and just poured any of the delish Sauce over it that was left, and took it To Go for later. It will make a splendid Fried Rice for Lunch the next day. Anyway, this comes to your Table still sizzling and steaming, it's sublime. The price has gone up since Pandemic, but it's so worth it, that it is one of the more indulgent dishes I like to order. I need to Weigh myself again and see how much more Weight I've lost on GOLO, but I'm trying not to focus or fixate on Weighing myself that often.</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIo7Yeumnjesf8HC5nLCTrOBAJ3uX2Kj6IG64DC1_MvrWxaiIBr7yVnXTV5LbXZilDB4ZAHXCu1T3NsQlSiFgMn17S9_fX1x2wTfesiZEx7UqsrpQJFPAj3r4G8XXyMk0Wgg1xaevI9TTU6yamPzXYjx6PRjgLfiKvi4rp-nM580FeLEKPncBzbR_X4js/s1678/431631959_7626094020776774_2508545611307329877_nd.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1678" data-original-width="1088" height="1146" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIo7Yeumnjesf8HC5nLCTrOBAJ3uX2Kj6IG64DC1_MvrWxaiIBr7yVnXTV5LbXZilDB4ZAHXCu1T3NsQlSiFgMn17S9_fX1x2wTfesiZEx7UqsrpQJFPAj3r4G8XXyMk0Wgg1xaevI9TTU6yamPzXYjx6PRjgLfiKvi4rp-nM580FeLEKPncBzbR_X4js/w741-h1146/431631959_7626094020776774_2508545611307329877_nd.jpg" width="741" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><i><br /></i></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>Friends and Family didn't want me to Sell my Marvin Gaye Painting, and so I pulled him from Inventory when I went in to Work and decided to Keep it. I was very fond of this Painting and had felt quite conflicted about Selling it anyway. I'd wrestled with putting it up For Sale... and often, when I'm feeling that conflicted about detaching from an item, it's best that I wait a while at least and reconsider. I can always change my Mind and Let Go later if I can more easily detach. The general consensus was that I shouldn't Sell it, and I felt they were all probably Right and I'd regret it should the Painting Sell. So, he's back Home and I'm glad about it. *Smiles* It's such a Beautiful and Realistic Portrait of him that it almost looks like a Black & White Photograph and not an Oil Painting. It captures his Essence.</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9dwZojsLGM-vrtZsmzoJQvewkWIq4MuJFrb_-fpUD7GM9GWV_8xAwoxYgDEOMBmG5fhzut-9uQE_wOmwMSBDX8UNoZFc8qskE5E9EgEauABwrKoux2Lf1GtwV3VxifPUV5uwhSHJkKes_hI0reXunri1DDXe2Vh7h14LyF3hhQ7z_dNSVzb2zVyC7hNA/s622/s-l1600%20(10).jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="622" data-original-width="417" height="1102" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9dwZojsLGM-vrtZsmzoJQvewkWIq4MuJFrb_-fpUD7GM9GWV_8xAwoxYgDEOMBmG5fhzut-9uQE_wOmwMSBDX8UNoZFc8qskE5E9EgEauABwrKoux2Lf1GtwV3VxifPUV5uwhSHJkKes_hI0reXunri1DDXe2Vh7h14LyF3hhQ7z_dNSVzb2zVyC7hNA/w741-h1102/s-l1600%20(10).jpg" width="741" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><i><br /></i></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>Quite a few of the Fresh T-Shirts I'd brought in and about half of the LPS I'd brought in had already Sold in a single Day! It probably was the most Sales I'd had in a single Day for a long time, especially given there was no promotion the Mall was enticing Customers with until next Week. It's not even that we had a lot of Customers, but those coming in were the more Serious Buyers and knew what they wanted. Some of my higher end Merch was moving too, not just the inexpensive Smalls. I had to bring in a lot more Fresh Inventory for the Locked Case already and I've only had it a Week!!! Booyah!!! I also restocked the Showroom again, even tho' I'd brought in a lot just a couple Days ago. I'm getting better at Pricing and rotating in Fresh Merch often now.</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjc_es0C6nfy_7lDPBYcbhDLIoke2y-D30SgCDgeEv8JxZGGisDBmgKHi5jT3YJfpZs55hMJFaWlurGksaSIsu1BsnRYrqsy6bL6y0NTrZx0i6X7wDIbZtVxYOXFZWT4DCtQsP3Hd5W-tcEKY5yY24nqcVhFBvDW6KZQWzChuDC1W6UlfUaxWrL3izeW2w/s2414/001.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2414" data-original-width="1946" height="915" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjc_es0C6nfy_7lDPBYcbhDLIoke2y-D30SgCDgeEv8JxZGGisDBmgKHi5jT3YJfpZs55hMJFaWlurGksaSIsu1BsnRYrqsy6bL6y0NTrZx0i6X7wDIbZtVxYOXFZWT4DCtQsP3Hd5W-tcEKY5yY24nqcVhFBvDW6KZQWzChuDC1W6UlfUaxWrL3izeW2w/w737-h915/001.JPG" width="737" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><i><div style="text-align: center;"><i>I should get some Easter Merch in there, but I really don't have a lot left to Sell. And Easter is one of those Holidays that is tricky, a lot of people don't Buy Seasonal Decor for Easter, even if they're Religious. I Sold almost all my Seasonal excess last Year and I don't Source for Holidays per se just to Re-Sell. You could get stuck with it after the Holiday passes and have to hold onto it for another Year or just Donate it if you don't want to Store it that long. Unless it's a Primo piece with great margins, it's simply not worth the effort just to make a Seasonal Vignette that might do well... or... NOT. There are some Vendors that Specialize in Seasonal Merch and do an entire Booth or more of it, I'm not one of them. I don't know how well they do with it either? Seems they have a lot Invested in Holiday Decor.</i></div></i></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzqsPaPlKXpvZtiKTV4k4sFh74hYoxa2XniJ-6mRB_WyrybkNgp6VyXuGywq62N_dgrBcezV80BBDadiFsKfNzztvyPfrH0qaQj4Y6DqvSSdF1bWGSR0ntNiRMSBj12oyszCJ6_ZN4RM2g053UEUQNOoKxdQsR-yXDhxi39GkMwIvrzqCs5C2AW-MuRYQ/s3024/007.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="2218" height="998" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzqsPaPlKXpvZtiKTV4k4sFh74hYoxa2XniJ-6mRB_WyrybkNgp6VyXuGywq62N_dgrBcezV80BBDadiFsKfNzztvyPfrH0qaQj4Y6DqvSSdF1bWGSR0ntNiRMSBj12oyszCJ6_ZN4RM2g053UEUQNOoKxdQsR-yXDhxi39GkMwIvrzqCs5C2AW-MuRYQ/w733-h998/007.JPG" width="733" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><i><br /></i></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>Listen, I haven't even Decorated for Easter this Year and probably won't. I used to and in The RV Garage Mahal I have some Easter Collectibles I'm Keeping on permanent Display in there. Then I don't have the Work of putting it up and then taking it down when the Holiday has passed, and I'm content with that practice right now. I have too much to do so spending a lot of time putting up and taking down Holiday or Seasonal Displays in the Main House just isn't happening. Perhaps it will once everything is finally done, but, while it's not, I just don't have sufficient motivation to add more Work to my days. I just want to enjoy the Holidays and Admire what Retailers might Decorate with these days. Frankly, few are even bothering to Decorate for Easter... so, either they don't have the Merch or they're not feeling it's worth the effort?</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsmGlIokC5KrWTRRqn-IUmbjLuV5vtDPURh2WHZo5OfF7e7u_Gt7SYBvkK6rh1wo_WfG8mIGxBFx0Uak4ZYIhx-2yl5v3fgAy-076vz7SmTRjw2J6C0quhmgvGlbE4kW-WEBMZEZpfBXUy6tAvRRkE4HAt26SB3yPix3Uy60NYI3iNT0uX5d_pN_S-pKc/s1786/086.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1786" data-original-width="1340" height="976" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsmGlIokC5KrWTRRqn-IUmbjLuV5vtDPURh2WHZo5OfF7e7u_Gt7SYBvkK6rh1wo_WfG8mIGxBFx0Uak4ZYIhx-2yl5v3fgAy-076vz7SmTRjw2J6C0quhmgvGlbE4kW-WEBMZEZpfBXUy6tAvRRkE4HAt26SB3yPix3Uy60NYI3iNT0uX5d_pN_S-pKc/w732-h976/086.JPG" width="732" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><i><br /></i></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>So few Events exist anymore, or the Brick & Mortar Shops of the Past, that did a lot of exceptional Merchandising. So, it's not like the Old Days when there was tons of Inspiration and Eye Candy abounding, especially around the Holidays. Now most of the remaining few are going with the Mass Merchandising, so it's looking too much like Crate & Barrel for me. Yes, it's Pretty, but, it's Mass Produced and contrived, overdone in the Trending Dept., so, not anything I feel particularly Inspired by.</i></span><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"> You could go into Dozens of Homes and see it, nothing Unique or particularly Interesting or having the Essence of anyone in particular. The Euromarket Designs Look is popular and everyone from Hobby Lobby to Ikea has about the same Look and Merch actually. And Cheaper than a Specialty Shop or Event is charging for the exact same Product.</i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiikMF-K9OQU2_fUrqDCHCNdxBFGK0Cc-7zt8Ona7lIkG-dOq50rqHdwEn2J2dAAV7VJGvf7BlmPnQ-plkKrrtyWzWQn6GcXbMSN27uhA987rTJ6eqOpnDHzvEHGvGwq1R2WzqkQPYFZ2M-s_-JpXw3AjhtQYXH-Xy-eItd42_zNOu7njEGo58EfsJF7-s/s2998/047.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2998" data-original-width="2204" height="996" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiikMF-K9OQU2_fUrqDCHCNdxBFGK0Cc-7zt8Ona7lIkG-dOq50rqHdwEn2J2dAAV7VJGvf7BlmPnQ-plkKrrtyWzWQn6GcXbMSN27uhA987rTJ6eqOpnDHzvEHGvGwq1R2WzqkQPYFZ2M-s_-JpXw3AjhtQYXH-Xy-eItd42_zNOu7njEGo58EfsJF7-s/w731-h996/047.JPG" width="731" /></a></div><br /><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></i><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>I still prefer Vintage items, Quality Antiquities, and Unique or OOAK Product that I'd prefer to Invest in. There's very little, if any, Investment Value in mass produced Merch. Most of it wasn't even built to last or be Kept long. Plus, the Trends of it pass quickly and on to the next thing that will be mass produced overseas and imported. I do like some Imports if they have a lot of Hand Work to them, even if Modern Artisans Created them, but, I won't overpay for them since I know how Cheaply they can be had direct from the Suppliers. I can order at Wholesale Price Points Online just as easily as anyone else Buying from them... and often get it Shipped and Delivered right to my Door for Free. You can Google anything these Days and see your Options and which Competitors have the best Prices for it. </i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnyoMPpDSErZeR7byleu1YItx3hRONLQFmIcfvcPEQPo8a7FJeIsXriliHNVNy7XR62DZqE3wCGKp_doMWJHlAMrh3f7HIHmsU-PqpSfFAA2zS8E-4HgYaqaJH9CDDMlt0vThcwxPHuBeqe1lrv5SG3DK0_LksPE8yqb04l7vnKE5gO99Xn_CnCOjWspA/s3224/039.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3224" data-original-width="2472" height="955" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnyoMPpDSErZeR7byleu1YItx3hRONLQFmIcfvcPEQPo8a7FJeIsXriliHNVNy7XR62DZqE3wCGKp_doMWJHlAMrh3f7HIHmsU-PqpSfFAA2zS8E-4HgYaqaJH9CDDMlt0vThcwxPHuBeqe1lrv5SG3DK0_LksPE8yqb04l7vnKE5gO99Xn_CnCOjWspA/w731-h955/039.JPG" width="731" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><i><br /></i></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: center;"><i>That also means it's easy to find the Sources and the Mark Ups various Retailers are building in to what you'd be paying if you don't Buy direct. So, as far as what's being Produced in the Here and Now, you have Options if you decide you really want it. There really aren't very many Industry Secrets anymore if what they're Buying is being mass produced and offered to anyone from the Main Distributors of whatever it is, there's no exclusivity to it. Whatever is being made Abroad, well, they don't really Care who their Customer is, so long as you pay their Price, they'll do Business with you. And you don't have to purchase in bulk anymore either to get a Deal. They're hungry for whatever Cash Flow will come in from however many wanna Buy it, in small or large amounts.</i></div></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBSCe0gbvK4U3BXvz_CpQvPhYjzXXijavEzTFtnGT8RQnwoBfciU1WSG_ke0Ft0OA6OYUC9Hz1uJmSo4oHa0SLwlRLQfxvVdgFQYA8gSdJgAgFVhyphenhyphenApB5zTslx1XTBRjZVky_batbIcNDmWRpmz4sh2Qd3WLKjQxe4S1XFXTk_IlA9dB8yfh6HyUmCCOg/s2291/107.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2291" data-original-width="1621" height="1042" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBSCe0gbvK4U3BXvz_CpQvPhYjzXXijavEzTFtnGT8RQnwoBfciU1WSG_ke0Ft0OA6OYUC9Hz1uJmSo4oHa0SLwlRLQfxvVdgFQYA8gSdJgAgFVhyphenhyphenApB5zTslx1XTBRjZVky_batbIcNDmWRpmz4sh2Qd3WLKjQxe4S1XFXTk_IlA9dB8yfh6HyUmCCOg/w736-h1042/107.JPG" width="736" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><i><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><i>I've purchased from India, Turkey, China, Eastern Europe, Nepal and many other Countries... when I want what they have. I've never been required to Buy a ton of whatever it is to get a low price on it and Free Delivery. I've never been disappointed with an Order either, in fact, they provide exemplary Customer Service and I can get it Shipped quicker, and usually much Cheaper, than when I'm Ordering from Local Suppliers. So, if it's something being Imported anyway, Yes, I cut out the Middleman and get my Best Deal, since, why would I pay more for the same Product going thru many Hands with markups on it? What I will pay more of a Premium for is the Unique, the Artisan OOAK Creations, items with History and harder to Source, items of Value that are a wise Investment.</i></div></i></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhC8ffOjKrHR8dh3zb1Vn61bxu3W4yhNHfJJv_Iy2rqRAgcQJAdBf-Onm30_Zh1v9f1e04OLi94crwQtKKUtLwwOxM3VdJCaYHlwv5IH3ZpkjG2cYz1-L8W1UTPMqeQGzHFL5HCR83L4O1aLj_GexkqHZqhNnpeC03JOviGc0gzPItJtFM3UEjPC4icZBM/s2159/090.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2159" data-original-width="1455" height="1100" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhC8ffOjKrHR8dh3zb1Vn61bxu3W4yhNHfJJv_Iy2rqRAgcQJAdBf-Onm30_Zh1v9f1e04OLi94crwQtKKUtLwwOxM3VdJCaYHlwv5IH3ZpkjG2cYz1-L8W1UTPMqeQGzHFL5HCR83L4O1aLj_GexkqHZqhNnpeC03JOviGc0gzPItJtFM3UEjPC4icZBM/w742-h1100/090.JPG" width="742" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><i><br /></i></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>Anyway, back to Easter... now that I don't have Little Ones, a lot of the Traditions and Rituals we used to do during the Holidays, we just don't do anymore once they outgrew them. Last Year I divested myself of most of the Plastic Easter Eggs I used to fill with Treats and hide for Princess T to hunt for. I Sold some of the more Interesting ones and Donated the bulk of what we had accumulated for The G-Kid Force. I had some really Unique Handmade Easter Baskets that were gorgeous, they just were a Tough Turn at the Antique Mall, so, I Donated them too. Like I said, Easter is a Tough Sell and I just wasn't finding it profitable to carry much for that Holiday in the way of Decor. I think people just Buy the Cheapest stuff for it and then throw it out afterwards?</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i></i></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbEAo_l4fWYn1bFGiD4wAINOcN4oiknL1IymS24sHBmNSTfdRCwMK4aGm7uMw7x3XvSKx4bikjiAJH4ra0oAS5YrfL8vxdzJ8pIxz5pgR4f7pVPVx59HAcaQiPSIM2LWiO0XpYekmcu3erzQ37W9vYertpFfwF5__YJMl4geo9ud51b7k_zX0_KNn7Dng/s1496/025.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1496" data-original-width="1226" height="911" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbEAo_l4fWYn1bFGiD4wAINOcN4oiknL1IymS24sHBmNSTfdRCwMK4aGm7uMw7x3XvSKx4bikjiAJH4ra0oAS5YrfL8vxdzJ8pIxz5pgR4f7pVPVx59HAcaQiPSIM2LWiO0XpYekmcu3erzQ37W9vYertpFfwF5__YJMl4geo9ud51b7k_zX0_KNn7Dng/w746-h911/025.JPG" width="746" /></a></i></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /> </i></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>Yes, I do miss the days of hiding Eggs for the Kiddos and making Easter Baskets for them now that they're all Grown. Fond Memories of doing that for Two Generations worth of Kids we Raised. None of the Great-Grandkids live in Arizona so we just vicariously watch from afar via Social Media what they do every Holiday with Family scattered across the Globe. Everyone lives where they want to live and we're separated by distance, so, you don't get to enjoy the day to day stuff with them and the intimacy that forms the closer bonds. Those who live far from Loved Ones know what I'm talking about, a lot of relationship becomes rather abstract to Kiddos when they haven't actually spent time with you in the Flesh and don't really 'know' you. But, I'm Grateful for the Images Shared to fill us in and keep us up to date.</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i></i></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjULMT11gCz4XZHtRNoMViRADnEMJ4u6AwiQqA0SPcecoxDgn2Jm_fB1x1FqWqNzV1ek7FaG3_frzKiEkfQ-B5wHJL-mPphn-2MSPJroy-deYqN5S6LnFV0HxWK3WPzj_-yWwtiaCWBZPUBgxG3WL4EcQqL6CRBdF55mqxjznPp9XPLvJSHDBpxO_MM2io/s2048/428683361_7989122721114948_7252393768739782857_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="989" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjULMT11gCz4XZHtRNoMViRADnEMJ4u6AwiQqA0SPcecoxDgn2Jm_fB1x1FqWqNzV1ek7FaG3_frzKiEkfQ-B5wHJL-mPphn-2MSPJroy-deYqN5S6LnFV0HxWK3WPzj_-yWwtiaCWBZPUBgxG3WL4EcQqL6CRBdF55mqxjznPp9XPLvJSHDBpxO_MM2io/w742-h989/428683361_7989122721114948_7252393768739782857_n.jpg" width="742" /></a></i></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /> </i></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>This is the Newest Great-Grandson, whose 3 Months Old already, tho' his Aunt is having her 2nd Child, a Girl, this Year, so he won't be the Newest for long. I was concerned that in one of his pixs there was a Medical Tube of some kind, and I know only too well from Princess T's Infancy thru Childhood, that could mean Respiratory or other Health Issues, so it kinda Scared me. Our Granddaughter hasn't said anything, but he looked really small, still is really small, and could have been a Premie? I know our Granddaughter didn't even look Pregnant with him and so it was a total Shock to me when she suddenly had a New Baby!!! Just a Month after she'd sent me a Pix where she didn't even look like she was expecting! It's an awkward and sensitive conversation to have with a Parent if a Child is not Well. So, I haven't pried and just Hope it's something he will outgrow?</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXBt9Nr1rf2MPHoXb8MSJ5sVZoHvKutNPrHPwcX3VXCswHnDaCVfwEAPEaaLJs5JfHwXl4PYTWQ11l6fTW7ZQmhCJjGwbRjmmSnjHV6iobicKwVuXf-1CxQwnks7tM0fqyQ3vf8FKe7PFbA-MMArNLWGIYOxSG6FKIvLvBEcIFlR_KWp0Yxnuf90SazDI/s684/431616115_8044196375607582_7974430858839997940_ndd.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="684" data-original-width="397" height="1280" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXBt9Nr1rf2MPHoXb8MSJ5sVZoHvKutNPrHPwcX3VXCswHnDaCVfwEAPEaaLJs5JfHwXl4PYTWQ11l6fTW7ZQmhCJjGwbRjmmSnjHV6iobicKwVuXf-1CxQwnks7tM0fqyQ3vf8FKe7PFbA-MMArNLWGIYOxSG6FKIvLvBEcIFlR_KWp0Yxnuf90SazDI/w744-h1280/431616115_8044196375607582_7974430858839997940_ndd.jpg" width="744" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><i><br /></i></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>For a 3 Month Old he looks more like a Newborn to me, he's so Tiny, yet so Adorbs... that I'm trying to not alarm myself about his Health being perhaps fragile. He looks like a very Happy Baby and his Two Big Sisters Adore him and enjoy being Big Sisters very much it seems. The Oldest one now seems more at ease with the Younger Siblings stealing some of her Thunder and Spotlight, she is The Diva and was our Oldest Daughter and SIL's First Grandchild. And so until her little Sister came along... and then her Aunty started having Babies too, well, she was Numero Uno for a Minute and exceedingly indulged as such. *LOL* The Little Sister is less of a Diva it seems and really just Impish and looks exactly like our Granddaughter did at that Age, so she Cloned that one of her Trio. So, a pretty good indication of what she could grow up looking like. *Smiles*</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgH6FoLdlHGR7xIHMIwSD5-hXChXd2Pfq7sxaUA0bDJs5CyMdSIeb0uNlIzaJEC-qjIl46_sei_vrBCUeUzHY3YA6tQXUpotHfzKmnV_SYj-l-yJPT1RdXB8Z2Y4Ng3aTg8XMAxEolGuP4R7tIOo2JmTKQktfnqfZdrW56neLs10IFK0NCDh1A2buXnub0/s1440/428607265_7975419222485298_8450081265078942694_ns.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="914" height="1161" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgH6FoLdlHGR7xIHMIwSD5-hXChXd2Pfq7sxaUA0bDJs5CyMdSIeb0uNlIzaJEC-qjIl46_sei_vrBCUeUzHY3YA6tQXUpotHfzKmnV_SYj-l-yJPT1RdXB8Z2Y4Ng3aTg8XMAxEolGuP4R7tIOo2JmTKQktfnqfZdrW56neLs10IFK0NCDh1A2buXnub0/w736-h1161/428607265_7975419222485298_8450081265078942694_ns.jpg" width="736" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><i><br /></i></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>And, here she is, and she favors The Man's side of the Family very much in fact. She and her Mama were kind of Female versions of what The Man looked like as a Small Child. And the Oldest One, the Diva Child {Below}, looks exactly like our Oldest Daughter, her Gramma, did at this Age, so she's going to resemble her very much I think as she Grows Up. Hard to tell yet who the Little Man is favoring, they change so much in the first few Months. But he's looking like he may have the Darker Eyes and Hair that our Daughter, and his Daddy, have... like his Oldest Sister. Our Granddaughter is Fairer, like her Middle Child... Genetics is such a fascinating subject like that. Hard to predict what will dominate, whether a Dominant or Recessive Gene? </i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPJ-Ejmw1LnWwmnO8qYQuqML03HT9dw14ta6_s7qNOKXoVssD05-HUpGhIwhcc4IjEsC7l877azYQ0crT7yX9wv_hbw30MLKL42LON3SFeNW40rF7WLNZzECW_ESMdtVyiHz0DCCL_3rSfOOzP6TnNc2HFYho1YumxATOuBzWFIFEn8GZtvqjSgupXuf4/s487/428438643_7948573435169877_6326944741203777148_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="487" data-original-width="327" height="1094" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPJ-Ejmw1LnWwmnO8qYQuqML03HT9dw14ta6_s7qNOKXoVssD05-HUpGhIwhcc4IjEsC7l877azYQ0crT7yX9wv_hbw30MLKL42LON3SFeNW40rF7WLNZzECW_ESMdtVyiHz0DCCL_3rSfOOzP6TnNc2HFYho1YumxATOuBzWFIFEn8GZtvqjSgupXuf4/w735-h1094/428438643_7948573435169877_6326944741203777148_n.jpg" width="735" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><i><br /></i></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">I know all of the Recessive Genes popped up in me, despite all the Dominant Genes in the Family on both sides, that most of my Family inherited and displayed for Generations, yet passed along the Recessives and so boom, Moi. *LOL* I know my Kiddos all said they would have preferred to have inherited my Grey Eyes, but only one of The Daughter's Children did, No. Four of the Five she had. But, The Young Prince inherited my Welsh Nanna's Beautiful Green Eyes and he and some of his Sisters inherited my Lighter Hair too. Most of both sides of my Family have Blue Black Hair, there was just me and one other Relative on Mom's side that had the Light Hair. So, I didn't expect too many Grandkids to end up with it, but, some did. Our other Granddaughter whose expecting had a Son first and now she's having a Daughter... so, one more Great-Grandkid coming soon.</i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"></i></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRWfWImM8azhoxZISTv-246gO4sr6K_5I6zuIlbGV6GmDk4TlvgSukzl3z-k8TgO4THK4CJ7exTZd-68X3YLAQnwUNq6hpmYc-s5PmqMlkr7EoQcrOaQXSR2HSwlt0InzS5iJk-Hew1vT9A9EUht6odaw1ywXvyGITVqOC8Wxrno3RF2otb0fHNodgGzM/s960/428191718_7948562528504301_8274623854450401579_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="540" height="1301" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRWfWImM8azhoxZISTv-246gO4sr6K_5I6zuIlbGV6GmDk4TlvgSukzl3z-k8TgO4THK4CJ7exTZd-68X3YLAQnwUNq6hpmYc-s5PmqMlkr7EoQcrOaQXSR2HSwlt0InzS5iJk-Hew1vT9A9EUht6odaw1ywXvyGITVqOC8Wxrno3RF2otb0fHNodgGzM/w732-h1301/428191718_7948562528504301_8274623854450401579_n.jpg" width="732" /></a></i></div><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /> </i><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Our Granddaughter took part of her Crew to Disney World in Florida. Her Hubby stayed Home with the Younger ones, so I think she only brought the Oldest. They go to Florida on Vacation a lot with our Daughter and SIL, and Honestly, if it weren't for Hurricanes, I think our Daughter and SIL would Retire there, they still might? Right now everyone is still in Pittsburgh, and they may have separation anxiety if they were too far from one another, so I just don't know if they'll make the move or not? I think some of the extended Family do own Vacation Property in Florida already and our Middle Granddaughter got Married there on the Beach last Year. I wouldn't mind having a reason to travel to Florida... I've always wanted to at least visit... but know I wouldn't wanna live there... just take a short Vacay. We have other Lifelong Friends in Florida too who'd like us to visit.</i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjN-l66hWP5xbv1JSfL3tlka_2T_9R4EybWgXtg5LMY5Uk_PDjSf_Jj5o3J1kEsj22_kjl2CgIjBfgmQnxQ2WdCNYEVagoC8Js6Z0IB_PNL6sl2o-y6WchhVRrg5amEfxbB-RNBT6lI6JMP0SuSpSvKwQSTCpFUc0Tm4YEnm5qbWLfDAb_VsxkT0kzd6cQ/s2195/042ss.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2195" data-original-width="1388" height="1185" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjN-l66hWP5xbv1JSfL3tlka_2T_9R4EybWgXtg5LMY5Uk_PDjSf_Jj5o3J1kEsj22_kjl2CgIjBfgmQnxQ2WdCNYEVagoC8Js6Z0IB_PNL6sl2o-y6WchhVRrg5amEfxbB-RNBT6lI6JMP0SuSpSvKwQSTCpFUc0Tm4YEnm5qbWLfDAb_VsxkT0kzd6cQ/w748-h1185/042ss.JPG" width="748" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><i><br /></i></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>My damned injured Little Toe is throbbing so I haven't been able to Sleep worth a shit Tonight and thus... I Blog. *Le Sigh* I really hit it hard and so there's a considerable amount of Pain and damage to the Nail. I hit it with our Customer Service Cart and it bled so badly that I had to get First Aide right away and have it bandaged up. I'm glad we only had 30 Minutes left on our Shift, since, I really didn't feel okay Walking anymore. And getting dressed or undressed is gonna be painful for a while too, it's very sensitive to even light Touch of Fabric passing over it. So you should have seen the Gymnastics to get my Pants off and my Jammies on without passing out from how bad it hurt to do that!!! The Man is trying to tell me what to do, AS IF I don't already know what to do... and the last thing I wanted him to do was to try to do it FOR me. *LOL* </i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifikofz0Jq0PYFDOy5xIQ4EmoP_816UIWQ1QBRbPgY6Qa4gLNM22wcP96Nzat_tzmQ74AoseHSs-CL4j9SidGRDnmFin2n1F3M1FTeapCaJumAfhu62TR7swXAH8FbVNLB2WlGeHXJMzn-a2d1ZfnhOx4doLEak_drrXmKnkhkUlp9r0BgDTh3A13eNR4/s1247/s-l1600%20(18).jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1247" data-original-width="836" height="1115" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifikofz0Jq0PYFDOy5xIQ4EmoP_816UIWQ1QBRbPgY6Qa4gLNM22wcP96Nzat_tzmQ74AoseHSs-CL4j9SidGRDnmFin2n1F3M1FTeapCaJumAfhu62TR7swXAH8FbVNLB2WlGeHXJMzn-a2d1ZfnhOx4doLEak_drrXmKnkhkUlp9r0BgDTh3A13eNR4/w749-h1115/s-l1600%20(18).jpg" width="749" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><i><br /></i></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">He means well, but can be heavy handed and clumsy tho', so even considering my threshold for Pain is high, this hurts like a SOB and is so fucking tender right now!!! Of coarse extremities injuries when you're an Insulin Diabetic and have Diabetic Neuropathy are particularly troubling, so I'll have to keep an Eye on it and ensure it's Healing Okay? Sometimes I can sustain an injury and not even know it due to the Neuropathy, but this time I knew it since, damn it hurt like Hell when it happened!!! And tho' I held my Mud, my Co-Workers knew I had really hurt myself since I had to go get First Aid even tho' I was Calm and acting like I was Fine... but it was bleeding badly and I needed to bandage it up and clean it up STAT. Not. Fun. After that I'm hobbling around slow as a Sloth for the last Half Hour, like a wounded Racehorse. Luckily nobody had to Shoot me and put me Down. *Le Sigh and LOL*</i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"> </i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_Z_DKRhWIZvmOAODnhDxe-WsYlmgCEpiYZD2KPDsOCzCZsCCa-6tLOHQ6mx1XSyugd0Zp2lV85J8KMGhj9KjHQirGkEYFeIQw8cGqpJDFt5q5XjP5NbFjHnxYeGzyzygoS9FEFksJirtM93ualXWLtC4NolAMLe2_-hnoc0R1EnPHfPiNb5aM4jJoGio/s2048/428672601_7989122627781624_7159413703854996134_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="1000" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_Z_DKRhWIZvmOAODnhDxe-WsYlmgCEpiYZD2KPDsOCzCZsCCa-6tLOHQ6mx1XSyugd0Zp2lV85J8KMGhj9KjHQirGkEYFeIQw8cGqpJDFt5q5XjP5NbFjHnxYeGzyzygoS9FEFksJirtM93ualXWLtC4NolAMLe2_-hnoc0R1EnPHfPiNb5aM4jJoGio/w750-h1000/428672601_7989122627781624_7159413703854996134_n.jpg" width="750" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><i>*******</i></div></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>An Injury... just what I DON'T Need... Dawn... The Bohemian</i></span></p>Bohemianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03743017084098726581noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4825579903367960408.post-63665707880636521572024-03-10T13:34:00.000-07:002024-03-10T13:35:12.919-07:00Back To The Gym<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeUJvJ1KdMdL6fZ1fjjR50A6W7CNPcco0yAn9FFhnwHo9mgwLwFY4wjl_Cw-Rn0rqbjxIgWIMY2pysuM0lR2fXIgb2Ogh6440ARtQNKLfZqkz-C8-sJjuGcR3iO0Ytoq3Gl8Wzv5lHuR84QFby1GwzKXyHJZLti0RsRcvh-tPSWfCR1laniDMcUw2fbr8/s3608/IMG_5485.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3608" data-original-width="2318" height="1144" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeUJvJ1KdMdL6fZ1fjjR50A6W7CNPcco0yAn9FFhnwHo9mgwLwFY4wjl_Cw-Rn0rqbjxIgWIMY2pysuM0lR2fXIgb2Ogh6440ARtQNKLfZqkz-C8-sJjuGcR3iO0Ytoq3Gl8Wzv5lHuR84QFby1GwzKXyHJZLti0RsRcvh-tPSWfCR1laniDMcUw2fbr8/w737-h1144/IMG_5485.JPG" width="737" /></a></div><br /><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>Lifetime has no Age Restrictions on a Sunday, so, I've decided that should be the Morning I head to the Gym now so my Membership doesn't risk being terminated due to non-use. A Blog Friend brought it up that some locations have long Waiting Lists of Seniors wanting to get in with their Medicare Insurance, so, they're terminating Seniors who don't use their Membership regularly enough. I agree with her that only sounds Fair if there is limited Membership for Seniors that is covered by Insurance. I'm sure the Gyms subsidize Medicare on the high cost of Membership that most Seniors could never afford. So, anyway, I've been discussing with The Man his NEED to be more involved in Gym activities when I take him.</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqJ1Y4HWHSptQnzY6u2Ux3nvQFTe5FChyphenhyphenZaeZnlACfaOw0u52uoBzQyP2se2g9TdnthE_Ar80qzwwYMjQPtEGV1BH_G4S1fyhi7V5-_bbyat9hf6WGjNoFD2_aFtZhqLHXGQT2Ih-l11laYREUCbu0PEW3HknBuD6k_4CM_z4xk5KrxHGJsGxvPptqVWE/s2575/IMG_1335.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2575" data-original-width="1706" height="1111" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqJ1Y4HWHSptQnzY6u2Ux3nvQFTe5FChyphenhyphenZaeZnlACfaOw0u52uoBzQyP2se2g9TdnthE_Ar80qzwwYMjQPtEGV1BH_G4S1fyhi7V5-_bbyat9hf6WGjNoFD2_aFtZhqLHXGQT2Ih-l11laYREUCbu0PEW3HknBuD6k_4CM_z4xk5KrxHGJsGxvPptqVWE/w736-h1111/IMG_1335.JPG" width="736" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>He can be so unmotivated to do anything and especially to self-improve, so it's always a battle to get him engaged in what's going to improve his Health and Well Being. As his Caregiver, it falls on me to ensure he's in the best Shape he can be in, as it becomes harder to keep him in the Home if he steadily deteriorates and is hard on everyone. He fails to acknowledge that fact, that when he neglects himself, it doesn't just affect him, it negatively impacts us all. Last time I took him along to the Gym it was difficult for me to do a proper Workout, so I won't be taking him on a Sunday. That will be a Me Day and I'll pick another Day of the Week to bring him during the Restricted Senior Hours, so that his Membership remains in place. I try to get him to do basic Cardio, his Cardiologist strongly suggests it.</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhA4fvO_d0r-uvs-sweImEe3tt76K0v4Cr9SM1PFLPD_ouefyJ1wJIX6vO3cOvsA6aZmBpDyZLHP9uEKDS4zV02zM0tI3QtTIUlEJ4X74cT_W7rwiA3as6h3mCiuwqHgf79U4mSvC2tYUDPBXCtIKNCHXqiWnd0nONh3GW86SadKpIw9YtCv7Br0nQcpC4/s2748/011.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2748" data-original-width="1850" height="1100" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhA4fvO_d0r-uvs-sweImEe3tt76K0v4Cr9SM1PFLPD_ouefyJ1wJIX6vO3cOvsA6aZmBpDyZLHP9uEKDS4zV02zM0tI3QtTIUlEJ4X74cT_W7rwiA3as6h3mCiuwqHgf79U4mSvC2tYUDPBXCtIKNCHXqiWnd0nONh3GW86SadKpIw9YtCv7Br0nQcpC4/w739-h1100/011.JPG" width="739" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><i><br /></i></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>This is why I take him to do Canning and how I know he is more than capable of doing it for prolonged periods of time if he WANTS to. *Winks* Yes, I'm tricky and sneaky like that about evaluating what he is capable of doing and just chooses to balk at doing or makes excuses for. So far he hasn't figured out I'm Testing him like that, but I will continue to be Creative about getting him to MOVE and DO SOMETHING... anything but just sit in a Media Chair in front of a Big Screen TV all Day and Night, while getting into the Kiddos Snacks and such. *Le Sigh* Yes, he's sneaky and tricky himself about doing what he shouldn't be doing, so... Touche', don't feel bad about my deceptions. *Winks*</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWpF7-8LhN_BKI4O1dleGio0SQkIII03bhMMKlG7ZY9wJc47pqWvwqO3isGVTD5btab5zUe2T41OmFpZBwGthD7TxCR2Gqw1Dsi_tdjC1qerIpu0b7vE5Lq8WIi2nu7uydSbuENq-LDAaN82JQKzhi8iPZIZE9nulrd7lTlbB3CDTW_j-C05a8xNoVFKI/s4440/IMG_0328.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4440" data-original-width="3152" height="1032" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWpF7-8LhN_BKI4O1dleGio0SQkIII03bhMMKlG7ZY9wJc47pqWvwqO3isGVTD5btab5zUe2T41OmFpZBwGthD7TxCR2Gqw1Dsi_tdjC1qerIpu0b7vE5Lq8WIi2nu7uydSbuENq-LDAaN82JQKzhi8iPZIZE9nulrd7lTlbB3CDTW_j-C05a8xNoVFKI/w732-h1032/IMG_0328.JPG" width="732" /></a></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>I work on a Sunday Night too, so starting out a Sunday with a Workout, a Sauna and a nice long Hot Shower would energize me for that day. I have had trouble getting jump started in the Mornings lately. Once I do kick myself in the Arse and get going, I'm Fine and get a lot done, but, I'm delaying the start of every day lately for as long as I can procrastinate. *Le Sigh* There's so much to do, both enjoyably and the drudgery, so sometimes I get overwhelmed, mostly Emotionally, but, I do hurt a lot lately too. When I'm in some physical Pain it's difficult to push thru it and just get with it, tho', that always deflects your Mind and eases the Pain to push past it. I don't wanna aggravate an injury tho', and you never know as a Senior, what is just wearing out? *Le Sigh*</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUASDV43-o0jFP9OitPWPXGVPzgoDAZyerFukYDa-N4jmdVSQh-nLEkjvm9FW0Mg6HXlCCQ-_69H-H4Z6VWfsSPI_zj6set49HLaD6O2ujJwQGj3Pdlp5PObGhSU-WRcVEbxEf023xBNg0y1Pk5iqzVa4uimQDcUxTHkfJNoIXg3mf7zHT_EcZN8jzcx0/s5152/IMG_3983.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5152" data-original-width="3864" height="975" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUASDV43-o0jFP9OitPWPXGVPzgoDAZyerFukYDa-N4jmdVSQh-nLEkjvm9FW0Mg6HXlCCQ-_69H-H4Z6VWfsSPI_zj6set49HLaD6O2ujJwQGj3Pdlp5PObGhSU-WRcVEbxEf023xBNg0y1Pk5iqzVa4uimQDcUxTHkfJNoIXg3mf7zHT_EcZN8jzcx0/w731-h975/IMG_3983.JPG" width="731" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><i><br /></i></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>My Right side has been problematic and I'm assuming it's Sciatica and I'm using over-the-counter and Holistic remedies for it. I am not one to take Pain Management Western Medications, they're too Addictive and dangerous to your Well Being. Sure, mebbe your Pain will be alleviated, but, you've opened up a Can of Worms for yourself once you're dependent upon Pain Meds. Too many Seniors are in that vicious Cycle and even if your Insurance will cover it, I think the risk factors are too high and it isn't my intention to be High either just to manage Pain. There's better ways of doing it and strengthening my Body and Mind in ways no dependency will develop. I have lately been Inspired by a 76 Year Old Woman who does Videos of her Health Nut Journey from having been an Obese Senior in 2015, to incredibly Fit now.</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8rQqCYNWTWNnfWK8MZnFJwKqxEWIDrplcIJ_qTV14_8O8XNm_UEL0AnyOddBgbNozEle_GW0Hc6N7ZT_ZQQeGXcltYzuUNmbF1YbaZSnTnWlsg9MZrGBnXOkkqMJV5-d0yfJz_UkTId8gZY768FnxJMr6RbXHbg9_EKMttD5HAazAxcRcgTjpjgfJ97Q/s4533/IMG_3702.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4533" data-original-width="2827" height="1182" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8rQqCYNWTWNnfWK8MZnFJwKqxEWIDrplcIJ_qTV14_8O8XNm_UEL0AnyOddBgbNozEle_GW0Hc6N7ZT_ZQQeGXcltYzuUNmbF1YbaZSnTnWlsg9MZrGBnXOkkqMJV5-d0yfJz_UkTId8gZY768FnxJMr6RbXHbg9_EKMttD5HAazAxcRcgTjpjgfJ97Q/w739-h1182/IMG_3702.JPG" width="739" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>I can become Obsessed with activities that are beneficial and I enjoy. Going to the Gym regularly, if I wasn't a Full Time Caregiver, would be something I would do probably every Day. And, I suppose I could set aside at least 30-40 Minutes after 9:00 am to do it, so, I'm contemplating the possibilities, especially on Days The Daughter doesn't go to Work, she could Babysit her Dad for me while I'm at the Gym more consistently. He will not want to go with that kind of dedication or consistency, so, I'll limit taking him to once a Week now and pick a Day that will become Routine for him. Even if he just bobs around in the Heated Pool, takes a short Sauna and takes a long Shower there, it would be a start and improve his condition.</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrPR0c47H2xfWBBRIvoNdW75OOcIVOOAAEbdIq2TceZduKvNb7UZCB44K_No49abL1Rvn8tCQ_2jB-w2XOH-laAtQ_jz78wBW707b8AcQE4EcRbSy43RZMgJn3kLGgJ4BxL9CRexfLdNKC2AiiB_Ptv2Xks2wJEkW31SvFtM5cBV3FObHExgeW97er-jg/s5152/IMG_4160.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5152" data-original-width="3864" height="992" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrPR0c47H2xfWBBRIvoNdW75OOcIVOOAAEbdIq2TceZduKvNb7UZCB44K_No49abL1Rvn8tCQ_2jB-w2XOH-laAtQ_jz78wBW707b8AcQE4EcRbSy43RZMgJn3kLGgJ4BxL9CRexfLdNKC2AiiB_Ptv2Xks2wJEkW31SvFtM5cBV3FObHExgeW97er-jg/w744-h992/IMG_4160.JPG" width="744" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><i><br /></i></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>As I'm watching that Senior Lady doing her Workouts, it's giving me Tips on what exercising would be something a Senior can incorporate that benefits those of our Season of Life. She looks Amazing and it's not like she was Young when she started, she was Older than I am now, so, it is a Testimony it's never too late to start. I know the Gym can and does provide Staff to Guide you, so I may meet with one and have them suggest and Guide me on how to use equipment I haven't used before and exercises I can do without equipment too. I know my Blog Friend Shirley has a Personal Trainer and attends the Pain Cave with regularity. That is something I would be on board to do if I can figure out a way to spend more time to myself and set aside a Scheduled Time to do it.</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjc8RC_9tNccy92aamHl66mzBFXDl6lK7zgTwVLZSXqKresgQwJv36SQpQjee79atF1HUHJnvOxVwBz22EAbTUOZO8ilZpuwysdXJsf8j81MgpI_dE1tHIZJK2y35XEUWwogufeQ-vmp2zTsuL_ZFMJ12bKbcC2EH44vlpB1sunf1RiFjqRlsZ3NzsH-lE/s5152/IMG_1355.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5152" data-original-width="3864" height="992" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjc8RC_9tNccy92aamHl66mzBFXDl6lK7zgTwVLZSXqKresgQwJv36SQpQjee79atF1HUHJnvOxVwBz22EAbTUOZO8ilZpuwysdXJsf8j81MgpI_dE1tHIZJK2y35XEUWwogufeQ-vmp2zTsuL_ZFMJ12bKbcC2EH44vlpB1sunf1RiFjqRlsZ3NzsH-lE/w744-h992/IMG_1355.JPG" width="744" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><i><br /></i></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i> I'm thinking the Day I used to set aside and attend Sweet Salvage would work too as a Me Day still set aside. If I do Sunday Mornings and then the Third Thursday of every Month for myself. Plus a designated Day each Week to drag The Man along and make him begin a Routine for himself, that could benefit us both and keep our Membership from being terminated. Anyway, I was glad for the Intel about what Lifetime is likely doing by Calling us Seniors, being sly about it and not actually telling you their real intentions of dropping you and terminating your Membership involuntarily. I'd rather they just be Honest about it and say they have a Waiting List of Seniors, so, if you don't use your Membership regularly, they will have to cancel you. </i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTHMe4yhN-dC9C60QA88KarU4290Snzp2g5ewSZCXnuXWUsKsSNpusTeNpQTp2sojl8JOPLhg4H88yXnXrkH-4V8nHYVAoCfYyYrRdeeFEpP9AUUXqpPCrMidSTANpYNKSZ3RAebV9JpYvsKzITdGPb58PWCPSUEt1tpT34-YOWR8RpKX6EI8XfRwp6zE/s2015/431629020_7629238323795677_3349184192789041126_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2015" data-original-width="1504" height="991" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTHMe4yhN-dC9C60QA88KarU4290Snzp2g5ewSZCXnuXWUsKsSNpusTeNpQTp2sojl8JOPLhg4H88yXnXrkH-4V8nHYVAoCfYyYrRdeeFEpP9AUUXqpPCrMidSTANpYNKSZ3RAebV9JpYvsKzITdGPb58PWCPSUEt1tpT34-YOWR8RpKX6EI8XfRwp6zE/w740-h991/431629020_7629238323795677_3349184192789041126_n.jpg" width="740" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><i><br /></i></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i> Had they not Restricted Senior Hours, I WAS going with regularity when it was easier to fit into MY Schedule, not theirs. </i></span><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">I made that clear during the Phone Call, that it was ONLY due to the Restricted Senior Hours that I was finding it more difficult to use my Membership. It was naive of me to think they would consider that and not just use it as a handy reason to Terminate Memberships of Seniors. Moving On... now that I've got that all semi-figured out. *Bwahahahaa* It's always Something, isn't it? *Eye Roll* In Real Time it's Saturday Night and all the Kiddos are out with their Friends. I spent the day out with The Man, I took him Canning and we had a Luncheon at one of the Parks that was having a Farmer's Market set up with Food Trucks. We had a Kalua Pork Plate from "Whatever Kocina" Food Truck. We talked to the Owner, who said this was the second time he'd been to this Park during an Event. Last time wasn't so good or well attended, I'm glad he tried a 2nd time.</i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfbawF9A-xA8w2ekNbj7UZXNWhFXWHQv6XmdF31gMLXWpcyaNJET5_MS3_d_gAlCwVBrOfs_topLazJJEc6wAlSwZkkBF8GuuX-EDCZuIWvGEPMqTFUbx5TVVPcws67qPjGQR3Jf9LNpNsfea2wlnpSsm1ozu5Dkf3erMGpZsWC8-_ns6hrCPqhZ_UjDA/s2015/431655558_7629221813797328_7519260933329318105_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2015" data-original-width="1504" height="973" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfbawF9A-xA8w2ekNbj7UZXNWhFXWHQv6XmdF31gMLXWpcyaNJET5_MS3_d_gAlCwVBrOfs_topLazJJEc6wAlSwZkkBF8GuuX-EDCZuIWvGEPMqTFUbx5TVVPcws67qPjGQR3Jf9LNpNsfea2wlnpSsm1ozu5Dkf3erMGpZsWC8-_ns6hrCPqhZ_UjDA/w727-h973/431655558_7629221813797328_7519260933329318105_n.jpg" width="727" /></a></div><br /><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></i><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">They Specialize in Kalua Pork exclusively and it's very good, you can't tell in the pix but there's a delish Cabbage Medley under the Kalua Pork. It usually comes with one Scoop of Rice and one of Macaroni Salad, but I'm not a Fan of Mac Salad, The Man is. So, they agreed to give me The Man's Scoop of Rice and me give him my Scoop of Macaroni Salad for our Plates. *Smiles* Their price point at that Food Truck was reasonable, but some of the others was outrageous. This Food Truck didn't have Soda, and we didn't want the Beverages they offered, so I bought ours from another Food Truck that charged Three Bucks for a freakin' Can of Soda!!! I should have known their prices were high at the competitor, since nobody was buying from them and they didn't have a Menu up with prices. They had a cutesy Name, but, not impressed. I was impressed with this Food Truck tho', I'd buy from them again.</i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUzWG1sT1Xl3oNg6M-hDBsigVtVQ7ge4RX9Nf6myjv-4gJZiqiKreVRpmfewey2crPM5cOZ9F_z1u0fpu8huOrINCK3bNBlMmzKsCXPHwu2dWZb6clJdt2kdtv_MGA1nT5O4erlhhft8IKIxEBu3CcGKv33C3Cy6plb3AytvD9Y4ZfP2C0bJUvMfsZldE/s5152/IMG_3690.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5152" data-original-width="3864" height="961" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUzWG1sT1Xl3oNg6M-hDBsigVtVQ7ge4RX9Nf6myjv-4gJZiqiKreVRpmfewey2crPM5cOZ9F_z1u0fpu8huOrINCK3bNBlMmzKsCXPHwu2dWZb6clJdt2kdtv_MGA1nT5O4erlhhft8IKIxEBu3CcGKv33C3Cy6plb3AytvD9Y4ZfP2C0bJUvMfsZldE/w721-h961/IMG_3690.JPG" width="721" /></a></div><br /><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></i><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">There were Soccer Games as well as the Farmer's Market. I don't know why they called it a Farmer's Market tho', since it was mostly Craft Booths and not Farm Booths Selling Fresh Food. To me, a Farmer's Market should mostly have Produce, things like Honey Sourced from small Farms, perhaps Baked Goods or other locally produced nutrition. This was almost exclusively Crafts and nothing I'd be interested in purchasing, so, I am not surprised it's not as much of a draw as a proper Farmer's Market would be. I suppose someone from local Small Farms could participate and just choose not to, so, you can't fault whoever is going to participate and take their time to be there and Sell what they just do. I've attended several Farmer's Markets around the City and am disappointed that most aren't Selling Produce and other Foods Fresh from Local Small Farms. </i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcW5ZwMbOax72yiD4KWdW4QPwYE9poY2BlHckxj7eX4c4z-TqX9x1AubfNEaCkmWPphJGaFKSXnHl-c3owdpfCF5IOz3RVNsfMrg92_6lOwyKMQsaxvKBrOG0ZLSWAJ-xODvFEctyUh3avzBvPKLoqr76BNgTt_kqCJ0pTYoX35PMSJ-wcV1AG-Yo-edI/s4270/IMG_0615.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4270" data-original-width="3138" height="989" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcW5ZwMbOax72yiD4KWdW4QPwYE9poY2BlHckxj7eX4c4z-TqX9x1AubfNEaCkmWPphJGaFKSXnHl-c3owdpfCF5IOz3RVNsfMrg92_6lOwyKMQsaxvKBrOG0ZLSWAJ-xODvFEctyUh3avzBvPKLoqr76BNgTt_kqCJ0pTYoX35PMSJ-wcV1AG-Yo-edI/w726-h989/IMG_0615.JPG" width="726" /></a></div><br /><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></i><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">I remember a time when along all Rural Roads in and around Phoenix, there were Produce Stands galore and you could Source a lot of your Foods Fresher than at a Grocer, cheaper too. Around our Mini Farms some of the Residents set up a little Booth in their Front Yards with excess of whatever they're growing when it's in Season and they have an overage. Most only charge a nominal amount or even many give it away Free. I'm growing just in Pots at the moment and end up with an abundance during Season of what I'm just casually growing in the way of Veggies, Flowers and Herbs. My Sunflowers this Year weren't even planted by Moi, the Wild Birds had scattered some around their Feeding Station and now whatever those Seeds were is growing up all around it and looking like an English Garden, Lovely.</i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhv_Qs1petfBV6qBNzX04kqZQaQsiVXu4ZWNc8lAcxtHBw7QtFZas2WsABadEz6rFWNtpWCs1iUrFu-liM3AmjMsVVG0leVcCY2RYnecpTBWpOhoYN83fiDToA1RX6aZLCEkBmQ75_k_1MHupX55SA-t1U5vNQScdzOzwEX-eLb0mJc7kEhnowV7xGoRTI/s5152/IMG_1428.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5152" data-original-width="3864" height="978" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhv_Qs1petfBV6qBNzX04kqZQaQsiVXu4ZWNc8lAcxtHBw7QtFZas2WsABadEz6rFWNtpWCs1iUrFu-liM3AmjMsVVG0leVcCY2RYnecpTBWpOhoYN83fiDToA1RX6aZLCEkBmQ75_k_1MHupX55SA-t1U5vNQScdzOzwEX-eLb0mJc7kEhnowV7xGoRTI/w733-h978/IMG_1428.JPG" width="733" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">I like growing our own Birdseed and just supplement with Buying some Wild Bird Seed of the better quality. We get a lot of Wild Birds since our Community is like a Rural Oasis in the City with very Mature Trees and Acreages. I do wish they'd make more Mini Farm Communities so there would be more pockets like this and not these packed Residential and Multi-Residential endless Seas of Subdivision Hells. I don't think it's that people prefer them actually, it's just what's been built and so the main option with few other options. The same with Non-HOA Communities, they're scarcer and yet everyone I know would prefer NOT to have an HOA becoz most are out of Control and Oppressive, as well as they've become a Financial Hardship. They can charge whatever they want to charge for their Monthly required Fee. You can be Foreclosed on for not paying your HOA Fees. </i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHeL5aDS_CvV8NJZReG6hi7aGBuZQ3S0quVPbp94VyMiBL_-ti9pli7XputaOjGpBDV9ZEnU3iz3JDtaruFQvrOtcqNmXIXToLKwCYfmaJjNy9riTZom1vvMV90aQtGcoQze2Ylwlkv8xAM1Zqn6nrgMnV-qaIkTka4GJJFjxDgnvEhEuVfUk9QC_3jwM/s3831/IMG_0616.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3831" data-original-width="2567" height="1095" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHeL5aDS_CvV8NJZReG6hi7aGBuZQ3S0quVPbp94VyMiBL_-ti9pli7XputaOjGpBDV9ZEnU3iz3JDtaruFQvrOtcqNmXIXToLKwCYfmaJjNy9riTZom1vvMV90aQtGcoQze2Ylwlkv8xAM1Zqn6nrgMnV-qaIkTka4GJJFjxDgnvEhEuVfUk9QC_3jwM/w732-h1095/IMG_0616.JPG" width="732" /></a></div><br /><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></i><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Arizona revised Statutes require the HOA not to raise Fees more than 20% Annually without a Majority Vote from the Membership. But, think about it, 20% or even less, every Year, adds up considerably over Time. There are Communities where the HOA began at about $35 a Month and are now up over $400+ Monthly. Some HOA Fees are well over a Grand a Month... I remember when your entire Mortgage wasn't that much! In some Loft Apartments in the City, that own their Apartments, the Unit isn't even close to 1,000 sf, yet the HOA Fee is over $700 a Month for a cramped Apartment! I don't know what their HOA is doing for them to require that much Maintenance? They don't have Yards or Landscaping to Maintain, these are converted Industrial or Historic Commercial Properties with just a Sidewalk right out the Main Entrance!</i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8uvlgvZvSwRCBvAw3jdf7Iou6K3GcHatzk7asQDvzXiyBEtTIzZM2riP45UtLTzkj4MzhXNTfeLbIHG-p1kQw6drH0oC1BrF_tg9RhDFOp272WVWC5QkwF4AqyktfYPD2Ehs19ZH62UeqMAQvXmnAse8q5u-ToHi0oX2I9jirakkD73g3odSp-1eCUWY/s3368/IMG_1568.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3368" data-original-width="2263" height="1098" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8uvlgvZvSwRCBvAw3jdf7Iou6K3GcHatzk7asQDvzXiyBEtTIzZM2riP45UtLTzkj4MzhXNTfeLbIHG-p1kQw6drH0oC1BrF_tg9RhDFOp272WVWC5QkwF4AqyktfYPD2Ehs19ZH62UeqMAQvXmnAse8q5u-ToHi0oX2I9jirakkD73g3odSp-1eCUWY/w738-h1098/IMG_1568.JPG" width="738" /></a></div><br /><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></i><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">I spent Hours working on The RV Garage Mahal the other day and got tied up in Minutia and didn't make much of a difference in spite of all that Labor. It sucks when I don't feel I accomplished very much, yet spent most of the day doing it. Lately that's been the case tho', a lot of effort with very little seeming to get done, it's discouraging. I confess that I overwhelm quickly when a lot of progress isn't being made, it seems almost futile and a waste of valuable time to devote to it. Yet, it has to get done and right now most of the Main House is out of Order again. Maintenance just takes up a lot of time and I'm not very good at running damage control anymore behind daily living. I got too many things going on at once and I know it, so focus is scattered. I know that later this Month and the first couple Weeks of next Month I'll be moving an entire Showroom too.</i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfGk8BbyRAVFdVmQbhqAxvsHZ5wO3MHFa2lhyy2Ma5KmjE9LbL-X-illpmF1z4gM8uKHieqSjYHaJpHuYt9NcZe3X07xBIEWDdcHdKyS9iTBnx0XeraDZMeituqBZyWos646SeRlBwwTiwwTc7FqNUigqXv0mCt1WkCR-qCJprORtR5mjkkolxMuKhcs8/s3447/IMG_4370.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3447" data-original-width="2276" height="1124" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfGk8BbyRAVFdVmQbhqAxvsHZ5wO3MHFa2lhyy2Ma5KmjE9LbL-X-illpmF1z4gM8uKHieqSjYHaJpHuYt9NcZe3X07xBIEWDdcHdKyS9iTBnx0XeraDZMeituqBZyWos646SeRlBwwTiwwTc7FqNUigqXv0mCt1WkCR-qCJprORtR5mjkkolxMuKhcs8/w741-h1124/IMG_4370.JPG" width="741" /></a></div><br /><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></i><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">That's exciting, but it will be a lot of Work that I can't wait to get behind me and just over and done with. It will give me more focus on what I want to do there and having a Blank Canvas of a Space to Create that I can want to work with and be prouder of. Right now the existing Showroom is a Hot Mess, but, it is performing, so, I guess Customers like it, I just don't. It doesn't match the Vision I have for the direction I want to go and that's important to me as well as the making of income to supplement Retirement and a means of Downsizing excess here. I had really Hoped that this would be the Year I'd complete the Great Edit and Purge, that's clearly not happening now. I know it's very early in the Year, but once heat hits it's hard to do physical labor in a non-climate controlled Space. So... Tick-Tock.</i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjR60SWuuBrSWBmdq4GfwE2lO_Ts259hdxgwNGul8FFNi4M922DOVKK_SwylNlzcrlxs5W4_n920aoi2VZtWmebaDC5hTNC6MYO2j9ouy4400sKs_YaJTBHOqz7_ZgU-UAo1DekObNeyVmsIEJ_ZErTReuNg5pKWmkWq9uHlIPiGTKAwacoSfHrIJUKyn4/s5152/IMG_3804.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5152" data-original-width="3864" height="972" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjR60SWuuBrSWBmdq4GfwE2lO_Ts259hdxgwNGul8FFNi4M922DOVKK_SwylNlzcrlxs5W4_n920aoi2VZtWmebaDC5hTNC6MYO2j9ouy4400sKs_YaJTBHOqz7_ZgU-UAo1DekObNeyVmsIEJ_ZErTReuNg5pKWmkWq9uHlIPiGTKAwacoSfHrIJUKyn4/w729-h972/IMG_3804.JPG" width="729" /></a></div><br /><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></i><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">LATER: I went to the Gym and spent 20 Minutes on the Bike and did 5 Miles, way under what I used to do, but I'm rusty from a long absence of regularly doing it. Then they had a new Machine called a Hydromassage, which is Wonderful, so, I spent 10 Minutes getting a Hydromassage and it really helps stress melt away and reaches deep muscle tissue that might be causing pain and tension. I floated away when it was done, it was Awesome. I'm going to now go daily and have decided I can easily squeeze an Hour Block of Morning Time if I delegate 9:00-10:00am for doing just that and bring The Man at least once during the Week. The Wet Sauna was Closed for Maintenance so I couldn't get that in this day, but I got the long Hot Shower in to round out my Gym Session.</i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0lk5NgbtDXWTQLbraU-JkMJMl-rarnyk8FMV1DF63CYAw3mBOIQfX0vZKhmEch-J4tBnqaPv92CqdKzcjXruEq0wlw7RuwXLVRh5g5piE6f5draW_xmB2AHogUYeK8eysUAm_B8HYZcunKOpEbPNQpbrmrSL7yXtNUGI01JypiVrukT_KlaQKz1LTzZY/s5152/IMG_7869.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5152" data-original-width="3864" height="966" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0lk5NgbtDXWTQLbraU-JkMJMl-rarnyk8FMV1DF63CYAw3mBOIQfX0vZKhmEch-J4tBnqaPv92CqdKzcjXruEq0wlw7RuwXLVRh5g5piE6f5draW_xmB2AHogUYeK8eysUAm_B8HYZcunKOpEbPNQpbrmrSL7yXtNUGI01JypiVrukT_KlaQKz1LTzZY/w725-h966/IMG_7869.JPG" width="725" /></a></div><br /><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></i><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">I actually met another Senior there, a very Pretty Older Asian Lady who initiated a conversation and told me she Loved my Outfit. I don't really have Workout Gear, so I wear my stretchy bright Color Capris and a nice loose Tie Dye T-Shirt. When my Body morphs into something that is actually a Size and Shape I can Buy Cute Workout Gear, and not look hideous or ridiculous in it, I will. *Winks* It's rare people talk to each other at The Gym unless they know each other already, so it was nice to have someone be Sociable and Pleasant. An Elderly Man using one next to me, did show me how to use the Hydromassage, which was nice of him. I got the Workout Bike up to 105 mph for most of my Session on it, which wasn't bad. But, my Left Side was cramping, which is Weird since it's my Right Side that's been giving me problems, but that Side felt fine thru the entire Workout, go figure!!!?? </i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYodVkLK2GcZ37DnVVR3f_XQwHF_MYVAj_WrK0vftC5_MKuaolv9aIlQJWkhQusbIhoVOEvBtBBMv19ghuDgxVHZf2rv5mmgjUSVEocTVMiVzqWOkh7hAgV1bLcuzgvKxwlNTHn-Ttg95eV1XOfOOt_hp4M-xw1oZveNAQGbsuSWpboVxmmRoC3yHQ8k8/s5152/IMG_3022.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5152" data-original-width="3864" height="964" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYodVkLK2GcZ37DnVVR3f_XQwHF_MYVAj_WrK0vftC5_MKuaolv9aIlQJWkhQusbIhoVOEvBtBBMv19ghuDgxVHZf2rv5mmgjUSVEocTVMiVzqWOkh7hAgV1bLcuzgvKxwlNTHn-Ttg95eV1XOfOOt_hp4M-xw1oZveNAQGbsuSWpboVxmmRoC3yHQ8k8/w723-h964/IMG_3022.JPG" width="723" /></a></div><br /><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></i><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"> I can bring a Guest again and this time I asked The Son if he wants to go with me one Day when he gets off Work early or has a Day Off? Last time I brought The Daughter. </i><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Anyway, my resolve is to ramp up going, since I felt great and had forgotten how beneficial it makes me feel for just a little Investment of my Time and Energy. The restrictions of Time allowed for Seniors is annoying, but not impossible for me to work around, so no excuse not to go regularly really. Anyway, I had to cancel the Water Softener Service Call that had been scheduled for Tuesday, since, we had to rearrange the Furniture belonging to The Grandsons in order to make it accessible. </i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQrtm5T52OZKS7X0874XRpkeTORxfHrgOi-v5aLYZuaepIqtSyJglVwv3uH7tUHJfU28jb-7o7uRNMzA757ACS_wjunmsxarmCqDmyG-Kj9MARQLIeBEe2dusr5ht17zHbU0pmOx7uloevieWj5IqGFVLzarbnyvf9gs4q3KERGJKeyKNV8eOiewOF39Y/s5152/IMG_4000.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5152" data-original-width="3864" height="965" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQrtm5T52OZKS7X0874XRpkeTORxfHrgOi-v5aLYZuaepIqtSyJglVwv3uH7tUHJfU28jb-7o7uRNMzA757ACS_wjunmsxarmCqDmyG-Kj9MARQLIeBEe2dusr5ht17zHbU0pmOx7uloevieWj5IqGFVLzarbnyvf9gs4q3KERGJKeyKNV8eOiewOF39Y/w724-h965/IMG_4000.JPG" width="724" /></a></div><br /><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></i><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"> I wasn't sure the Kiddos could do it in time for the appointment so I cancelled it. Turns out they were able to, but, whatever, I can reschedule that Service anytime I want to and is most convenient. I don't want too much squashed on the March Calendar actually. This is a Month when you can do a lot Outside, so I don't want to be waiting around on Service People. Plus, the last thing I need right now is something that might cost Money to Service at the moment, until Taxes are done and the John Deere is either fixed or I Buy something to do the Acreage with in place of it, I just don't have the Cash on hand for more Home Maintenance than we've already spent recently. It's been an expensive few Months of Home Maintenance outlays.</i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"></i></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpsLRVZjDz5uHmr2fg6lfc3ApXrWfISgLZnKjbz36jeVjja2p1b2Jh9T_y5_XOW3l1y7dBsQBePykNiXxq9MJnV94JX7NWaGw69iptaKwA6JaMTuNHgc4GHY3tq0ak9Xf85fqY4yOdP9NhfHVR06IzT_Z2yVY5o3wkqr0HPEm_kKkn9IsjHQa1eMWQ-iA/s988/52818253_2032512053465177_2685252362783686656_o.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="988" data-original-width="731" height="973" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpsLRVZjDz5uHmr2fg6lfc3ApXrWfISgLZnKjbz36jeVjja2p1b2Jh9T_y5_XOW3l1y7dBsQBePykNiXxq9MJnV94JX7NWaGw69iptaKwA6JaMTuNHgc4GHY3tq0ak9Xf85fqY4yOdP9NhfHVR06IzT_Z2yVY5o3wkqr0HPEm_kKkn9IsjHQa1eMWQ-iA/w721-h973/52818253_2032512053465177_2685252362783686656_o.jpg" width="721" /></a></i></div><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><i> *******</i></div></i><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Happy Spring my Friends... Dawn... The Bohemian</i></p>Bohemianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03743017084098726581noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4825579903367960408.post-21883010954955820872024-03-09T07:54:00.000-08:002024-03-09T08:12:54.828-08:00Looking Primordial<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_wSb1iLePvCES9cMFACL9AZUJRObPTfEutn3HsjvlX4H6-PTrrSYqNII_8QgsDKXW78YMphVHNKFkK5ETUcvDAdWTpsUOhlg1TkRhGlq-62gTK_NnbB4AGLMhFbKOL8bmodIBRz7LI2amYmtVFoCLCCrC-JLhTwzAF8Pc9RPqfIz2JY8N5CzkEvvpwx0/s2015/431631959_7626094020776774_2508545611307329877_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2015" data-original-width="1504" height="1010" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_wSb1iLePvCES9cMFACL9AZUJRObPTfEutn3HsjvlX4H6-PTrrSYqNII_8QgsDKXW78YMphVHNKFkK5ETUcvDAdWTpsUOhlg1TkRhGlq-62gTK_NnbB4AGLMhFbKOL8bmodIBRz7LI2amYmtVFoCLCCrC-JLhTwzAF8Pc9RPqfIz2JY8N5CzkEvvpwx0/w755-h1010/431631959_7626094020776774_2508545611307329877_n.jpg" width="755" /></a></div><br /><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">I had an entire Post Written that was a Political Rant... just to be therapeutic, I had no intention of actually Publishing it. *LOL* I also have to sit down and organize my Taxes before Scheduling an Appointment with our CPA, so, not a Day I'm raring to tackle. *Le Sigh* My Bank still hasn't provided me with my 1099-DIV Statement, so, I'll have to go in again and ask whatssup with that? My Mortgage Company did finally provide their missing Tax Paperwork, 1.5 Months late past their required Deadline. I'm a Retired Bank Executive and I tell you, how Banks operate now isn't up to snuff anymore IMO. But, no more whining, I want this to be more of an Uplifting Post than a Downer. *Smiles*</i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZ1UekDTiK7ep71T_aSX9yScsGN7iEqGjdsWh6msIwC6lcMJgkXdVCdVW4CZm9rLUbw08lxoGttBOFbTgVOxkdqdfYIa3W6KzIBu1b2I4gBLBbczBc8B14-j3_t_V-WO7vSYSIJ835EXeAvlAuoMld_82fK7bOW9jcR9CSCUicEPCcLhOz9MEou7PnNro/s2015/430477381_7626689100717266_5680419252473997056_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2015" data-original-width="1504" height="1012" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZ1UekDTiK7ep71T_aSX9yScsGN7iEqGjdsWh6msIwC6lcMJgkXdVCdVW4CZm9rLUbw08lxoGttBOFbTgVOxkdqdfYIa3W6KzIBu1b2I4gBLBbczBc8B14-j3_t_V-WO7vSYSIJ835EXeAvlAuoMld_82fK7bOW9jcR9CSCUicEPCcLhOz9MEou7PnNro/w756-h1012/430477381_7626689100717266_5680419252473997056_n.jpg" width="756" /></a></div><br /><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></i><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Our torrential Rain Storms subsided and Water didn't get into the House, that's something to celebrate, becoz Flooding was a possibility given the amount of Rain dumped in a single Day. Even Sandbagging didn't eliminate the Threat, it crested above our Sandbagging twice in a Day! And... we have a Residential Property that Irrigates, due to being a Mini Farm Community, so, we can accommodate way more Water on our Land than the average Residential Property ever could. When we Irrigate the Water can be up around my Calves and still not Crest my Irrigation Berms, these Rains Crested them and the Sandbags. It did give The Son and I opportunity to get rid of 90% of the biggest Weeds, they pulled up like Butter with being in such saturated Earth.</i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjViMCdnbriXXm5sy-YcEXBzsJH8NXw139gxOIdsnx7JJhqIFg20KkC3TYa3mPE5adKw4cIqG79a1pSBbyIm6TFUP8aRk2gPde7hpsRYlPHVdOyfbkXHKAMGSjN0Ft-BcCIgrNkohnInEh5u2Po0npUmgKZJ2oP-CHOfpMYGbUd1JJ-eLSlY6ugIG5Fp3w/s2015/430721346_7626715204047989_5949721308403302728_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2015" data-original-width="1504" height="1003" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjViMCdnbriXXm5sy-YcEXBzsJH8NXw139gxOIdsnx7JJhqIFg20KkC3TYa3mPE5adKw4cIqG79a1pSBbyIm6TFUP8aRk2gPde7hpsRYlPHVdOyfbkXHKAMGSjN0Ft-BcCIgrNkohnInEh5u2Po0npUmgKZJ2oP-CHOfpMYGbUd1JJ-eLSlY6ugIG5Fp3w/w749-h1003/430721346_7626715204047989_5949721308403302728_n.jpg" width="749" /></a></div><br /><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></i><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">So, now around the Pool and around the 5th Wheel, Fire Pit area and RV Garage Mahal, which is all Graveled, is practically now Weed Free. The Pasture area and Front Yard however, looks Primordial. *LOL* In a way I think that's Cool, we don't have an HOA, so aren't under pressure from the Devil of one, to eliminate everything someone anal might consider a nuisance or eyesore to their delicate sensibilities and rigid 'rules' they make up based on their specific whims. *Whew* I can't even begin to tell you how Liberating and Uplifting just THAT is my Friends. *Ha ha ha* If every HOA were to spontaneously combust or be set on fire, I'd bring the Marshmallows to Toast to it. *Winks*</i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhP8sycZJqLx9aNc3C-_xt6HdF9YZ6YvQgM0bn_pQObaBHWo6qfX_lEm9DpSaNQYi3w7oElDYEALkF6wuB-MAk2N8KyGoqRQEswxTjf9RTjhBoOeYuZjAjUbq99XHihF9wV7T9nWnT9JWt_UiTtnpJCNmirvd15jw4Eq5miY5CIARVhrc12V-331VFOH1A/s2015/430647651_7626692057383637_5468816380738593752_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2015" data-original-width="1504" height="999" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhP8sycZJqLx9aNc3C-_xt6HdF9YZ6YvQgM0bn_pQObaBHWo6qfX_lEm9DpSaNQYi3w7oElDYEALkF6wuB-MAk2N8KyGoqRQEswxTjf9RTjhBoOeYuZjAjUbq99XHihF9wV7T9nWnT9JWt_UiTtnpJCNmirvd15jw4Eq5miY5CIARVhrc12V-331VFOH1A/w746-h999/430647651_7626692057383637_5468816380738593752_n.jpg" width="746" /></a></div><br /><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></i><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">I knuckled down and worked on organizing my Taxes, it's never hard and never takes that long so I don't know why I dread doing it every damned year and wait 'til the last Minute? It's one of those ridiculous procrastinations becoz you can't avoid it and it's not a Big Deal really, but you almost get too inside your own Head about it being an Ordeal for you to do. My Organizational Skills aren't a particular strength and seem to be weakening with Age but I keep pretty accurate and tidy Records when it comes to Documents I need to have and a Method that Works for me. Our CPA is always impressed, I make his Job so much easier. </i><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"> I used to do my own Taxes, but with Age, don't want to keep abreast of all the Tax changes etcetera and imagine I might not fuck it up. So, I pay the price to have it done for me to ensure it's done Right. *LOL and Le Sigh* </i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaX0EOIRUeXWYqc1KH6U6LGkUXjhmPYbpfjIy7U7SGBWInkz5NCOkJwBrtMp1aINr-Ga_5YaahjQK_whpOqsDPrgRM6kBwbhyphenhyphen1FBQl_ePs-Lm_qe5iAlxb2cTxwNBmtxpppRf0_6AkNWt5SPrSo8Jab0Th-SokHlH0JuGq6vKDXM3-Zwxwz3dI33CoDCI/s2015/430465558_7626691057383737_8910669499026962336_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2015" data-original-width="1504" height="997" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaX0EOIRUeXWYqc1KH6U6LGkUXjhmPYbpfjIy7U7SGBWInkz5NCOkJwBrtMp1aINr-Ga_5YaahjQK_whpOqsDPrgRM6kBwbhyphenhyphen1FBQl_ePs-Lm_qe5iAlxb2cTxwNBmtxpppRf0_6AkNWt5SPrSo8Jab0Th-SokHlH0JuGq6vKDXM3-Zwxwz3dI33CoDCI/w745-h997/430465558_7626691057383737_8910669499026962336_n.jpg" width="745" /></a></div><br /><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></i><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"> I think we're set up for an Appointment on the 15th with our CPA, and everything is in Order enuf now to get it done if they don't require the actual 1099-DIV, I got a Quote on how much Dividend Earnings I had, so, hopefully I won't have to delay having it done due to the Bank's incompetence at sending out the appropriate End of Year Tax Forms? It annoys me when any Company isn't doing their Job and meeting even basic Requirements, but, it's so commonplace now that it doesn't even surprise me. We outsource so much now to save $$$ that usually it's someone in Bangladesh or another 3rd World Country doing the Work anyway for Sweat Shop Wages. Usually I can barely understand whose taking the Calls becoz English isn't their 1st Language and they're reading off a Script and can't really delve deep into your problem with actual knowledge or expertise.</i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIE909uIQINCH2dB8-SUCmKnqXpxUA2DaCMw65VSIqJFBWZqWo5_0isfgOwJlF6Oc-YTiBao9fq5xdU9hc7zza1NG4qG6sIVdgL0GsALn4lLsrgK_8jwFA3eQ34v46OAfQKY2JqSoHndbV8Rg6RzVWsvvIyElycoDppaU6fhxoVp-ERy6eufCAqOvUFIw/s2015/429587899_7626693180716858_6095752866008966617_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2015" data-original-width="1504" height="992" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIE909uIQINCH2dB8-SUCmKnqXpxUA2DaCMw65VSIqJFBWZqWo5_0isfgOwJlF6Oc-YTiBao9fq5xdU9hc7zza1NG4qG6sIVdgL0GsALn4lLsrgK_8jwFA3eQ34v46OAfQKY2JqSoHndbV8Rg6RzVWsvvIyElycoDppaU6fhxoVp-ERy6eufCAqOvUFIw/w741-h992/429587899_7626693180716858_6095752866008966617_n.jpg" width="741" /></a></div><br /><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></i><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">And LATER: That's just what happened with my Bank apparently. I went in and talked to a Teller about needing my 1099-DIV, the Teller didn't even know what Dividend Income was, I had to explain it to him!!! Apparently he doesn't take Stock Options, or, they're not offered to Employees anymore, not sure which? So, I asked to speak to someone with more knowledge and expertise. The Manager comes up and has to tell me that they now Outsource all their Investment, Securities and Brokerage Accounts, JP Morgan Chase doesn't assist you with any of that if you have a problem with any of it! Of coarse, neither does the Company they Outsourced, they're just a Global Financial Recordkeeper. Splendid. I'd have to move my Stock over to another Broker-Dealer in order to get actual Customer Service that can deal with any problem and Pay a Commission and Service Fees! </i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvjXa54fLHER2ClZ1_nt8tnhWxkeWQozOVYyQMnN0EBveBJ3h4Bb0HfBHg-L_4FX7GBZ4xBppV9rvrl-t9es3ES3Lpk1lQpqzD9tLZVwCRsGbM1T-Hhmm2hgDToc7eJY9BvuJZ0Xamo_a9ai9mVYS8JD8RFcH3gVvhJdgxpRVaFgWWIfjKO5CSSyVG8Vo/s2015/429580660_7626695140716662_6086418061651229592_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2015" data-original-width="1504" height="988" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvjXa54fLHER2ClZ1_nt8tnhWxkeWQozOVYyQMnN0EBveBJ3h4Bb0HfBHg-L_4FX7GBZ4xBppV9rvrl-t9es3ES3Lpk1lQpqzD9tLZVwCRsGbM1T-Hhmm2hgDToc7eJY9BvuJZ0Xamo_a9ai9mVYS8JD8RFcH3gVvhJdgxpRVaFgWWIfjKO5CSSyVG8Vo/w738-h988/429580660_7626695140716662_6086418061651229592_n.jpg" width="738" /></a></div><br /><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></i><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Okay, so forget about it, I'm just gonna roll with the verbal Quote the Bot gave me on my Stock Income for 2023 and keep the last Statement sent to me with my Dividend Income for that Quarter. If the IRS needs anything further I'll ask them if they could put the screws on the Company who neglected to provide it to me and that I've exhausted all ways to get it sent to me this Year. It's their Legal Obligation to provide your Tax Documents, I can't pull this shit out of my Ass. Their Deadline was February 15th and apparently, from what the Manager told me, a lot of Customers never received theirs either, so, clearly there is a Problem that is not being addressed. And when Customers come in to resolve it, they're receiving no actual Customer Service. Can I just say I'm not Surprised?</i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEij7obR0KEzXP2X3Qlu-Y6u856SseczVrbMTZ2wPejQ9xExMRPpyUN_XDzqYh1RB1t7BwvP3ClwCTuD0-gwTxXHAmK2K0fFsya3jAnpK5k5yMzSKCT6yAPWGQiCoCPPpDDdFFDvM4APAMDME6fVvYOkFXveWFkkbwZUCsYuBJS-JnzP-_QQA2Obj2gcXzQ/s2200/017.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2200" data-original-width="1648" height="984" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEij7obR0KEzXP2X3Qlu-Y6u856SseczVrbMTZ2wPejQ9xExMRPpyUN_XDzqYh1RB1t7BwvP3ClwCTuD0-gwTxXHAmK2K0fFsya3jAnpK5k5yMzSKCT6yAPWGQiCoCPPpDDdFFDvM4APAMDME6fVvYOkFXveWFkkbwZUCsYuBJS-JnzP-_QQA2Obj2gcXzQ/w738-h984/017.JPG" width="738" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">So, anyway, my Appointment for the 15th of this Month stands with my CPA then, when I went in they told me they can do my Taxes with the Verbal Quote of that Dividend Income. There's probably some Portal out there, that if I wasn't Tech Challenged, I could enter and retrieve something, but, I don't have a Printer, and, I don't do Portals. And I grew weary of talking to their Bots, I don't know if they actually hire Human Beings to do any of the Work/Customer Service anymore? *LOL* The Bots give you Options, but, they have trouble understanding even Basic Problems you're having, they mostly want to Sell you Product or do Product Transfers, not sort out shit their Company neglected to provide or do that which is required of them. It's the New Way of Things... so, Moving On...</i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeTVLLGJ1t6t0R-WYoyQGdWdvFfgrhxcvvLWJsD660TTQpVx1otg_10TWusYclbo7JZHX4BPraxO3kU8eOtgQ8XqHVk-oA7tBMdinLkdZUJoqlyvqoc2ZxvNdUP7ZbAPEGFdXLFWSQruhlhRn_dxKxYYDprfoebNhoRgYGQVsgrw1hGKWXN9_wY3qrDiM/s3296/095.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3296" data-original-width="2472" height="976" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeTVLLGJ1t6t0R-WYoyQGdWdvFfgrhxcvvLWJsD660TTQpVx1otg_10TWusYclbo7JZHX4BPraxO3kU8eOtgQ8XqHVk-oA7tBMdinLkdZUJoqlyvqoc2ZxvNdUP7ZbAPEGFdXLFWSQruhlhRn_dxKxYYDprfoebNhoRgYGQVsgrw1hGKWXN9_wY3qrDiM/w732-h976/095.JPG" width="732" /></a></div><br /><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></i><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">But, I Promised you an Uplifting Post too and dammit I'm gonna Deliver!!! *Bwahahahaha* So, I took some Pixs of some of the Product I brought in to the Showroom in the way of T-Shirts we're hawking. I had Customers flooding into the Showroom on Friday Night while I was re-stocking them. The Garment part of our Showroom is now the biggest draw so Princess T and I have decided to expand upon that. We find it more Fun to do anyway and the Customers are receiving it with an eagerness you just don't get from Stocking Antiques or Vintage Product anymore. Most of the Tees are Vintage, or a Cross-Collectible Product. My Mannequins are For Sale too, so, it keeps them mostly Clothed, tho' every time I go in there they're all Naked again since we Sold the Wardrobe they were wearing. *LOL* </i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgScuWyas23_TnPom8yhtk11l6eKQuvitTiKtsa-5L4BTBQLX0fpN23tX7REDV6PyeWWfNsSZXi2iJIgkHgZx0TyB0aJL2YPvCdEQWhKAIdL-6arxoeF2_Wmvt0Mnr9fJSaLg-worayeDnxb6sUK67Acs0zhoGbs49qhIdkHUEKB4JrWppjD2JambBHf4w/s2199/096.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2199" data-original-width="1648" height="976" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgScuWyas23_TnPom8yhtk11l6eKQuvitTiKtsa-5L4BTBQLX0fpN23tX7REDV6PyeWWfNsSZXi2iJIgkHgZx0TyB0aJL2YPvCdEQWhKAIdL-6arxoeF2_Wmvt0Mnr9fJSaLg-worayeDnxb6sUK67Acs0zhoGbs49qhIdkHUEKB4JrWppjD2JambBHf4w/w732-h976/096.JPG" width="732" /></a></div><br /><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></i><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"> I began Selling Wardrobe becoz initially I didn't want Naked Male and Female Mannequins, people bring their Families in there, so I put Clothes on them that I didn't intend to Sell separately. But, Customers kept having me Called to ask if they could just Buy the Clothing the Mannequins were wearing, and so, now here we are. And, we're not Mad about it. *Smiles* The Lead Image of a Painting by Chevalier of Marvin Gaye is also up For Sale. I agonized whether to Sell or Keep it... so, if I don't get what I want for it, I'll just Keep it, how's that? *Winks* I usually do Well with my Art there, tho' it's a Subjective Product, so you never know what will be a Quick Turn with it. I know what Art I dig, but what you dig could be something completely different.</i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJ8c-oxAQfvW6SeWcqMiNcbWEltcS5XX2yrZO9-3SR_FVLZgh_bOx8hQYM6KIU6LP8dqFlAqpP5I-K-KRs8EfXHXyudAidbaX4X6AA2JT7z96xmvs1mN9BiADb0enuL35Z3sfF2zon_r5tJcnVGOKnVyWB4fbMKvhHohd134BUkw6pUZMdLEex0168A_M/s2782/029ee.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2782" data-original-width="1832" height="1110" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJ8c-oxAQfvW6SeWcqMiNcbWEltcS5XX2yrZO9-3SR_FVLZgh_bOx8hQYM6KIU6LP8dqFlAqpP5I-K-KRs8EfXHXyudAidbaX4X6AA2JT7z96xmvs1mN9BiADb0enuL35Z3sfF2zon_r5tJcnVGOKnVyWB4fbMKvhHohd134BUkw6pUZMdLEex0168A_M/w732-h1110/029ee.JPG" width="732" /></a></div><br /><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></i><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"> I just know I like how it looks in my Showroom, so I've been divesting myself of some of my Overstock of it from Home that I don't have Wall Space for. I have to detach sometime from my overage/excess of even the Coolest Objects I still Love. I also packed the Locked Case with Fresh Product from Princess T's stash of LPS, she had a lot of Bunnies, Chicks, Ducks and Lambs, just in time for Easter. She always Sells Out of her LPS and she's glad we now have a more Secure Location for it so she could bring it back into Inventory. We'd had to pull it for over a Year due to Loss Prevention Issues with mostly Adults stealing the popular Children's Toy Collectibles. Perhaps the occasional Child might Lift just One from Temptation or if their Parents refuse to Buy it, but the Adults will Steal them ALL in a single Heist sometimes and use Razors to cut the Bags.</i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvUqgjaq-wcdlMUpwc-tws7TvoowD8_RFmYE2JvO9CpgGmLWGduOd3WLqP_a4gI4nzrSF-rXEBvOUGCBRwAGqPuYYTB8i-XJBe1axNpBD2FrrIAYS5yl3dJVlCU367col3aJVsJ5iUWy8GCNcFyWnQaAgN8s9IyoKoTPObTxNecRUP0O3GEwvp3RTWkg0/s3296/136.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3296" data-original-width="2472" height="985" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvUqgjaq-wcdlMUpwc-tws7TvoowD8_RFmYE2JvO9CpgGmLWGduOd3WLqP_a4gI4nzrSF-rXEBvOUGCBRwAGqPuYYTB8i-XJBe1axNpBD2FrrIAYS5yl3dJVlCU367col3aJVsJ5iUWy8GCNcFyWnQaAgN8s9IyoKoTPObTxNecRUP0O3GEwvp3RTWkg0/w739-h985/136.JPG" width="739" /></a></div><br /><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></i><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">They like to leave the empty Bags in plain sight, so that you know you've been Victimized, which is intentionally flaunting their Crimes. So, I put Curses on every Thief that hits our Space. *Winks* Yes, we've often caught some on Video Surveillance, but usually they're long gone and the Management and Police never take Shoplifting as Seriously as they should. Which is why it's so rampant these days and the Five Finger Discount Crowd know that and exploit the lack of adequate deterrents. Actually, it goes from being a Misdemeanor Charge in our State to catching a Felony Charge if they do it in the company of any Child under 15 or any Vulnerable Adult they have with them, just sayin'.</i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjneP-1Ai06Sz9SH-MUTGjxmOb-q_psWjtc0R-3FuLdUsX4mNH9kKqpMbmgUBoqLV6dOKCyUHid_LUP97xDTyWGHzqoxxhpZu742tBD1yk6VyOfuXNHIZ3CCklP7CxWKE1dGRzqpmEM7AQRS9-I6oA7a0Fx8SYVyspMCQMcmChd96zMsvUVtp64x_hZalE/s3296/186.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3296" data-original-width="2472" height="988" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjneP-1Ai06Sz9SH-MUTGjxmOb-q_psWjtc0R-3FuLdUsX4mNH9kKqpMbmgUBoqLV6dOKCyUHid_LUP97xDTyWGHzqoxxhpZu742tBD1yk6VyOfuXNHIZ3CCklP7CxWKE1dGRzqpmEM7AQRS9-I6oA7a0Fx8SYVyspMCQMcmChd96zMsvUVtp64x_hZalE/w741-h988/186.JPG" width="741" /></a></div><br /><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></i><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"> Any Parent Shoplifting with their Kiddos in tow, not only risks becoming a Convicted Felon and Jailtime, but, losing their Kids to CPS. As it should be. I personally will Press Charges and go Hard for a Conviction. You might Think, that's harsh Dawn... but No, it's not. First, Theft isn't a Victimless Crime, we all suffer the consequences for Loss Prevention out of Control in the form of Higher Prices for Honest Customers and Companies shutting locations down in high Crime rate areas.</i><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"> Which then leads to Job Loss of those Employees in that Community and lack of convenient Shopping for the Community already suffering from Criminal Activities. Also, any Parent that is committing Crimes with their Children in tow and in the presence of a Minor, is Mirroring Behaviors the Children will pick up and think it okay, so, they aren't Fit to Parent, period.</i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgihP0ZeFZbJfcJtLwQCWl-IdBkjh9ThxMWPiCRRdYQFQOf2C9BO98_YI7fioRiTif32gydNb8r12Y7AkITZQev7-damYVOhh4Us9jEgka8Ilu7soVLnHirPfx6W2-U3-PIl2GWU1ncAbMkjCterFWH0zBUMSfbbG3EISZSqalapcfRxyBwmcYrXlUdiuU/s637/946371_585621381500612_1472959746_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="637" data-original-width="474" height="1000" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgihP0ZeFZbJfcJtLwQCWl-IdBkjh9ThxMWPiCRRdYQFQOf2C9BO98_YI7fioRiTif32gydNb8r12Y7AkITZQev7-damYVOhh4Us9jEgka8Ilu7soVLnHirPfx6W2-U3-PIl2GWU1ncAbMkjCterFWH0zBUMSfbbG3EISZSqalapcfRxyBwmcYrXlUdiuU/w744-h1000/946371_585621381500612_1472959746_n.jpg" width="744" /></a></div><br /><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></i><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">If they're bringing their Elderly or Severely Disabled Loved One along as Cover, well, that too is putting a Vulnerable Adult at risk. So, they're not Fit to be the Caregiver either or to be taking Gramma Shopping with them if they intend to commit Crimes and have her being an Accessory. The Cases I processed at the DA's Office, made me realize that often the Children or Vulnerable Adult were FORCED by the allegedly Responsible Adult committing and orchestrating the Crime, to be an unwilling Participant. Can you Imagine being a Child or someone's Elderly Parent or Grandparent and being Forced to be their Cover or their Lookout, or even Force you to Hold the Contraband, while you are aware they're intending to commit Crimes and went there specifically for that Purpose?</i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPX8zp6zBVLV4JOD3o_JkCZN9aP5gaW-ytA-1B2IgNXOyvNvS3Y4Vxvj9e8lk9L4SMXWl8bjOrwF8Xa6FTUAQZDhLgR_iuqe0qkB6mKUZL3M5yimDtNRiGRj-kPiKfDtMSpdAv1HEZ0E44dkEfBP0v18Od8Z87hqKn9ntVMICzRav2N9GTWQtpR_PAsV8/s3286/045.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3286" data-original-width="2438" height="1006" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPX8zp6zBVLV4JOD3o_JkCZN9aP5gaW-ytA-1B2IgNXOyvNvS3Y4Vxvj9e8lk9L4SMXWl8bjOrwF8Xa6FTUAQZDhLgR_iuqe0qkB6mKUZL3M5yimDtNRiGRj-kPiKfDtMSpdAv1HEZ0E44dkEfBP0v18Od8Z87hqKn9ntVMICzRav2N9GTWQtpR_PAsV8/w745-h1006/045.JPG" width="745" /></a></div><br /><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></i><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Okay, stepping down off Soapbox for that Mini Rant too, I realize I have not been a Ray of fucking Sunshine during this Post as I had Intended to be... Sorry. *LOL* Between Politics, Employees not up to their Jobs, and Criminals, well, sometimes a Day plays out to where discouragement about the Human Condition just irks me. *Ha ha ha* I Wake Up all enthusiastic and with Guarded Optimism... and then... Life happens. *Le Sigh* I used to be an Incurable Optimist, Optimism used to ooze out of me... and then... I landed my Balloon and allowed a lot of the Reality to just sink in and be dealt with Honestly. I can now see how Pessimists get to the place they're at. *LOL*</i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsvLsqXrh_g3wTc4QlUfCRBy0A_9P0IWhThN7CBgwFVUU6vpq6U9Fmh3XTySA-9IzQjV4LRE8X3h5erWqQOAnmSyhyphenhyphen1P1lAoSci_dzw6IPQ-AGtJ62tjkEE1NsbOc38A_i8mQK4FG5Ik7E1QPBaP77pbfNnAztWoLMVYY0XLYgLjrNk2EU2P7tFTOtmCQ/s2314/044.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2314" data-original-width="1617" height="1061" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsvLsqXrh_g3wTc4QlUfCRBy0A_9P0IWhThN7CBgwFVUU6vpq6U9Fmh3XTySA-9IzQjV4LRE8X3h5erWqQOAnmSyhyphenhyphen1P1lAoSci_dzw6IPQ-AGtJ62tjkEE1NsbOc38A_i8mQK4FG5Ik7E1QPBaP77pbfNnAztWoLMVYY0XLYgLjrNk2EU2P7tFTOtmCQ/w743-h1061/044.JPG" width="743" /></a></div><br /><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></i><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">I'm gathering the Trappings of what I want to use to Decorate the New Showroom. I haven't used my Gypsy Curtains in this Home since it has Wooden Plantation Shutters and a lot of Arched Windows. So, since, I have no use for them in The RV Garage Mahal, which has no Windows... or The Art Studio Space, which only has a Side Door with Windows and that has The Grandson's Gay Pride Flag hanging as a Curtain right now... I'll use them in the Showroom instead. *Smiles* They won't be For Sale, just Display to make the Space Attractive and Inviting, giving it a specific Vibe I wanna Conjure. But, if I get enuf requests asking, I might begin Making some to Sell, we'll see? I like mine too much to ever discard them, even if I have nowhere at Home to Display them anymore... dammit. I'd rather have them hanging up here, but, no Placement just means no Placement. </i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRVdlIguQRXz6Y6XZVZXX8-Ts9cIYsYLmjdvWMZM4OnEaoWdR-ajM-8DDTFRjVuzMmwrxKvuMJxWg6nCyckkHK_e4ztJuy6bTDa_Yjnj2rSErQf2fsGG8jQDp6i4Z0RNJGu4-L2kyDmeV_0fvizonG8ogB3LphvYhjF0xTm-Ei-FAg0X89fHhG3UXXf10/s2048/13667875_1229991773720396_1068301446555992955_o.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1152" height="1323" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRVdlIguQRXz6Y6XZVZXX8-Ts9cIYsYLmjdvWMZM4OnEaoWdR-ajM-8DDTFRjVuzMmwrxKvuMJxWg6nCyckkHK_e4ztJuy6bTDa_Yjnj2rSErQf2fsGG8jQDp6i4Z0RNJGu4-L2kyDmeV_0fvizonG8ogB3LphvYhjF0xTm-Ei-FAg0X89fHhG3UXXf10/w744-h1323/13667875_1229991773720396_1068301446555992955_o.jpg" width="744" /></a></div><br /><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></i><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">This Pix of The Man always makes me Smile, he'd never do Dreadlocks, but, I personally think he could Rock 'em. When he used to do Undercover Narcotics Work in his Adrenalin Junkie Days in between War Hero Military Service stints... he made a Bad Ass looking Outlaw Biker too. *Smiles* Anyway, I do have to get him in to our Friend John's Salon to get tidied up, he's looking rather like Blackbeard the Pirate these days. His Beard gets out of hand quickly and I did get him to let me trim it last time and I did a pretty good Job. But, I'm no Hair Stylist and I know I'd mess that part up so need someone who knows what they're doing to totally Tidy him Up. *Smiles*</i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPSJaFdSYTU2NZac23BGaCTUasdrHEriZaFKyzi6iW2TQrrna5OALAZFW-z79PPzFeArYNy421Aggj_oSvrbg9CgOsHEO3S91UkqGEHvB-gZmqyjF6O_xffaCsrWamf2KQOL49udUv2BkiL87RQTj3dQdgK0f543CJIKX7cxlhR7vOID3whTXTvCT7gnI/s1585/14195195_1256430464409860_4480331929209116871_o.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1585" data-original-width="1194" height="992" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPSJaFdSYTU2NZac23BGaCTUasdrHEriZaFKyzi6iW2TQrrna5OALAZFW-z79PPzFeArYNy421Aggj_oSvrbg9CgOsHEO3S91UkqGEHvB-gZmqyjF6O_xffaCsrWamf2KQOL49udUv2BkiL87RQTj3dQdgK0f543CJIKX7cxlhR7vOID3whTXTvCT7gnI/w747-h992/14195195_1256430464409860_4480331929209116871_o.jpg" width="747" /></a></div><br /><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></i><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">*******</i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Blessings, Love and Light during Springtime in the Arizona Desert... Dawn... The Bohemian</i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"> </i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></i></p>Bohemianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03743017084098726581noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4825579903367960408.post-60414538891037379052024-03-07T19:31:00.000-08:002024-03-07T19:42:59.742-08:00Torrential Rains ~ Is It Time For An Ark?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtXq28wYbOxvp1_SP6CkFpTArz7kzW5-ADsXWOlmpq6IpAB5Pa0k3mZ7iVlwm1DFHVo-7BlaYX_LYW7CF5f7EN2h-3NO4diWaVBwuiaGFzQY7kk_kt32QrJQR0PAuccGJLNR0HSPgUj4MXl4WHe50xZjx_Gb7cQ_AWBBVFGTBmCoW-MBOa8tVlGIJzQAI/s3296/039.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3296" data-original-width="2472" height="972" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtXq28wYbOxvp1_SP6CkFpTArz7kzW5-ADsXWOlmpq6IpAB5Pa0k3mZ7iVlwm1DFHVo-7BlaYX_LYW7CF5f7EN2h-3NO4diWaVBwuiaGFzQY7kk_kt32QrJQR0PAuccGJLNR0HSPgUj4MXl4WHe50xZjx_Gb7cQ_AWBBVFGTBmCoW-MBOa8tVlGIJzQAI/w729-h972/039.JPG" width="729" /></a></div><br /><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>Turns out Princess T's Dental Appointment was only for a Fluoride Treatment, so she was in and out before I could even get comfortable in the Waiting Room. *LOL* We had to wait 30 Minutes before she could eat and had planned to all go out for a Luncheon, her choice. So, we hit a Goodwill to squander the time together doing something enjoyable. We found some more Cool T-Shirts to Sell, a Gold Canyon Candle, a Vegan Cookbook, a Scrabble Tile Sign and some Rubber Art Stamps. A small modest Haul, but easy Turns and things we can Keep to use at Home too.</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBh94Rr8FUgAoxCjKIGcYynRCk1BwdwmSHi_3K4cmvdEOqhF_yf5lrI_nXqgIyUkeTAvdAFdn7onet2R5JeY8BJAdc4jfrMsyvWoq5sE9UNow9DC1-fQNe5Rb5RB23LirQk1rQKEtgWonxOeeYEakrG5yVivofCe9LpcFiNVWbM984eQya8oBNfRVmWm4/s5152/IMG_7920.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5152" data-original-width="3864" height="961" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBh94Rr8FUgAoxCjKIGcYynRCk1BwdwmSHi_3K4cmvdEOqhF_yf5lrI_nXqgIyUkeTAvdAFdn7onet2R5JeY8BJAdc4jfrMsyvWoq5sE9UNow9DC1-fQNe5Rb5RB23LirQk1rQKEtgWonxOeeYEakrG5yVivofCe9LpcFiNVWbM984eQya8oBNfRVmWm4/w721-h961/IMG_7920.JPG" width="721" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>With Gold Canyon Candles going belly up during Pandemic and not altering their Business Model to pivot after Home Parties wouldn't be possible anymore, we buy any we find in Chazzas. It seems some of the Distributors got stuck with Inventory and now just Donate them. Perhaps they were restricted on how they could Sell the Product unless it was at one of those Booked House Parties, like Tupperware used to, I dunno? I just know the only time I've seen them Sold outside of the Parties was at the State Fair {A Vendor Booth}, and one small Indie Post Office that had a limited Display of them. The little Indie Post Office Closed Years ago. Princess T uses up my Candles at an alarming rate, good thing I have a considerable stash. *LOL*</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvKj56-ChM39QB4akPStwRARijyXCOFkMcc92Qfs5pQGdHIzTHkEUF8k4ZE0msbwwDIQiV4k92dJfL1Nv4-NImuqz1Rd_t41Ra1ptDZeOep6VWdVwq0FXLEYiW8fj-rLQoW1m-rXF_G00iXiOgqtqEvbrX8g2QKQcYg7vk8EWv0NPaXde72sJdw4mEvWc/s5152/IMG_7919.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5152" data-original-width="3864" height="954" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvKj56-ChM39QB4akPStwRARijyXCOFkMcc92Qfs5pQGdHIzTHkEUF8k4ZE0msbwwDIQiV4k92dJfL1Nv4-NImuqz1Rd_t41Ra1ptDZeOep6VWdVwq0FXLEYiW8fj-rLQoW1m-rXF_G00iXiOgqtqEvbrX8g2QKQcYg7vk8EWv0NPaXde72sJdw4mEvWc/w715-h954/IMG_7919.JPG" width="715" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><i><br /></i></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>Sometimes her Room has so many Candles burning it's Five Degrees hotter than the rest of the House and looks like she's prepping for a Seancel! *LOL* I recall the Days of Tupperware Parties, Gold Canyon Candle Parties, Partylite Parties, Avon Parties, Pampered Chef Parties, Princess House Parties, Mary Kay Parties. The get-together atmosphere of being a Hostess of a Party was enjoyed by many, I Hosted a few, attended some, but, mostly didn't like the Concept. I didn't like that whoever Hosted one was trying to Solicit some of the Attendees to Host some too so they could earn Free Product. And to attend and NOT Buy seemed gratuitous attendance. That's how I always got somewhat pressured into being a Hostess or Buying. Depending on the Product, sometimes I didn't even like the Line or have use of it.</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEik4w-mb-JAY59ASr8ImLt_TO8NFas8CC7LrugITxqY8EynDP2EF4cV4qhNSpeNB7122tSFoiCkUgqYFl0TxELlT3hX7kW6J1hpGdTWRN5ODlPbLLn12nhfBr5jK_NpKKjNZB-g1w5xqTzT6SJ1aDyVDXaZ5QGV47MxSj8SzsHFMteGISoTcqDMmbffU2A/s499/3820008897_6ee4107447.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="499" data-original-width="352" height="1044" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEik4w-mb-JAY59ASr8ImLt_TO8NFas8CC7LrugITxqY8EynDP2EF4cV4qhNSpeNB7122tSFoiCkUgqYFl0TxELlT3hX7kW6J1hpGdTWRN5ODlPbLLn12nhfBr5jK_NpKKjNZB-g1w5xqTzT6SJ1aDyVDXaZ5QGV47MxSj8SzsHFMteGISoTcqDMmbffU2A/w737-h1044/3820008897_6ee4107447.jpg" width="737" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><i><br /></i></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i> Tho' I had plenty of people I knew who'd come to mine, after I'd already attended one, I didn't really need to buy more of whatever it was, even if I did like it or use it. One of my Native American Aunts Sold Avon for Years, it seemed like a lot of time and work for little reward financially. Yet, on the Rez there was no Work and she did what she could as a Single Parent Widow, so, I understand the Hustle made ends meet. One of my Female Roommates, when I was Single, became a Tupperware Dealer. So she and I had Tupperware out the Ass when we lived together. *Bwahahaha* The only thing I benefitted out of that was I could get her to give me the Party Prize Gifts you couldn't Buy nor always Win at a Party. Quid Pro Quo. *Winks*</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjF_SB6za9tVxqLUsNbXjkJS3M61EVrdnhl0MjbTo3qHD_oJXwsM95Z-SDh86S4rvghzUfZygzlXg0wbjUx3Z5f3i73JPfoKetntixIOdhbZ3FoRonICvOJNHaEvUmttA2FQha32LNcHGCyDv2YHIrEEB_VkWuoC-YfJgKWGz_owqXC0Tc7jpqUjHFF2xk/s640/Lot-Over-75-Vintage-Tupperware-Gadgets-Utensils-Hostess.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="508" height="926" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjF_SB6za9tVxqLUsNbXjkJS3M61EVrdnhl0MjbTo3qHD_oJXwsM95Z-SDh86S4rvghzUfZygzlXg0wbjUx3Z5f3i73JPfoKetntixIOdhbZ3FoRonICvOJNHaEvUmttA2FQha32LNcHGCyDv2YHIrEEB_VkWuoC-YfJgKWGz_owqXC0Tc7jpqUjHFF2xk/w735-h926/Lot-Over-75-Vintage-Tupperware-Gadgets-Utensils-Hostess.jpg" width="735" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><i><br /></i></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>To this day I Cherish some of those little Tupperware Party Gifts I've had and used for Decades, like my Citrus Peelers and Butter-Ups for Corn On The Cob. I Loved most of those damned Free Party Favor Gadgets and used them more often than the Product they actually Sold. *LOL* Now you can Buy almost anything Online at various sites, so, you could pick up the once coveted and elusive little Party Favors for a few Bucks. I didn't even know that the Citrus Peelers came in so many different Colors, I only had the Yellows and Oranges of it. But, clearly, judging by the Etsy Offerings of the Gadget, it came in a Rainbow of Hues, or does now, perhaps back when I got mine they just matched the Popular Era Colors of the Tupperware being Produced? </i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2u0zxoiOrEF0UmKzX-MMml4_hGgMfFDVysK7vr1bQFYhslDbw4Gc5RaMBGQayv8siMbaAwEzluUp9GXoSwdKUmfFwi9tdyJSARgPgaPEDaCLtreGzVKbu5BcLDbf0fboByTVe0wzo_Ohxfe56fOcSaGeOTm-x8aq_JwonDAAnqUIFvJNByM7gpDLO-us/s1059/il_794xN.5165519574_rpig.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1059" data-original-width="794" height="980" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2u0zxoiOrEF0UmKzX-MMml4_hGgMfFDVysK7vr1bQFYhslDbw4Gc5RaMBGQayv8siMbaAwEzluUp9GXoSwdKUmfFwi9tdyJSARgPgaPEDaCLtreGzVKbu5BcLDbf0fboByTVe0wzo_Ohxfe56fOcSaGeOTm-x8aq_JwonDAAnqUIFvJNByM7gpDLO-us/w735-h980/il_794xN.5165519574_rpig.jpg" width="735" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><i><br /></i></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">I know each Era of the Product had Popular Colors, just like Appliances did. I kind of prefer the Citrus Like Colors I have of the Peelers... I might only like to have a Lime Green one? Then I'd have all Four Colors on the Left. *LOL* I know I missed the Limited Production of the Tupperware Neons of the early 1990's. So bought mine much later secondhand when finding the rare and elusive Color Line of it at Chazzas... mostly to use for Picnics, since, that shit is indestructible. Well, unless you have a Male in the Family who melts yours... Yes, that happened to some of my Tupperware and I won't Name Names of the offending Males who did it. And didn't have the Sense to throw away the Evidence to hide the Crime and think I wouldn't notice. *Winks*</i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHc9yUU8-JFOTDqP5_fLBO5mwaX9iwcutVJg_aFxd3cFvQB3a4ALAlic_MBQkMKYorN4B2_nH4iu_TMgXcKtIxMGFU2VRhuS8GkPHy8VifQA_HAchQqR_KTQ7niFdEMBFLEi5YsXbo00Upe9ojgkJEpUroFYyDeHU7BMJl6jhgfWVGYfPmKz-JFnvZjzg/s5152/IMG_5366.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5152" data-original-width="3864" height="982" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHc9yUU8-JFOTDqP5_fLBO5mwaX9iwcutVJg_aFxd3cFvQB3a4ALAlic_MBQkMKYorN4B2_nH4iu_TMgXcKtIxMGFU2VRhuS8GkPHy8VifQA_HAchQqR_KTQ7niFdEMBFLEi5YsXbo00Upe9ojgkJEpUroFYyDeHU7BMJl6jhgfWVGYfPmKz-JFnvZjzg/w737-h982/IMG_5366.JPG" width="737" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">It reminds me of the time some rough housing went on and a Hole got punched in some Drywall. So, the Guys hung a little Antique Religious Picture over the Hole thinking I wouldn't notice. Only, said Picture was hanging about Hip High on a Wall that never would have had Art even on it, like the Elephant in the Room!!! Huge Eye Roll, since, the Hole would have perhaps been LESS noticeable or obvious?! *Bwahahahaha* Menfolk can be Funny like that with Cover Ups. I think us Gals are way more sneaky and Creative when it comes to the Cover Ups, don'tcha Think Ladies? It's Okay, you can Come Clean here with no condemnation. I know that The Man hardly notices anything EVER, even the Obvious, so, it's a cinch for me to pretend we've ALWAYS had whatever it was, he wouldn't recall. *LOL*</i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigMs3Z1QjppIYbQAX51JNjezWHvAUrxgGgSlbhFEGUqQHHD2kYBTMAI5hcxAqxLThTSBzCe6qccvYSymFVp0qxruYvoy-vkaia7xsVDx5BEu9KQVtSbPI6RNAmDwJsmIVxZIBp8XFQkpMRMkvmpJiR3aJvzjkwnTsffdugXoxTseYJcGBu9H0xZm3s-fQ/s5152/IMG_3360.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5152" data-original-width="3864" height="980" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigMs3Z1QjppIYbQAX51JNjezWHvAUrxgGgSlbhFEGUqQHHD2kYBTMAI5hcxAqxLThTSBzCe6qccvYSymFVp0qxruYvoy-vkaia7xsVDx5BEu9KQVtSbPI6RNAmDwJsmIVxZIBp8XFQkpMRMkvmpJiR3aJvzjkwnTsffdugXoxTseYJcGBu9H0xZm3s-fQ/w735-h980/IMG_3360.JPG" width="735" /></a></div><br /><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></i><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Sometimes I'll even exaggerate hilariously to see if he'd even Question a response, he doesn't, and it Amuses me. Let's just Pretend for a Moment, that he actually did or has noticed something... it's a stretch... but, <b><u>it could happen</u></b>. *Said in my best Judy Tenuta impersonation. Bwahahahaha* So, he could or might ask, "When did we get THAT?" And I'll exaggerate and say 20 Years ago, and, he'll say Oh... and Move On... even if I actually got it Yesterday... or Five Minutes ago. He might have even been with me when we JUST got it... doesn't matter. And more importantly, he could Care Less. And so, it's all Good. And the Kiddos might Quip, how could Dad/Grandpa even know WHAT we have Mom/Gramma, when there's so much and we probably have several? *LMAOROTF, Point taken, and... more importantly, I could Care Less... Winks*</i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4t279NQFYbkdCeK1HCzJ8ojtLOQb-LV-PggbiJ0zzRUS-HZNsb9BCcfRpirWA-1UjGmuezmUGTZibbSZwQl0MXh6nqiSXymqKhXXvxFVPqTRBstnLF1MQwJdzmtcrmsCvZs2p-72xMB1u6NEeuBBH3iZdZyCvMi0LeBsExkXYa9zblpJRhRavJe1sNFo/s5152/IMG_4373.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5152" data-original-width="3864" height="980" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4t279NQFYbkdCeK1HCzJ8ojtLOQb-LV-PggbiJ0zzRUS-HZNsb9BCcfRpirWA-1UjGmuezmUGTZibbSZwQl0MXh6nqiSXymqKhXXvxFVPqTRBstnLF1MQwJdzmtcrmsCvZs2p-72xMB1u6NEeuBBH3iZdZyCvMi0LeBsExkXYa9zblpJRhRavJe1sNFo/w735-h980/IMG_4373.JPG" width="735" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Lately my biggest challenge is getting motivated to get dressed in the Morning and begin the day. Once I do wrestle myself into some real clothes I get a lot done, but jump starting myself is getting to be challenging. I have some Sciatica that is flaring up down my Right Side and it's quite painful. When I finally get in a comfortable position I just don't wanna move and have it start aggravating me again. I have a high threshold for pain, but, doing things when you're not pain free is harder. I had an unexpected call from Lifetime Fitness asking if I was Okay since they hadn't seen me in a while at their Gym. It gave me the perfect opportunity to sweetly bring up the Issue of them restricting Hours for us Seniors being the reason. So, perhaps that will get back to Corporate? *Winks*</i></div><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkKkjbBmw-VnxDGtgPnzPgrZlBDu_NPjvRNjDjrlNJ7yJd0mBrQjXi7a_SMk7_E1Fh7-Qz4nPyJvRc9KzMq4EniJBJqubjzIjcuCRAX573lQ4u9s4B-k0GL48R8dXq6CgZwa8B_4_xNFGlXWlBVNgmig7FqfPnuvtoy3fRiTO5tkyd8FFk6ft2WFknpck/s400/Magnolia_Pearl.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="400" data-original-width="360" height="814" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkKkjbBmw-VnxDGtgPnzPgrZlBDu_NPjvRNjDjrlNJ7yJd0mBrQjXi7a_SMk7_E1Fh7-Qz4nPyJvRc9KzMq4EniJBJqubjzIjcuCRAX573lQ4u9s4B-k0GL48R8dXq6CgZwa8B_4_xNFGlXWlBVNgmig7FqfPnuvtoy3fRiTO5tkyd8FFk6ft2WFknpck/w733-h814/Magnolia_Pearl.jpg" width="733" /></a></div><br /><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></i><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">The Young Woman was darling and I explained that I always went before 9:00 a.m. or really late in the Evening, before they restricted those Hours for us Seniors at the first of the Year. I had coverage at Home for my Caregiving commitments really early or really late, since the other Generations are Home to cover for me, so then she understood my long absence. That restricting my Age Group to only being allowed to go from 9:00 am-3:00pm is really not working well for me being able to get there and conflicts with my obligations. I just want them to understand that us Seniors have a Life and Commitments or a Schedule too, many of us also Work, so, it's not just the Young People that have to be accommodated with Members Hours. </i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhioa7MgGf3YbNZ7E37RQeRsglN1AH2epM0OodBFK3ed6g0OlvzDTUc9QiX1yinGEiJcyhLEjw8nOhFFVvp0E3NMTRZgtZYOycseH40ZlUgxLpbzcRacbtGIIBDmFe_nJ8h9vAMJ0WIqbgJXbRBjB0K_jEQwl3oRcoKyu_ANz1QFOuYS5ZyP6YBRXT3SHE/s5152/IMG_7618.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5152" data-original-width="3864" height="968" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhioa7MgGf3YbNZ7E37RQeRsglN1AH2epM0OodBFK3ed6g0OlvzDTUc9QiX1yinGEiJcyhLEjw8nOhFFVvp0E3NMTRZgtZYOycseH40ZlUgxLpbzcRacbtGIIBDmFe_nJ8h9vAMJ0WIqbgJXbRBjB0K_jEQwl3oRcoKyu_ANz1QFOuYS5ZyP6YBRXT3SHE/w726-h968/IMG_7618.JPG" width="726" /></a></div><br /><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></i><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">I'm still Grateful for Medicare paying for my Membership and will use it when I can manage the restricted Hours better, but, right now, it's not convenient to go between 9:00 am and 3:00 pm. It's odd to me they restricted us Seniors to the busiest segment of the day, that's when I see most people being there at our location. When I used to go at about 7:00 am nobody was there, or if I'd go after 10:00 pm nobody was there either, so I wasn't taking up valuable Space during the Hours best suited for me. In fact, it was Peaceful and uncrowded, I'd often have the Wet Sauna all to myself. Well, until they began not Opening it up until after 8:00 am, which is about the time I'd be leaving and didn't work well for me to get a Sauna in to my visit. So, not all their Changes were Positive, but, I still like the Facility a lot and couldn't afford it on my Dime. I want and need to keep myself Fit and Healthy.</i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLHeY_NK8AGljNeNjLmUI1-IBYlF34VeujRYxKS4JIjQNXVZ_OUeYBsOX7NIazpiygvfZ5eS3eUxElA6xhhTYRUhedvHWeZzMEW2gtrl7h8qJj36et-jekMci5VDp_aCUifaZvWUyNtawlyp4_TooDCI1lalG06wCOo203e_ziOzcwCbJ6kxLn3gAYUIo/s5152/IMG_7559.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5152" data-original-width="3864" height="964" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLHeY_NK8AGljNeNjLmUI1-IBYlF34VeujRYxKS4JIjQNXVZ_OUeYBsOX7NIazpiygvfZ5eS3eUxElA6xhhTYRUhedvHWeZzMEW2gtrl7h8qJj36et-jekMci5VDp_aCUifaZvWUyNtawlyp4_TooDCI1lalG06wCOo203e_ziOzcwCbJ6kxLn3gAYUIo/w723-h964/IMG_7559.JPG" width="723" /></a></div><br /><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></i><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">I'm very careful with what I eat now and stick with my GOLO Method suggestions, which are working really well for me. I do exercise outside of a Gym, I am an avid Walker and doing so in Nature is preferable to me than walking on a Treadmill in a Gym. I need Sensory Stimulation to keep at something for long periods of time. I think it could be the Adult ADHD that requires things being interesting or I Zone Out and lose Interest rather quickly? *LOL* If something or someone is boring then I find it torturous to endure it or them. *Smiles* You could be the biggest Weirdo on the Planet, but if you're fascinating and pique my interest, we could be Friends. *Winks* I'm one of those unusual people that doesn't mind you showing me all the Pixs of your Family and Vacations. I LIKE the privilege of you Sharing snippets of your Life and your Moments that are Special to you.</i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivYjmu0k9eklhDgQAT1mVyEeOFTb24VSW5gYNSiJor7pOOo5NC3ucNy0LwQPoY70sv-pkglcgXkCN2wzWaxiuuCRFqw6Q-1tio0Bpm3KbWyHoBDY8SLPo77JwgWFx2j-W_9O89ANFDI0mDpYmFjTyJQG5MYV2asMTwMyR1j6Q7PoS_uz7C9QKJLZLEJUo/s5152/IMG_4715.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5152" data-original-width="3864" height="969" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivYjmu0k9eklhDgQAT1mVyEeOFTb24VSW5gYNSiJor7pOOo5NC3ucNy0LwQPoY70sv-pkglcgXkCN2wzWaxiuuCRFqw6Q-1tio0Bpm3KbWyHoBDY8SLPo77JwgWFx2j-W_9O89ANFDI0mDpYmFjTyJQG5MYV2asMTwMyR1j6Q7PoS_uz7C9QKJLZLEJUo/w727-h969/IMG_4715.JPG" width="727" /></a></div><br /><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></i><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Especially the Positive and Uplifting stuff, it makes me realize that Life can be really Good and there's lots on the Planet to be enjoyed. Especially if we focus on that which is the most Positive Experiences and not just the doom and gloom or challenges and Issues of Life. I know that for me 2024 started out rather challenging in many ways, which is a bummer. But I'm pretty excited about some of the Positive things that are happening and I have to look forward to. This Month a lot is happening for me that is exciting to contemplate and move forward with. And Spring... there's just something about it, isn't there? Even tho' Winter in the Desert isn't as dormant as most locations, and makes us a Mecca for Winter Visitors escaping harsh Winters elsewhere, Spring just has an Energy and Renewal about it's Season that is very exciting.</i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvTOX_yuLlvgSU0f0VzII2fsEiRTvSahHkD183KUi8TUrSMKPerkZH-g3P0ikbaQzsvhyQmyzk5Lzb1GQYasvOSN3u9X0-UhWQo_aEX7oEe-fBOMJOHLoaXHZkKjg37zCxF1ZnAgwbefKow6vNkZLa3qicshUZwtNxNVJibuiuD5Dw0PnVrQqCpDe-eCw/s4182/IMG_7692.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4182" data-original-width="2788" height="1085" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvTOX_yuLlvgSU0f0VzII2fsEiRTvSahHkD183KUi8TUrSMKPerkZH-g3P0ikbaQzsvhyQmyzk5Lzb1GQYasvOSN3u9X0-UhWQo_aEX7oEe-fBOMJOHLoaXHZkKjg37zCxF1ZnAgwbefKow6vNkZLa3qicshUZwtNxNVJibuiuD5Dw0PnVrQqCpDe-eCw/w722-h1085/IMG_7692.JPG" width="722" /></a></div><br /><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></i><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">We had torrential Rains for about half an Hour, it dumped enough it looked like a Waterfall coming off the Roof and filled a huge 4 Ft. Rain Barrell we use to catch water coming off the Roof so it doesn't flood the back Patio area!!! It still crested over the Sandbags, but luckily was a brief flooding, so, it receded in the Three Hours since. It also made it easier to pull the larger Weeds, which with all the Rains, have gone berserk and were like little Trees and in impacted dirt, are impossible to otherwise pull out by their entire Root system. They were so saturated now they came up like Butter and The Son and I got to work on the largest and most stubborn of them while we had opportunity to do a lot with more ease.</i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZh9NvZQ-sdid76vLljUBGKSDK5IOPUe_zs0ndRILV0HyuFdQFnsqyrEWQkXaPBcJKXNDEd_YvVu8uSlbKG_v365uxAwbYV1tqEFtFH8FFELe97oWf7a4b5XMI351Iai6WMBGLZ3EXDDJWaI6nE0Cd5yUG9sBnHRMOQURurQF7kKpOrqTfIQJ2_QqpFkg/s1600/s-l1600%20(2).jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1200" height="960" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZh9NvZQ-sdid76vLljUBGKSDK5IOPUe_zs0ndRILV0HyuFdQFnsqyrEWQkXaPBcJKXNDEd_YvVu8uSlbKG_v365uxAwbYV1tqEFtFH8FFELe97oWf7a4b5XMI351Iai6WMBGLZ3EXDDJWaI6nE0Cd5yUG9sBnHRMOQURurQF7kKpOrqTfIQJ2_QqpFkg/w720-h960/s-l1600%20(2).jpg" width="720" /></a></div><br /><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></i><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">With the John Deere Tractor Mower crapping out, Weeds got a grip, around the Pool is Gravel, so we always have to pull those by Hand tho'. The Son has been trimming our Hedges and Bushes but the Grass hasn't been touched since the Killer Bee Attacks killed the Tractor Mower and tried to Kill all Humans during the attacks too. Luckily, all Humans survived the attacks, the Tractor did not. The fact those Africanized Bees can Kill a Machine was pretty damned impressive, I ain't gonna lie, that's dedication to their Territory and Hive that is unbelievable. Hundreds of them died for their Cause and sacrificed themselves in the process, piles of them! That's Sci-Fi Horror Movie stuff too, scary, The Son is still traumatized by his attack, TJ too.</i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAC2IuFZ9guIIFGkQSKgCm01TCHGpWNBAWoL5baa5x9MpcU-YDZtxi98k8mav0HNTDGuorvAyN_wbHqt0zsHUGrjPc2kzutxhx17hEAW4dRS2W8Xn769zA3OwRtxBZ7AF-q00LNBOyhGtIkl2daaem70xqRVwZd5DbYn2dw3ojtrcsxgPN36UBGBv8gzg/s1600/s-l1600%20(3).jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1200" height="955" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAC2IuFZ9guIIFGkQSKgCm01TCHGpWNBAWoL5baa5x9MpcU-YDZtxi98k8mav0HNTDGuorvAyN_wbHqt0zsHUGrjPc2kzutxhx17hEAW4dRS2W8Xn769zA3OwRtxBZ7AF-q00LNBOyhGtIkl2daaem70xqRVwZd5DbYn2dw3ojtrcsxgPN36UBGBv8gzg/w716-h955/s-l1600%20(3).jpg" width="716" /></a></div><br /><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></i><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Princess T doesn't even wanna see pictures of Bees now after she got attacked. She stepped on a dying one the other day and still got stung on her bare Foot and it's swollen. I don't think it was from that Hive, which has been eradicated on Omar's Family's Property, but, it is the time of Year everything is in Bloom, so, Bees are still everywhere doing their Thing. Nature needs them, but the American Honeybees aren't the problem, the invasive African Killer Bee Species not Native to here is the problem and they've taken over now in many States and other Countries. The trouble with introducing Species not Native to any place is the carnage that usually it creates on Native Species. The problems to Humans usually caused by invasive introduced Species that Nature never intended to be in certain places is significant too. </i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxLGtWQnQYV0xgX68BEQtfMzZHJTLNX0nHhWsGDSYyrzmk7IhVryAj3eTqMHUfJmIT3PIbnYiRbDWbxMhjuM7-6tBQqhFeWofImGUzl0AC_XeA0K1-MUePPIObf6ySF-gRZufo-urMsrN8eteSGPe1C6yfRLoaxSjbRtDHMm_NrzNWs1I_yMsU97AAD00/s1338/s-l1600%20(4)d.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1338" data-original-width="916" height="1049" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxLGtWQnQYV0xgX68BEQtfMzZHJTLNX0nHhWsGDSYyrzmk7IhVryAj3eTqMHUfJmIT3PIbnYiRbDWbxMhjuM7-6tBQqhFeWofImGUzl0AC_XeA0K1-MUePPIObf6ySF-gRZufo-urMsrN8eteSGPe1C6yfRLoaxSjbRtDHMm_NrzNWs1I_yMsU97AAD00/w718-h1049/s-l1600%20(4)d.jpg" width="718" /></a></div><br /><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></i><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">A lot of serious infestations have disrupted Nature and the Natural Order of things now. All becoz Humans felt the Need to remove something from where it should be, and introduce it somewhere never meant to be. Anyway, right now the battle is with Weeds... I pulled them 'til I got tired, The Son lasted longer, it's not something that we can complete in a day tho' and he worked all day, so... we just work at it 'til tired, then stop. The Man and I will be having our Anniversary the middle of this Month. He Jokes that he would have Served less Time for Murder. *Bwahahaha* He lets me just Buy what I want for an Anniversary Gift I'd like and really want, he's just not good at Gift Buying or Shopping... at. all. </i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"></i></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1fpfAlembwWjQ_vp6kOeEWHwrjjsSCImE8Ti7Lko9gYHj9it89kTpXgWvK89prGlMjwPADV4Kwfafa7iW98KMQ8H-Bi2lQ4yj2yQBrqharXS51cPHUsc9iPQ6lVUWDGHCj4QgJqwY-4xXxktRi8dUuvLp3NO9LVhZtdK25aIm_Qm2W4KC34bG1wTEBwU/s5152/IMG_3032.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5152" data-original-width="3864" height="949" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1fpfAlembwWjQ_vp6kOeEWHwrjjsSCImE8Ti7Lko9gYHj9it89kTpXgWvK89prGlMjwPADV4Kwfafa7iW98KMQ8H-Bi2lQ4yj2yQBrqharXS51cPHUsc9iPQ6lVUWDGHCj4QgJqwY-4xXxktRi8dUuvLp3NO9LVhZtdK25aIm_Qm2W4KC34bG1wTEBwU/w712-h949/IMG_3032.JPG" width="712" /></a></i></div><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /> </i><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Since I will be foregoing the Event I have attended for Years, due to the February Incident, I decided to Buy my Anniversary Gift Online instead. The Seller had Free Shipping and I'll get it way before our Anniversary Date. I don't Shop Online often, but when I have, I always have had reason to give great Feedback to the Sellers, no Negative Experiences. I'm becoming more and more focused on getting Positive Experiences and Good Customer Service from where ever I Buy anything. Negative Experiences isn't something you need to tolerate or find acceptable when you're spending your hard earned Money anywhere, no exceptions. Plenty of competitors these days that will ensure you don't regret a purchase or having gone to Shop there.</i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcWBh3wktOSgxaJnh_pHsadOKoXQmcKGURMlv_ZITO275J0TdUbCqnfsLrzQEquCbxiq3IvF1_ahVarggvli6AtnuIgZzRiCNGaLZpeP0spANWlxMqZgMM9fcorwDekhIXcGT_rinIHU4WEjf0E7de5sOQ49kBABSfXnqX3laAxvjSxvbtlqeLuXQxzeQ/s2015/431647899_7621636247889218_1355355608611528754_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2015" data-original-width="1504" height="961" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcWBh3wktOSgxaJnh_pHsadOKoXQmcKGURMlv_ZITO275J0TdUbCqnfsLrzQEquCbxiq3IvF1_ahVarggvli6AtnuIgZzRiCNGaLZpeP0spANWlxMqZgMM9fcorwDekhIXcGT_rinIHU4WEjf0E7de5sOQ49kBABSfXnqX3laAxvjSxvbtlqeLuXQxzeQ/w718-h961/431647899_7621636247889218_1355355608611528754_n.jpg" width="718" /></a></div><br /><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></i><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">In fact, I haven't even worn that damned Wolf Necklace, becoz now it just reminds me of that offensive experience and us being insulted, so, I probably will end up Selling it. I don't need reminders of something that played out so badly and now Triggers a Memory I'd rather forget, wish never happened and want to just move on from. The Man was asking me what I thought I might want to get for myself for our Anniversary and I told him I've been trawling Online Auctions instead of wanting to go anywhere to Shop for it. Having it delivered right to my Door and not paying Postage or Handling is the added Bonus and Convenience. I do see why it's eclipsing going place to place and having hassles with Employees or Service, which nowadays can be a Downer to Shopping.</i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjS4yKFe_Fs3r_VSM42jTkqLUPG2ci5V1v8vrugGRnLr41Ax0T5Lrk0khhBHcwaWL4FmXYIqqYJAzBH2693_igyDOpunBdptRlrigVqx6Nj_3gN_S54ALy0PbLLeGTp8QC3j_YIokBTUUzMVGcQQtXPtmDdURKzgUuzbsceizUCmFDECk-aGph_souYVm4/s2015/431133883_7618422824877227_2381900737274687418_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2015" data-original-width="1504" height="963" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjS4yKFe_Fs3r_VSM42jTkqLUPG2ci5V1v8vrugGRnLr41Ax0T5Lrk0khhBHcwaWL4FmXYIqqYJAzBH2693_igyDOpunBdptRlrigVqx6Nj_3gN_S54ALy0PbLLeGTp8QC3j_YIokBTUUzMVGcQQtXPtmDdURKzgUuzbsceizUCmFDECk-aGph_souYVm4/w719-h963/431133883_7618422824877227_2381900737274687418_n.jpg" width="719" /></a></div><br /><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></i><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">When we recently went to a Vietnamese Restaurant that Rusty had taken Princess T to on a Date, the Owner's Son, who was our Waiter and a Senior at her High School , realized he knows her from School. You could see he was Shy to ask her if she remembered him from School? She said she had thought he looked familiar, he seemed more than a bit smitten with her. Apparently he's been in some of her Classes since Jr. High School when we first moved here. For a Vietnamese Teen he's a really big Guy, over 6 ft. Tall and built like a Football Player, very nice looking too. I remember my Cambodian DIL telling me her Younger Brother got that un-culturally large from eating mostly American Food after they moved here and it's the additives we put in our Food. That makes sense, America puts a lot of additives in our Foods, growth Hormones and such.</i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEij-L7zI7wR1XAbq3cV-CBXiXo6Snl3MLYq2xiZJy2nKWsFh80Vxj6G_9LxdUZRrAkj3XcUMxBrrlzyP-jZG-tUQQe_q2UEehX6jh9FAFj6ZeMDxvqJPwxUCBx3vuLBnoaW4XSATYeSVIEfe72INsMWDlKtt2mqvsyL00JbH8X92JLQHCzAhNytWNV2rRQ/s2015/428474948_7550316098354567_3130482873005896866_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2015" data-original-width="1504" height="945" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEij-L7zI7wR1XAbq3cV-CBXiXo6Snl3MLYq2xiZJy2nKWsFh80Vxj6G_9LxdUZRrAkj3XcUMxBrrlzyP-jZG-tUQQe_q2UEehX6jh9FAFj6ZeMDxvqJPwxUCBx3vuLBnoaW4XSATYeSVIEfe72INsMWDlKtt2mqvsyL00JbH8X92JLQHCzAhNytWNV2rRQ/w706-h945/428474948_7550316098354567_3130482873005896866_n.jpg" width="706" /></a></div><br /><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></i><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"> Our DIL and her Parents still ate Cambodian Cuisine and stayed very small. Her Brother didn't even look Cambodian now. All of her Family were under 5 Foot Tall and her Brother was about 6'2" and powerfully built!!! I told him he looked Adopted. *LOL* But, he came to the U.S. as a Young Child and ate like every American Kid would, and, it shows. I think the problem with National Obesity and Kids looking way more Mature and Large for their Ages in America than they should, could be due to all the additives in the average American Diet? Anyway, becoz she knew The Young Man from School, and his Brothers were working that day too and he surely told them, we were getting the VIP Treatment while eating there with our Lovely Granddaughter. You could tell all the Young Men were trying to Show Off and be overly attentive. *Winks* </i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFfJVJQ0KLYiITOy6b6caSLQ1O4voVfe15G6b3sKn7iSyutF306rxWW-4ewGCYX7KtOkgbHA1DMKkILsr6Cq7yem2SGsl8s1s_PAPUR55dgFQM5-TDfQAVo5IKf2a6QEQM-m4JMuSygxOFycqEKgPommy1alxacNlQ9RXOBmVtx1Ckqq6AscFNNhQ95p4/s5152/IMG_4036.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5152" data-original-width="3864" height="945" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFfJVJQ0KLYiITOy6b6caSLQ1O4voVfe15G6b3sKn7iSyutF306rxWW-4ewGCYX7KtOkgbHA1DMKkILsr6Cq7yem2SGsl8s1s_PAPUR55dgFQM5-TDfQAVo5IKf2a6QEQM-m4JMuSygxOFycqEKgPommy1alxacNlQ9RXOBmVtx1Ckqq6AscFNNhQ95p4/w709-h945/IMG_4036.JPG" width="709" /></a></div><br /><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></i><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">I should be pricing Inventory right now but I'm sore from Yardwork and concentrated on that, which had a slimmer Window of Opportunity to do. The Son came in with blisters on his Palms, but he's gotten most of the Work done out there now. He tends to overdo it when he does anything and should have worn Gloves. We had another torrential Rainstorm later in the Evening, even worse than before and it crested the Sandbags on the back Patio. *Le Sigh* It didn't get into the House and Thankfully I had everything on the back Patio up on Milk Crates or Palettes so nothing got soaked or ruined. *Whew* Slowly I'm trying to get everything off the back Patio that Allen put out there from the Art Studio Space and put what we're Keeping in The RV Garage Mahal or in the Antique Mall to Sell it.</i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMroHlTJtxrd9GiEBg2mKLwxDgsxPBHsODKN6vQiAmwF9YJuOyHMnpxVP7nSWluk9ZGvTY03d8g_Ub3Hjp_L7pCE-0DRAsxjtpNqlrNnKLJokLOVV8OiEhzN8exQmCQmgeBOq5cwZMQuwb9MqgTzxGHEPwvLQkb0_PMasn7p-0QECsQ11Ty1pSW4pKtEs/s2015/429667024_7618443914875118_1705445586856395670_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2015" data-original-width="1504" height="950" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMroHlTJtxrd9GiEBg2mKLwxDgsxPBHsODKN6vQiAmwF9YJuOyHMnpxVP7nSWluk9ZGvTY03d8g_Ub3Hjp_L7pCE-0DRAsxjtpNqlrNnKLJokLOVV8OiEhzN8exQmCQmgeBOq5cwZMQuwb9MqgTzxGHEPwvLQkb0_PMasn7p-0QECsQ11Ty1pSW4pKtEs/w710-h950/429667024_7618443914875118_1705445586856395670_n.jpg" width="710" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">*******</i></div><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Blessings, Love and Light from the Arizona Desert... Dawn... The Bohemian</i></p>Bohemianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03743017084098726581noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4825579903367960408.post-86878802063356760362024-03-06T11:56:00.000-08:002024-03-06T12:29:35.735-08:00Once Something Is Overdone, It's Over And Done<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOevyQKJor4v7TyJY7GYpd-NIXk2gpmbu_w8eDhSOyNThCH3L5_PKnOqZbJb8h4UmlXAtr2NbFPV-57SPkCxzeBAImPMUYDmt4xmVG7aaSMrDZOa9VYukCVJsU9a99iblnrCh6BXXFqrmSrhtZXTOanIU60iRjxWvlWLwUlxvbAqwW3Yyu2bWyS8kTM_E/s2015/431495743_7613504545369055_4971203972248511561_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2015" data-original-width="1504" height="979" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOevyQKJor4v7TyJY7GYpd-NIXk2gpmbu_w8eDhSOyNThCH3L5_PKnOqZbJb8h4UmlXAtr2NbFPV-57SPkCxzeBAImPMUYDmt4xmVG7aaSMrDZOa9VYukCVJsU9a99iblnrCh6BXXFqrmSrhtZXTOanIU60iRjxWvlWLwUlxvbAqwW3Yyu2bWyS8kTM_E/w731-h979/431495743_7613504545369055_4971203972248511561_n.jpg" width="731" /></a></div><br /><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>I got locked out of FB Today, both on my Phone and on here, which is where I archive my Phone's Photos until I can transfer them over to my PC here and then use them on my Blog. What a rigamarole to restore access, I wish they'd quit with the enhancements already, they keep making things more complicated. When I was just about to give up, I just tried something random and mercifully it worked and restored my access. *Whew* I had taken some pixs at The Desert Botanical Gardens that I wanted to use for this Post, so it was frustrating until I could access my account again.</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQdNmYg-SosfEDM5-x-uggtore11YIDRDE5iw0IoRk4PTDzv39wUWAgWVPgWr5NeG9UIhLyZFwgQg8ErPlF2r8Q4oXt04O09TsK8_jJjRdRTSv9VrURYBB01MLbm1ZnB95X5ld_SOu18-LX6gZxgmyVu_JWJFUFILDe-7oqCBIouCLiNguXB9S9N8eQrI/s2015/431358966_7613688735350636_7619008627100799478_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2015" data-original-width="1504" height="980" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQdNmYg-SosfEDM5-x-uggtore11YIDRDE5iw0IoRk4PTDzv39wUWAgWVPgWr5NeG9UIhLyZFwgQg8ErPlF2r8Q4oXt04O09TsK8_jJjRdRTSv9VrURYBB01MLbm1ZnB95X5ld_SOu18-LX6gZxgmyVu_JWJFUFILDe-7oqCBIouCLiNguXB9S9N8eQrI/w732-h980/431358966_7613688735350636_7619008627100799478_n.jpg" width="732" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><i><br /></i></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>It had been a good day, I spent most of it at the Gardens, which was great exercise and a nice Brunch at "Gertrude's" Restaurant there. Then I went to some Goodwills on that side of the City since it was Senior Discount Day. While waiting in the Checkout line at the first one, the Customer in front of me struck up a conversation with me. She was a pleasant Older Lady with a thick Eastern European Accent. After her turn to check out she turned to me, handed me a Goodwill Gift Card, saying she wanted me to have it and to have Fun Shopping. I Thanked her, thinking it to be a small amount on the Card, but a very generous gesture for a complete Stranger to bestow.</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYm0ucJOg-eijO8Si7NFdiW1fThUCp3gr6RCy4u1jqv8KkfIRhAWJqtedk3O0XiQMSSp7-CH86KhYzBCS4PgZy-axD93-9Om5J6x_0xVPgQHHteNpv7rMvO0VKzrL4PCQqrqO3dlEB6dphc-DVINW1x_GxypPkwcNboKL4DHOgOnDUlFzCkWEKm5anYv4/s2015/431711643_7613548362031340_437578992971094862_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2015" data-original-width="1504" height="987" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYm0ucJOg-eijO8Si7NFdiW1fThUCp3gr6RCy4u1jqv8KkfIRhAWJqtedk3O0XiQMSSp7-CH86KhYzBCS4PgZy-axD93-9Om5J6x_0xVPgQHHteNpv7rMvO0VKzrL4PCQqrqO3dlEB6dphc-DVINW1x_GxypPkwcNboKL4DHOgOnDUlFzCkWEKm5anYv4/w737-h987/431711643_7613548362031340_437578992971094862_n.jpg" width="737" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><i><br /></i></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>She left and I told the Cashier I'd use the Gift Card the Kind Lady just gave me and put the rest on my Debit Card. She scanned the Gift Card and said it had paid for ALL of my purchase and handed it back to me saying it still had a balance!!! WOW! So, I went to another Goodwill, handed it to the Cashier, it paid for that ENTIRE purchase too!!! OMG! At the 3rd Goodwill it paid for another $11 worth... so, it must have had around $50 on it!!! I had no Words and couldn't Believe a complete Stranger I'd only talked to a short while had Gifted me with over Fifty Bucks on a Gift Card to "Have Fun Shopping with"!!! Angels with Flesh on, is what Mom used to call folks like that, who are put in your Path!</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4MDXN9ui6-ZVg3t4Hi6C8I0yEy8Wjd7hMuSaqpIiH16mG9nyaFhOs3OjnU3sY7zDLoVrBJJrTXWp2CIrZWU9DOqDfA7CXQ0dyW2komgG7igXrsAZ4HoclMxvogKX64p0VKHoTpa8sJABH-AfFKOdjnrBd2-plmFDGpZcYt3h5MlJMpqFp8kcEKV7Z2d0/s2015/431621728_7613546092031567_3794565237019449974_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2015" data-original-width="1504" height="982" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4MDXN9ui6-ZVg3t4Hi6C8I0yEy8Wjd7hMuSaqpIiH16mG9nyaFhOs3OjnU3sY7zDLoVrBJJrTXWp2CIrZWU9DOqDfA7CXQ0dyW2komgG7igXrsAZ4HoclMxvogKX64p0VKHoTpa8sJABH-AfFKOdjnrBd2-plmFDGpZcYt3h5MlJMpqFp8kcEKV7Z2d0/w734-h982/431621728_7613546092031567_3794565237019449974_n.jpg" width="734" /></a></div><br /><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>As you can see, at The Desert Botanical Gardens I was really Into Photographing Nature, Bugs and Blooms specifically. *Smiles* It's Wildflower Season and so the Insect Life is abundant and intoxicated with the Pollen gathering, which is like Bug Crack. *LOL* They're so Into it that they don't even notice you getting up close and taking great Pixs of them doing what they do. They linger, like little drunken specimens of their Species, their natural instincts seemingly impaired to flee when you approach. So, I got some great Closeups of many of them and was delighted how good they turned out. I always feel like a Pro when my Pixs turn out this good. *Bwahaha*</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-OKeHoQ6Y46ZBFJ1DaMqboJN-J9wObluddKca6fRuM_o1wVLHSOTFHrhi3pyaE049EWa8K0b03LjK81s058XVyQkKU3QRI9lyE799rlODk2KoSPs65ON_92_e3RUGzkS_McTgI6357sXGC1yK06s4Lkw1JaycvLSA7ifhfk-1uiQQscu5kTRCn-Za0Mg/s960/431628870_7613541588698684_3833712290452618540_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="965" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-OKeHoQ6Y46ZBFJ1DaMqboJN-J9wObluddKca6fRuM_o1wVLHSOTFHrhi3pyaE049EWa8K0b03LjK81s058XVyQkKU3QRI9lyE799rlODk2KoSPs65ON_92_e3RUGzkS_McTgI6357sXGC1yK06s4Lkw1JaycvLSA7ifhfk-1uiQQscu5kTRCn-Za0Mg/w724-h965/431628870_7613541588698684_3833712290452618540_n.jpg" width="724" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><i><br /></i></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>It was very crowded for a Tuesday and then I remembered Why... the first Tuesday of every Month they allow Free Admission. So, everyone who doesn't have a Membership and doesn't support the Gardens regularly, shows up for the Freebie. The Garden does it to try to entice people to join, but, I think many of them will just show up when it's Free and not Support the Cause that it represents and the Work they do towards Nature Preservation, the Arts and Education. I've been a Member for Decades and only didn't renew during the Pandemic, when, you couldn't go anyway and I couldn't afford to pay for a pricy Membership that I couldn't at least use at all.</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTVDzO5kitE-VvuUqJbPQ4BVMeMG9y4RpNP9ORyPyKbdWQJaVGHWrh5A-cRxOJEy4MvbvJyWcEuVq8KB08S0FGxOyRuRtsj1Umhdy95LmuaoBs899A32hOzbs2xBQv6vdAOpPuIIzHTyJ_ScXPSUrSlBWY1QiYvPf8nxisWnzJGMQYaGGD1WXnk6UCKdc/s2015/431444344_7613437485375761_7884574789646221861_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2015" data-original-width="1504" height="975" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTVDzO5kitE-VvuUqJbPQ4BVMeMG9y4RpNP9ORyPyKbdWQJaVGHWrh5A-cRxOJEy4MvbvJyWcEuVq8KB08S0FGxOyRuRtsj1Umhdy95LmuaoBs899A32hOzbs2xBQv6vdAOpPuIIzHTyJ_ScXPSUrSlBWY1QiYvPf8nxisWnzJGMQYaGGD1WXnk6UCKdc/w728-h975/431444344_7613437485375761_7884574789646221861_n.jpg" width="728" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><i><br /></i></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>I'm philanthropic to a point, but I don't have so much discretionary income that I can throw Money at Causes all helter skelter. There will never be a Memorial Garden Installation Named after me, as a Mega Donor, let us just say. *LOL* They finally did get in some more of my Prickly Pear Cactus Candy Licorice, which I Love that shit! And, I bought some Desert Bloom raw Honey. They also had Orange Honey, Clover Honey, Mesquite Honey and Bee Pollen by this Brand. Each Honey had it's own Color and consistency. This one had the lightest Blonde color and a very lovely Mild flavor and almost a fluid texture to it, not too thick and not too sweet. </i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjC2a9hB03bqrWlqq_K_SoNUEqOjKM7cJdrfQ4j8lr-rV6uDQ9ClZKCt3d-UlqYn1pMooIJool7HzfmPLSyyFOF0gyZ7CpUcPwBM8SB_8qQEGEeiJ0FK2cM-ai34OaRKXJTPNcWuOKFTSnE2cDc_DU3k44DeLFyZyyKVP8A6GAIoDthdE0m8XxUIHbqmgI/s5152/IMG_7923.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5152" data-original-width="3864" height="976" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjC2a9hB03bqrWlqq_K_SoNUEqOjKM7cJdrfQ4j8lr-rV6uDQ9ClZKCt3d-UlqYn1pMooIJool7HzfmPLSyyFOF0gyZ7CpUcPwBM8SB_8qQEGEeiJ0FK2cM-ai34OaRKXJTPNcWuOKFTSnE2cDc_DU3k44DeLFyZyyKVP8A6GAIoDthdE0m8XxUIHbqmgI/w732-h976/IMG_7923.JPG" width="732" /></a></span></div><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: center;"><i>They also had Honeycomb for sale. In due time I'd like to buy some of the other types of Honey and compare flavors. This Brand doesn't add enhancements and Flavors to their Product, which is why I prefer it. It's just how the Bees have harvested and created it by what is predominantly around their Hives that they gather from. We like Honey and use it as a Sweetener instead of Sugar. It has a slightly lower glycemic index and also contains more vitamins, minerals and antioxidants. But, being Diabetic, I use it sparingly, I just like the Taste of Honey more than I do Sugary substitutes to sweeten things. They always have interesting options in the Gift Shop at the Gardens and I get a Member Discount on Purchases.</i></div></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8zuIA8ZisJhxW6vW65lXPwm0Z77H8yjrf_Zf5muPgQcuqCbzSb7ecyGKForiRNKTKXFsrzEu7Fnx9n6Q77Pf8rY2p11yiBZiYfgM7njTpjefj43YqJXw_2kouWQBHJIi4lBsoI5ZzYEecUVyYunwPvSgrvLDmpqGJ7feEfV6n32YWLZ5lUA2p6y95L_c/s5152/IMG_7924.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5152" data-original-width="3864" height="975" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8zuIA8ZisJhxW6vW65lXPwm0Z77H8yjrf_Zf5muPgQcuqCbzSb7ecyGKForiRNKTKXFsrzEu7Fnx9n6Q77Pf8rY2p11yiBZiYfgM7njTpjefj43YqJXw_2kouWQBHJIi4lBsoI5ZzYEecUVyYunwPvSgrvLDmpqGJ7feEfV6n32YWLZ5lUA2p6y95L_c/w731-h975/IMG_7924.JPG" width="731" /></a></span></div><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: center;"><i>I had most of the day to myself, which I needed, to get back to Center, it had been a rough Week of Caregiving. Must have been one helluva Lunar Cycle, it had been a long time since everyone had unraveled like that en mass. The Daughter had called and checked up on me to make sure I was doing okay, I assured her I was and just enjoying having some unencumbered Free Time to myself. They all enjoyed the Story of the Generous Woman at the Goodwill. Half of what I bought with the Gift Card Money was Wardrobe for Princess T. The other half was Novelty or Vintage Band Tees for her to Sell at the Antique Mall. They are a quick Turn with good margins for her to buy more of what she needs from the profits. </i></div></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhfBc6PoV8eCctRPCtNJuXW-sVPIOLOb9cnrIdS2mQg_xUavcacBfwPuyXElizT40Ub6BHyIPsseUVh1_Hfi62LGr2JH6fiHe4xTr40s7CdGbhJjGGPktccEYBdpZYMOf9Nlvyvuz1XPo2vSUtJUYxIDBXM-XJnr5AydbdWs67kVz2tNKgokRVJO8oEUo/s5152/IMG_7925.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5152" data-original-width="3864" height="974" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhfBc6PoV8eCctRPCtNJuXW-sVPIOLOb9cnrIdS2mQg_xUavcacBfwPuyXElizT40Ub6BHyIPsseUVh1_Hfi62LGr2JH6fiHe4xTr40s7CdGbhJjGGPktccEYBdpZYMOf9Nlvyvuz1XPo2vSUtJUYxIDBXM-XJnr5AydbdWs67kVz2tNKgokRVJO8oEUo/w730-h974/IMG_7925.JPG" width="730" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><i><br /></i></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>I got some 1970's Rolling Stones and Rush Tour T-Shirts, a Cheech & Chong Tee, Anime Tees, Eastern Spirituality Tees, Japanese Novelty Tees, Spencer's & Hot Topic Brand Tees, Goth Tees, and Vintage Tie Dye Tees. The Cashier who checked me out at the Register was a Handsome, Trendy Young Man with Gauges in his Ears, Body Piercings and lots of good quality Tattoos. As he was ringing up my purchase he mentioned what Killer Tees I'd Scored, saying he Loved them all, so I knew I'd hit the Mark. He and any Girl who'd be his Female counterpart would be the demographic that Princess T caters to with her Wardrobe selections. *Winks* Usually she's with me critiquing if I'm doing good with what I'm choosing, this day I was winging it. *LOL*</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW3VE9hBuAonh3obvtNANKUQyHQkZfmReQrrAwBu-thE-Y0IRzBQQ7aHS79Vj5iQKFxHNEoI7SQpIaYT28JfOvrG8MC8npbFGX1z5ejgBRElApCLteVrbuGnv5iRQX-JdT4EDFSVcT0hlP-pue7p_sC6tZjLAX99twQ4FBoArWQl7yXcodfoz7XQEjxhg/s2015/430615430_7613345358718307_3964058129383859958_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2015" data-original-width="1504" height="977" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW3VE9hBuAonh3obvtNANKUQyHQkZfmReQrrAwBu-thE-Y0IRzBQQ7aHS79Vj5iQKFxHNEoI7SQpIaYT28JfOvrG8MC8npbFGX1z5ejgBRElApCLteVrbuGnv5iRQX-JdT4EDFSVcT0hlP-pue7p_sC6tZjLAX99twQ4FBoArWQl7yXcodfoz7XQEjxhg/w730-h977/430615430_7613345358718307_3964058129383859958_n.jpg" width="730" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><i><br /></i></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>We get a lot of Young Adults and Teens that tell us they Love our Showroom and it's their Favorite one at the Mall. A lot of Young Children tell us that too, so, I know I'm not just catering now to my own demographic, but a broader one we're appealing to. Mostly Thanks to my Granddaughter's contribution and advice about what to carry to draw in a demographic I might not otherwise attract. Even tho' it is allegedly supposed to be an 'Antique' Mall, Antiques have been deaded since about the 1980's and each Year it's harder to convince most Shoppers to Invest in that kind of thing. Even the Shows and Events that used to Specialize in Quality Vintage Product are hardly carrying it anymore. I'm a Unicorn Customer for them if they have any they risk Sourcing now. *Le Sigh*</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i></i></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmjOuRrA60vqXMF136GUucaXLUl4yxbp5-u0GPv26gjO06ADCRRbQ5CZUU0soSwNqM-LZQwR_rS-spMU6BbHrZgmTgGCQZPzil-fMk3MBcjcIWOa3KOyXpOySNOrf17vjP-5lojaqlD7t88vRYf1sMzi_d209fUOwqsLcn_M5f5EaxpY170q4ggamiUV4/s2015/409080106_7613345022051674_6346935134022277617_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2015" data-original-width="1504" height="972" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmjOuRrA60vqXMF136GUucaXLUl4yxbp5-u0GPv26gjO06ADCRRbQ5CZUU0soSwNqM-LZQwR_rS-spMU6BbHrZgmTgGCQZPzil-fMk3MBcjcIWOa3KOyXpOySNOrf17vjP-5lojaqlD7t88vRYf1sMzi_d209fUOwqsLcn_M5f5EaxpY170q4ggamiUV4/w726-h972/409080106_7613345022051674_6346935134022277617_n.jpg" width="726" /></a></i></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /> </i></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>The part of me that's Sad about that has to realize that the Purists at our Antique Mall are struggling to stay afloat. Most owe the Mall Money even tho' they Work a lot of Shifts to defer their Rent, while lamenting it constantly, yet doing the same thing and expecting different results. I'm not THAT Vendor, I don't see the point in being one, since, if you're not making Money there, you're losing Money, and that's insanity to keep doing. The Shopper isn't gonna Change just to accommodate your stubbornness to accept what Buyers want and are gonna Buy. I have to remember that in The Game, it's not all about me, it doesn't matter how I Feel about what is Hot and currently desired by whose out there spending their hard earned Money.</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiIqI0TlQ2txEN7KDAHINurt1FHa9ZNvH3xr6nDRTotai7He3CI-xV7M76mje00N_u9deLNS7yIRvsUOvKcfCRBnK3fq8NC-xrCJq_Y0smZxItS4zjrzMhdkx8A53aH8JfpHrNuHxSgW0lxEAFg1fSJsihA1rVQ4Zodk2BsY9Q1HYm0VzPN4O17sAhKA0/s5152/IMG_7921.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5152" data-original-width="3864" height="965" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiIqI0TlQ2txEN7KDAHINurt1FHa9ZNvH3xr6nDRTotai7He3CI-xV7M76mje00N_u9deLNS7yIRvsUOvKcfCRBnK3fq8NC-xrCJq_Y0smZxItS4zjrzMhdkx8A53aH8JfpHrNuHxSgW0lxEAFg1fSJsihA1rVQ4Zodk2BsY9Q1HYm0VzPN4O17sAhKA0/w724-h965/IMG_7921.JPG" width="724" /></a></span></div><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: center;"><i>And I'm one of those Weirdo Vendors that likes a good Challenge to try to keep my Finger on the ever changing Pulse of the Industry. To see how far I can take it and convince Shoppers to Buy what we're hawking? We have to be Inventive and Creative to Merchandise what we want them to WANT to have. *Smiles* Princess T is a good Muse for her Product, since, even at School, she'll be the only one wearing what she wears and within Months, you start to see other Students copying her Style. After too many do, then she moves on to setting some other Trend she wants to Showcase, since, she likes being Creative about Style and changing it up constantly. Even if she got a lot of compliments on it, she said once something is overdone, it's over and done. *LOL* A Lady at "Gertrude's" came up and asked me what this was when I ordered it, and asked my Opinion about it, then she and her Table ordered it. *Winks*</i></div></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"> </i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOam9uUyT3CMvqXw4ou2vKsz3yvKlX7zOjdgOq6trwLx7yhwPV_EQ312Xjl2QYf6C1LbfVWGxhCuW6BVzfQv8dr5DAIrRqkkUPACQfNCUTuceLgyzVLIT_wPkUMG1z-i34gN8CJaxUHOEQXktAQfyVwqjsQ-Sp4VB-SD-y9dEBopd0BIGzO9L2Rup1ByQ/s5152/IMG_7922.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5152" data-original-width="3864" height="965" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOam9uUyT3CMvqXw4ou2vKsz3yvKlX7zOjdgOq6trwLx7yhwPV_EQ312Xjl2QYf6C1LbfVWGxhCuW6BVzfQv8dr5DAIrRqkkUPACQfNCUTuceLgyzVLIT_wPkUMG1z-i34gN8CJaxUHOEQXktAQfyVwqjsQ-Sp4VB-SD-y9dEBopd0BIGzO9L2Rup1ByQ/w724-h965/IMG_7922.JPG" width="724" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><i><br /></i></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>In fact, she asked me what this was too and my critique of it, but, it was my first time having this Soup selection since it's a new one on their Menu. So, I could only tell her that and say that I usually order a new item and then the Manageress and her Staff ask me what I thought about it, which... is totally True BTW. I've known the Manageress and most of her Staff from being a Regular at the Garden for Years. The Manageress even knows my Dad was a Master Chef and so I grew up eating Primo Cuisine by a Master at it. Few Iron Chefs could probably match my Dad's Culinary Jedi skills and he was self-taught. He always Moonlighted at Well Known Restaurants even during his Military Career days, where he was in Food Service too. He once made a Cake for President Kennedy and got rave reviews in the Local Paper for it when we lived in Massachusetts on Cape Cod. </i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHmBEmv0LhJr7syAvjF_pZGD32t6cbjXM4yxIIsDg-bQtPJgDcDB6RkT29V1powNbcVI2P_s2qgd0ra_qU6pB9schQDNR9uQ3U2qmxFWhjPeTMBY-NlddueH_8sRo57nj_eeFMNp4TQP9nHXsaPq0NYcJcd-I2GKZhoPtf1ZFtHDNj6Hv_hj9kgsDv2X0/s2015/431492484_7614408825278627_4777862673964856098_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2015" data-original-width="1504" height="968" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHmBEmv0LhJr7syAvjF_pZGD32t6cbjXM4yxIIsDg-bQtPJgDcDB6RkT29V1powNbcVI2P_s2qgd0ra_qU6pB9schQDNR9uQ3U2qmxFWhjPeTMBY-NlddueH_8sRo57nj_eeFMNp4TQP9nHXsaPq0NYcJcd-I2GKZhoPtf1ZFtHDNj6Hv_hj9kgsDv2X0/w723-h968/431492484_7614408825278627_4777862673964856098_n.jpg" width="723" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><i><br /></i></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>You could probably tell by the competing Photos that I'm still taking some identical Pixs with both my Old School Camera and my Cellphone Camera. I like seeing the subtle differences each captures thru it's Lens. The top Two of the Food Porn at "Gertrude's" were taken with the Cellphone, the bottom Two with the Old School Camera. I am usually the only person around still using a Hand Held Camera and not exclusively taking all Pixs with a Cellphone these days. I can't even recall the last time I saw anyone else with a Camera except Japanese Tourists, who usually have Paparazzi Style Cameras when they go on Vacations abroad it seems. *LOL*</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuuoDpEXW0GwZzfjGgGxQA7ik7uz3M8PKatmL9G1bnOkIXMMANrpVARDAU6ZUAwvyw-GdO2HG9B2v2nC1o2ew9cIh5KcAjbBMpxiTIaBfNMasR96VMFqHGJKooxXj6hm96tDkyI8gGU8qPhcIw6R5_58X3jkL7CHVQQFnfR7fSHSSK5j2J8LaHzJqYTHk/s2015/431616808_7613473938705449_8566346837224720099_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2015" data-original-width="1504" height="976" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuuoDpEXW0GwZzfjGgGxQA7ik7uz3M8PKatmL9G1bnOkIXMMANrpVARDAU6ZUAwvyw-GdO2HG9B2v2nC1o2ew9cIh5KcAjbBMpxiTIaBfNMasR96VMFqHGJKooxXj6hm96tDkyI8gGU8qPhcIw6R5_58X3jkL7CHVQQFnfR7fSHSSK5j2J8LaHzJqYTHk/w729-h976/431616808_7613473938705449_8566346837224720099_n.jpg" width="729" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><i><br /></i></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>I had an interesting conversation with Princess T on the ride to School this Morning. She said that Rusty has been asking her if we Like him? She's telling him, what's not to Like? We may all be Crazy, but we're not Stupid, we want her to be in a relationship with a Good Guy and he seems to be one, so, yeah, we Like him thus far. *Winks* Yes, she also told me he knows we're all Mad here and the whole Family dynamic and back story. I had asked her if he 'knew' she's our Wednesday Addams Child and that her Brother said she was Pre-Demonic and when Crazy Pamela threw a Bible at her once, that it was the Right Book!!!????! She laughed and said she'd forgotten about that Story, but, yeah, he knows she's got Issues and that our whole Family is Crazy, but likes her anyway. *Bwahahaha*</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEistB0OMYHd5cRO65Txx6DzmoVapUGorEGSwq7EcmqbyCmdJRNMFIM6_q7hZ4LxLelutZIEb1KXmdRIeb2LEy5omISan2RIltTzV5v6auDwFgYWom-ww-cLmTj5z2CXUNfw71IT5FPB3Y6MNm099-MQhenDrOY8aSKJRxAscEd2EMgFTPf6NIDyGWPug9M/s2015/431421202_7613740482012128_1059323406076881446_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2015" data-original-width="1504" height="967" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEistB0OMYHd5cRO65Txx6DzmoVapUGorEGSwq7EcmqbyCmdJRNMFIM6_q7hZ4LxLelutZIEb1KXmdRIeb2LEy5omISan2RIltTzV5v6auDwFgYWom-ww-cLmTj5z2CXUNfw71IT5FPB3Y6MNm099-MQhenDrOY8aSKJRxAscEd2EMgFTPf6NIDyGWPug9M/w722-h967/431421202_7613740482012128_1059323406076881446_n.jpg" width="722" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><i><br /></i></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>I joked with her that if he starts wearing lotsa Crucifixes tho', she's probably Scaring him... and not to go all "Fatal Attraction" {1987} on him. *Winks* She's been reluctant to have me spend a lot of time with the Young Man, she's not sure he's 'ready' for that yet? Tho' I am quite good at Finessing my Interrogations, I agree, they know I'm not Shy about doing so. So, they best be Ready if they're a fixture with my Grandbaby. *Winks* Isaac and Jon Carlos did not pass the Litmus Test for Boyfriend Status and she knew it, they knew it, and so mostly they pretended for a long time to just be 'Friends'. *Eye Roll* I made it clear I expected her to keep it 'Friends Without Benefits', since the last thing we want permanent attachments to is some Loser Ex-Boyfriend who isn't for her... if you catch my Drift?</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzeFaTEU5pQiYgWl-yRHAhY__RPc8SgLzkkMGUWUGp788GBlwQxChH-cX2j74PXJLwD_IkINUiskUtd1H0FEYpkRFuQO91lrQwLPm3K5-s9pdBnsN6RKdpO9bRfLYZVNYcOfkuGp7J3q5a4ur7fSK5T1tgcWW6F87V-DeJ50go6voNiA24IiQnpCf_laQ/s2015/431407826_7613728045346705_5192018382888533257_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2015" data-original-width="1504" height="968" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzeFaTEU5pQiYgWl-yRHAhY__RPc8SgLzkkMGUWUGp788GBlwQxChH-cX2j74PXJLwD_IkINUiskUtd1H0FEYpkRFuQO91lrQwLPm3K5-s9pdBnsN6RKdpO9bRfLYZVNYcOfkuGp7J3q5a4ur7fSK5T1tgcWW6F87V-DeJ50go6voNiA24IiQnpCf_laQ/w723-h968/431407826_7613728045346705_5192018382888533257_n.jpg" width="723" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><i><br /></i></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>There are some conversations that this one dreads having with me, but she knows her Mom and I are gonna have them with her anyway and get all up in her Business. You have to. She's a good Kid and all, but, she's Human and we've all been Young before and done dumb shit, careless shit, shit we have plenty of time to regret, etcetera, etcetera, etcetera. Princess T is a lot less inclined to spill all her Tea like her Mom, Uncle and Brother always did with me. There wasn't much about whatever they were doing that they didn't openly talk about with me voluntarily, even before I even asked. I swear, sometimes it was TMI, but I rolled with it, since, Parenting to me means if they can't come to you, they'll go to and confide in someone else and get advice from perhaps unreliable untrustworthy or poorly informed Sources.</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPB1d7047JMIONHnKEr4L6jMABP6x8ii-ZwfNudAilar-De2ZW5phEr0-GvOQcSFaRMoJjz7q_ihzi5ufMzA8oxGyNq5pZ-cEzqqDbjufbkm1xi8iPMYTSNztg4Sdfwpo5wPnuUPp8zgU8eNurRBDsb6EWqZg9taCMWRkT-Sl4237G_oKkpxJ9WstAqc8/s960/431359255_7613413258711517_7085847276106992701_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="961" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPB1d7047JMIONHnKEr4L6jMABP6x8ii-ZwfNudAilar-De2ZW5phEr0-GvOQcSFaRMoJjz7q_ihzi5ufMzA8oxGyNq5pZ-cEzqqDbjufbkm1xi8iPMYTSNztg4Sdfwpo5wPnuUPp8zgU8eNurRBDsb6EWqZg9taCMWRkT-Sl4237G_oKkpxJ9WstAqc8/w721-h961/431359255_7613413258711517_7085847276106992701_n.jpg" width="721" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><i><br /></i></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>Even Allen, was very Surprised what he and The Young Prince could tell me about, that he could never be open about with his Parents or his Grandparents. There were no Off Limits Topics to talk about or get advice about if they needed or wanted to come to me. He said he wished he could be that way with his Family, but, he can't be, and that's a heavy burden for any Child or Young Adult to carry. Since, they Need to be able to Trust their Elders and be able to come to them for anything and everything Life might unfold with, to get Advice bourn from Wisdom and Experience. I may not have all the Answers or Solutions, but I will be Candid and hopefully my input will be something they Value enough to always Solicit. I rarely give Unsolicited Advice, so I want whoever asks me for Advice to know they can bring up any Subject matter and not have me just stand in Judgment or be clutching my Pearls about it. I've heard some stuff. So, you probably could never Shock me? I swear sometimes they seem like they try to tho'?! *Winks*</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSA90e3PtGHMMeOi49yrLu4Nokv7L3wak5n7X3Ows07xtMPt6XfbgOY7KFw2lMtuS2LK2rCjwTDWiOdw5Hu5g2MqsSEf-RduIP09Tc9kFqi40sRaYfExSvdHzjgzu27Z0yd33Agwfp89Yf0vn18ftGe5Dkqw4laMQt4PUBabKYqhxbZHpbNE2yw_1GRUs/s780/431488444_7613413402044836_7525768684934743344_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="780" data-original-width="550" height="1011" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSA90e3PtGHMMeOi49yrLu4Nokv7L3wak5n7X3Ows07xtMPt6XfbgOY7KFw2lMtuS2LK2rCjwTDWiOdw5Hu5g2MqsSEf-RduIP09Tc9kFqi40sRaYfExSvdHzjgzu27Z0yd33Agwfp89Yf0vn18ftGe5Dkqw4laMQt4PUBabKYqhxbZHpbNE2yw_1GRUs/w714-h1011/431488444_7613413402044836_7525768684934743344_n.jpg" width="714" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><i><br /></i></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>Speaking of Retro Shock... sometimes I do forget what things were like... and then when you experience it again, you're like, I don't recall it being like THAT! Mostly for me it's TV Shows and Movies I saw a long time ago, and then when I see them fast forward to Today, I'm a bit Shocked they were like THAT. Since, during the Eras they were debuting in, I guess it could have been controversial and shocking even then, yet, it was a different time and Era... and sometimes you forget what it WAS like THEN compared to NOW. And it's a stark reminder that some things have changed and that it would be even more controversial now to portray similar things in the ways they once did. Case in point, last Night I watched "Midnight Cowboy" {1969} with Dustin Hoffman and Jon Voight... I probably hadn't seen it since the early 1970's and I do remember it had an X Rating back then and was quite controversial.</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjR7cYYtl-DXdcKk1hEWMUYyq9LT2Sgqe5NnFifK8E3pBZFdOUiBpQqF7sQG8O3PPQKosTziwRS7v0_4UWpiwT_xaJxhKMdftm3vGg0agcRRPrGH9l5iBDdLObsimtmvaJAK9uPBPylD486nbmBfqVynK4OEsllIQ11dKnC5Co47Fksy8jApUr9PeoNHF0/s2015/430307012_7614387698614073_1217710274840112959_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2015" data-original-width="1504" height="951" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjR7cYYtl-DXdcKk1hEWMUYyq9LT2Sgqe5NnFifK8E3pBZFdOUiBpQqF7sQG8O3PPQKosTziwRS7v0_4UWpiwT_xaJxhKMdftm3vGg0agcRRPrGH9l5iBDdLObsimtmvaJAK9uPBPylD486nbmBfqVynK4OEsllIQ11dKnC5Co47Fksy8jApUr9PeoNHF0/w710-h951/430307012_7614387698614073_1217710274840112959_n.jpg" width="710" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><i><br /></i></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>Watching it now, well, I forgot what a freaky Movie it was, and that the Screenplay seemed like it was done while on an Acid Trip and was very derogatory towards the Gay Community. I do think it did try to portray the difficulties of the Human Condition and the suffering and challenges of the down and out of Society and the predatory behavior of those that would exploit them. The back story of the main characters can probably still be seen to this day on the Streets of any Urban Scene. Tho' it's very Dated and Era specific in many ways, so, if a remake were to be made, I'm certain they'd do it differently and perhaps with more sensitivity of not being so offensive. I think they could be more sensitive and still get the point across that the Predatory Nature of some in Society exists, without targeting an entire 'Community' with a broad biased brush stroke like it did in 1969. </i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwr3fqfazRXjH0McCG_YnzeBmzp4L2bNkuf7V2g31TAekITEoAyRilJprH_CtgI_zS9nRXsCLbDRnINxtNfVWILyKcIAz0Y4rwrbkd-6nDZlBB_amjCA2gHKqHYFtQD26zaUSHHUZG1OE_gL9R_qDU_HsWsz1dlmNKAb1bGSOhncxMLHs845Gi-fO_15Q/s5152/IMG_7947.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5152" data-original-width="3864" height="967" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwr3fqfazRXjH0McCG_YnzeBmzp4L2bNkuf7V2g31TAekITEoAyRilJprH_CtgI_zS9nRXsCLbDRnINxtNfVWILyKcIAz0Y4rwrbkd-6nDZlBB_amjCA2gHKqHYFtQD26zaUSHHUZG1OE_gL9R_qDU_HsWsz1dlmNKAb1bGSOhncxMLHs845Gi-fO_15Q/w726-h967/IMG_7947.JPG" width="726" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><i><br /></i></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i> If nobody recalls seeing it or never saw it, it's about a Handsome Male Prostitute who had been a Rural Dishwasher from Texas and came to the Big City of NYC, thinking he's irresistible... and the ailing Conman he befriends... each having nobody else who Cares about them, and their tragic lives and bond formed. The Freak Flag flies high in this Movie and I know 1969 was a very Liberal Year during an Era when Sex and Drugs was pretty Out There and magnified more than the staid 1950's Ozzie and Harriet Days. Yet, Listen, the other day whilst Chazza Shopping they were playing Oldies Hits from the 1950's and I forgot how many of the Songs glorified having 15-16 Year Old Girlfriends and the Singers were Grown Ass Adult Men!!!!!!! And the Songs were not only popular Big Hits, but, acceptable Lyrics... Ewwww...</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiK435-cTyHGUO_RrTf7nZe2uAp0gdy2PO0d9uluaM7NrHse63D0R49IgyUb6di0tQ3BMWn1L4VgFQ9SuH54DX1FjR9-68GuG6FkB8M7j0w3DjyrE5wuiXCkZHa3URarMRDLMxiibNzn9TBqTtS_gh_lWXtkEjIZF5xDN5cX7suS-9JWUUc4361HTwZmd8/s5152/IMG_7942.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5152" data-original-width="3864" height="960" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiK435-cTyHGUO_RrTf7nZe2uAp0gdy2PO0d9uluaM7NrHse63D0R49IgyUb6di0tQ3BMWn1L4VgFQ9SuH54DX1FjR9-68GuG6FkB8M7j0w3DjyrE5wuiXCkZHa3URarMRDLMxiibNzn9TBqTtS_gh_lWXtkEjIZF5xDN5cX7suS-9JWUUc4361HTwZmd8/w720-h960/IMG_7942.JPG" width="720" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>So... just sayin'... it wasn't such a Wholesome Era as they'd like to portray it. And when I think that in my Grandparent's Era or even my Parent's Era, a lot of Girls were Married Off at 13-15, that's just fucking Twisted. </i></span><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Yes, my Native American Grandma was a 13 Year Old Bride and even in my Mom's Culture, her being 19 when she met my Dad, and not Marrying until she was 21, was considered a threat of potentially being an 'Old Maid' and not marry-able! As if the Shelf Life of a Woman was over if she managed to hit her actual Adult Years of Maturing before committing to a Husband!!! And most of the Young Girls were being Married to much Older Men in those days too, not to other Teen Boys per se. These days, we'd be calling those Men a Sex Offender of preying on and Sexually Exploiting Underaged Girls, who were still Children. And, that's Creepy.</i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoOpCbFfX1WGD9SXxCm9XGib2occjyVLu7BX_m1b1yDzxDKm2XoAcXL-Qenn1Y4pCvTgG98Wfo_vsHvFvYrGePhPMJAyuhUnTnNc6aWxFPgZUzZz3aLsEgva0OW5B_iRXlB5lgFIEzqZsUYBDax7Sgg7A0wWHTXnsnW1mA0XjVQ63shs8xyGJTHTC0z-E/s5152/IMG_7933.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5152" data-original-width="3864" height="971" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoOpCbFfX1WGD9SXxCm9XGib2occjyVLu7BX_m1b1yDzxDKm2XoAcXL-Qenn1Y4pCvTgG98Wfo_vsHvFvYrGePhPMJAyuhUnTnNc6aWxFPgZUzZz3aLsEgva0OW5B_iRXlB5lgFIEzqZsUYBDax7Sgg7A0wWHTXnsnW1mA0XjVQ63shs8xyGJTHTC0z-E/w728-h971/IMG_7933.JPG" width="728" /></a></div><br /><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></i><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Anyway, I got off track there, but, these are the things I see, hear and then contemplate when throwback Movies and Songs are revisited and I'm like, damn, there was some sick shit going on that Society had no problem with then too, or, covered up!!! The Good Old Days weren't always so Good for everyone and I think we all actually KNOW that, but forget how Bad they were for many. And, if you were among the more privileged of any Era, well, of coarse for you it would be sweetly Nostalgic and whitewashed to a degree you're not seeing the Big Picture of how it adversely affected those that it certainly did. And nobody who didn't have a level playing field wants to return to that rigging of The Game of Life and go back to some archaic shit we should never repeat. We're heading there tho', Wheels Off the Rails in fact!</i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0nr7PDRFb5Rlh5ReQFdPTPCJ3gM5QU1RoDNBSTc7b76oioFuVUbI5pyaRQKrxT1rWCDOKzUcMkDCfXwGP7Yfn1jHi3AS3ml3KT-InxTO-SlvIHVKJjwHbe7hpVjKjhjcl4Rrz0x21ilATvrZwo_PEIu-tBRcLFi0_cyO1Z3_cWoynIR1P1ua8fsHXP9o/s3145/IMG_7932.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3145" data-original-width="2054" height="1108" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0nr7PDRFb5Rlh5ReQFdPTPCJ3gM5QU1RoDNBSTc7b76oioFuVUbI5pyaRQKrxT1rWCDOKzUcMkDCfXwGP7Yfn1jHi3AS3ml3KT-InxTO-SlvIHVKJjwHbe7hpVjKjhjcl4Rrz0x21ilATvrZwo_PEIu-tBRcLFi0_cyO1Z3_cWoynIR1P1ua8fsHXP9o/w724-h1108/IMG_7932.JPG" width="724" /></a></div><br /><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></i><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">I'm mailing The Grandsons all their Mail and c/o his Grandparents in Texas, their Ranch is actually in a Ghost Town that has a current population of less than 60 people and has never had a population of more than 100 since the early 1900's when it was Founded. I know they have a Cattle Ranch and are Cattle Ranchers now, his Grandpa is a retired well known Prosecutor in the State. I can understand why a high profile person like that would choose to live reclusively, a lot of risk in being a high profile Prosecutor anywhere. Anyway, I guess his Grandparents only live a couple Hours away from where the Grandsons live in New Mexico and of coarse Allen works in Texas so commutes across State lines daily for Work.</i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuE2tts6Eh2y29SWW_WgwCcdLVwXIbi5aMI_OSCRJG840h3QOzY9Dd6XYrUZlt799FXI-OToFEV8CWz-mWc4pgL7jrrQXJZ-ot5HmjCPGCoXsxtA2MqPp9tr9c28sl1bMwrom21-nezyMa2fEkxnBnI2rbFAX9fPMIDot-VrWsACp28_YZhWh2j9Fadl8/s5152/IMG_7918.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5152" data-original-width="3864" height="964" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuE2tts6Eh2y29SWW_WgwCcdLVwXIbi5aMI_OSCRJG840h3QOzY9Dd6XYrUZlt799FXI-OToFEV8CWz-mWc4pgL7jrrQXJZ-ot5HmjCPGCoXsxtA2MqPp9tr9c28sl1bMwrom21-nezyMa2fEkxnBnI2rbFAX9fPMIDot-VrWsACp28_YZhWh2j9Fadl8/w723-h964/IMG_7918.JPG" width="723" /></a></div><br /><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></i><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">The Young Prince said yeah, they live on a Ranch out in the middle of nowhere, he kinda likes it there and he definitely likes the Grandparents. So, they must be stellar people, The Young Prince doesn't like people easily, so if he does, you're a Top Shelf kinda person. He appreciates how smart Allen's Grandpa is, the one thing The Young Prince abhors is unintelligent people, he just can't Cope with people who display low IQ or intentional ignorance, it has bothered him since he was a Toddler actually. That's why I knew he was a very unusual Child with probably a very high IQ himself. It's not even a Joke that when he was only Two, he seemed smarter than me and it was Weird for such a Young Child to seem that intelligent. </i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieGz3YUK1hOFNAz-QgDU4SOt2kOXhAJ4wdtWCkG7oSeFC1cgKw9XsmUfSKiiTs4gFLfD-MQJlBtHGaXCskZ9TBrl8T5XHEMiAYcielxDCudR8x2afG1kQx_PXhuH67cV02ZMX8TwAXQIQ4qBFhqTQGQGT4_zUEj7Ek3OTbYIvdwNsRcv3jf_z2NNHkdBw/s2873/IMG_7917.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2873" data-original-width="1995" height="1043" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieGz3YUK1hOFNAz-QgDU4SOt2kOXhAJ4wdtWCkG7oSeFC1cgKw9XsmUfSKiiTs4gFLfD-MQJlBtHGaXCskZ9TBrl8T5XHEMiAYcielxDCudR8x2afG1kQx_PXhuH67cV02ZMX8TwAXQIQ4qBFhqTQGQGT4_zUEj7Ek3OTbYIvdwNsRcv3jf_z2NNHkdBw/w724-h1043/IMG_7917.JPG" width="724" /></a></div><br /><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></i><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">His IQ turned out to be 148, I didn't even know that was Genius Status and Top 1% when Educators told me his Score, so, clearly mine isn't that high. *Bwahaha* I'm like, "Oh, that's Good?" *LMAOROTF now* I remember him coming Home from Grade School in First Grade and telling me that in Da Hood, he was pretty sure he was getting a marginalized Education becoz the Teachers weren't that Smart or well Trained and most of the Kids in his Class couldn't even speak English yet. So, he wasn't sure if he was really Smart... or if everyone else was Stupid... or just needed English proficiency?! I remember trying to stifle a Laugh, and Yes, he's used big Words and has known their meaning and appropriate use since he was only Two. Sometimes he'd say such profound things and I'd have to look up the Words in his Vocabulary, since I was unfamiliar with them! </i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMcqtyITNpcGLWN2YXmlqx79kc72ZF7U6mfksznK70XBRabtyLQsy6_NWFdgXFnLuh7yO0Cb3dkJ3HliLd5h6YpFVl20KlfBQtQ3Z4s4s1MI9c_mPCfpg7RY0Rc2tMJ-NDkSN4JAiyw8C27578iimG6hUazy4JID9JZf28YuDSOgSgceKjSVN2qDVj-j4/s5152/IMG_7945.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5152" data-original-width="3864" height="972" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMcqtyITNpcGLWN2YXmlqx79kc72ZF7U6mfksznK70XBRabtyLQsy6_NWFdgXFnLuh7yO0Cb3dkJ3HliLd5h6YpFVl20KlfBQtQ3Z4s4s1MI9c_mPCfpg7RY0Rc2tMJ-NDkSN4JAiyw8C27578iimG6hUazy4JID9JZf28YuDSOgSgceKjSVN2qDVj-j4/w729-h972/IMG_7945.JPG" width="729" /></a></div><br /><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></i><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">He'd often tell me when he was a Kid, that I was pretty Smart, but not necessarily in an Academic way, but more of an instinctual way that was Street Smart and easily Read People... he could be Right? He'd tell me I know things without knowing how or why I know them... and... that's actually very observant and True. *LMAO* He knows so many random facts that talking to him about any topic, you will realize how much research he always does absorbing knowledge like a Sponge. This is why I was so frustrated that Educators were reluctant to try to Reach him and tap into his Intelligence, acting as if the Schizophrenia prevented him being Teachable. I don't Believe that, he's self-taught in just about everything he wants to know and do. He can play any Instrument for example, very well in fact... and yet his Music Teacher said he was a difficult Student to have in Class.</i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNVMtxF225f4FnsXFb3-yCtWQW7dITwh_2G5lbGIQq2wv-mCRRnUIpBGBnQHyD6ZSW1u0ALyJTrxcvzA7xq1ERtpmZoSAjvMsySK_ZG7Cthu7vwWdhrGul-vdD69O2aD7TYV7g11ndLtCufo1iR5IPgeEN6_7u-rlKe9tNBhdKSHCQ1YLJNG-xOvoUtvM/s960/426507244_7533139790072198_8272242341171078592_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="962" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNVMtxF225f4FnsXFb3-yCtWQW7dITwh_2G5lbGIQq2wv-mCRRnUIpBGBnQHyD6ZSW1u0ALyJTrxcvzA7xq1ERtpmZoSAjvMsySK_ZG7Cthu7vwWdhrGul-vdD69O2aD7TYV7g11ndLtCufo1iR5IPgeEN6_7u-rlKe9tNBhdKSHCQ1YLJNG-xOvoUtvM/w722-h962/426507244_7533139790072198_8272242341171078592_n.jpg" width="722" /></a></div><br /><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></i><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">It was only MENSA Adults who met him, that told me it was due to his IQ exceeding most people, and so a lot of Adults will feel threatened, resentful and confused by that. Especially when dealing with a Child and in an Educational setting, it can appear disruptive. He'd Sleep thru his Classes and when Woke Up by a Teacher, answer everything Right and Ace his Tests, yet, they'd Fail him and tell me he was a 'difficult' Student. Not Behaviorally Challenged, he wasn't delinquent at all, but, from a Mental Health Standpoint, they failed to be able to Reach or Teach him. He always has, and still does, often talk over my Head and it's not to be arrogant or show off, he has to remember to Dumb Things Down for most people and it annoys him. </i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2jjnWvJoF_K5ruMpC4AFq2kYwcn-xNOItow0gplAuDiDEMe2uCXX23GwK0ZHs-xbXSQFKav-ajWBdnIok9RhLuejtcJgLJP9I6wlKzGufUiZKUu4Qv4M2yty_FBe7pW7m7Mra_EJb6pb56-C7Xa1LfhCp1oFqQ9NULnAIIySBRAQjxn0P0fRWdJ0Ftdg/s2015/431525384_7617374711648705_6263737337239396371_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2015" data-original-width="1504" height="960" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2jjnWvJoF_K5ruMpC4AFq2kYwcn-xNOItow0gplAuDiDEMe2uCXX23GwK0ZHs-xbXSQFKav-ajWBdnIok9RhLuejtcJgLJP9I6wlKzGufUiZKUu4Qv4M2yty_FBe7pW7m7Mra_EJb6pb56-C7Xa1LfhCp1oFqQ9NULnAIIySBRAQjxn0P0fRWdJ0Ftdg/w717-h960/431525384_7617374711648705_6263737337239396371_n.jpg" width="717" /></a></div><br /><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></i><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Which is why he doesn't like engaging with most people, he finds them to be slow and dull, but doesn't want to be unkind about it. Yet, sometimes he can be so abrupt and lack any filter, almost as if he is on the Autism Spectrum, tho', his Docs told me he wasn't, but, I see symptoms that to me prove otherwise. I feel he either has high functional Autism or Aspergers Syndrome, since, he has a lot of trouble effectively socializing or communicating with people. So, he'd rather just be solitary and prefer isolating, than to seem like a Super-Nerd nobody understands and gets too annoyed with social interactions. Plus he has a lot of Psychosis and understands deeply his Mental Illness Diagnosis and how grim it is.</i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijlBGBcaxwmrytYVc9PvYTd0bhnBt0v90y-qvrhhkdzvTZHKY92uJdf2EiUltR4b19vS5QbCjszzj8ZG0Abbrx5z51yKlZQNw93T2zm287-B0VHIth_IV6GOamKbrIHPiuPYpRi4eQChuEgg1OVWdkA0YLyXEIdE1BfIvzDvEKQYQMp51tbknoHtWCynY/s2015/431736346_7617377098315133_8635034744810195816_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2015" data-original-width="1504" height="961" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijlBGBcaxwmrytYVc9PvYTd0bhnBt0v90y-qvrhhkdzvTZHKY92uJdf2EiUltR4b19vS5QbCjszzj8ZG0Abbrx5z51yKlZQNw93T2zm287-B0VHIth_IV6GOamKbrIHPiuPYpRi4eQChuEgg1OVWdkA0YLyXEIdE1BfIvzDvEKQYQMp51tbknoHtWCynY/w718-h961/431736346_7617377098315133_8635034744810195816_n.jpg" width="718" /></a></div><br /><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></i><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">One of my Goodwill Hunting Scores with that generous Gift Card from the Random Lady Customer, was this set of Six Old Lavender Glass Bottles in a Wire Stand, really Cool, Scored for only Ten Bucks. Well, FREE to me, since the Gift Card covered the Cost. I also Scored a Pewter Signed Sculpture of a Mountain Lion in a Tree for less than Two Bucks... clearly the Pricers knew not what had Value and what doesn't. Crap was being Priced way too high and the Good Stuff was amazingly Priced way low at a few locations. Had I been in the market for a huge Glass Commercial Display Case, they had one for Ninety-Nine Bucks. Too large, no place for it, but a Steal since it was Chrome, Glass and a huge Contemporary Style Display Case that looked like it had come out of a High End Jeweler's Business.</i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAuPXNx_FRjjsVX_bCSB8TgFgI6WW-BpwOwZL2y41zJikhuhueJhyPVl8tZgJefAD8TS9ioqLXd8aepJAL2YHmFboko3G4C2C6JPb1y3jlhzYMsyuvpQDt8SJrMDyGV6aTHVkOl_O2BgSzb6xqdckz4aPRDS0mQ063pVVP_HaUB-LdB6DDasLp4UIk5wc/s5152/IMG_7944.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5152" data-original-width="3864" height="959" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAuPXNx_FRjjsVX_bCSB8TgFgI6WW-BpwOwZL2y41zJikhuhueJhyPVl8tZgJefAD8TS9ioqLXd8aepJAL2YHmFboko3G4C2C6JPb1y3jlhzYMsyuvpQDt8SJrMDyGV6aTHVkOl_O2BgSzb6xqdckz4aPRDS0mQ063pVVP_HaUB-LdB6DDasLp4UIk5wc/w720-h959/IMG_7944.JPG" width="720" /></a></div><br /><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></i><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">I admire the Large Deals, I just don't have the Muscle or the readied Space for anything like that, so I Pass on it. If I had a large Retail Spot, something like that could be easily Turned with a great margin of profit and probably Sold to someone with a Brick and Mortar Shop or an Antique Mall Vendor needing a Locked Display Case that their location allows them to have in their Booth. Ours doesn't, you have to Rent Locked Cases, they don't allow you to have your own. Most of my Friends in the Industry, if they can't have use of something they see, will send Word out of where it's at, that's how I knew about the Display Case, another Vendor shot a pix of it at a Goodwill and asked around if anyone was Game for it?</i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwh4IPBmHH63FqKk7QRsumigorQNuXEKiRrvVCYwV61DgVM6tFC5KxbTTz9MTfjSxHc8yKv8yrNuzYiHur2_WSu5PnbVJdM0TpKAqt9o7c-aumYlw11LduBnp83BJq1dVY6_yhtaFqP3Kcbq3sCggtZ1xH-u_Rdbky2v-DGgf1uhrt9JxXerO_rj9Eujg/s3543/IMG_7762.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3543" data-original-width="2203" height="1158" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwh4IPBmHH63FqKk7QRsumigorQNuXEKiRrvVCYwV61DgVM6tFC5KxbTTz9MTfjSxHc8yKv8yrNuzYiHur2_WSu5PnbVJdM0TpKAqt9o7c-aumYlw11LduBnp83BJq1dVY6_yhtaFqP3Kcbq3sCggtZ1xH-u_Rdbky2v-DGgf1uhrt9JxXerO_rj9Eujg/w720-h1158/IMG_7762.JPG" width="720" /></a></div><br /><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></i><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Princess T gets out early on Wednesdays, at 12:15, and is miffed that I scheduled her Dental Appointment Today for her Tooth Cleaning. So, I told her if she had plans to be with Mister Wonderful, she could invite him over and then when she's done with her Appointment at around 4:30 they can do whatever. She really wanted me to cancel the Appointment, but I pretended like I didn't have enuf time to on short notice... and that's semi-true, since, any cancellation should be at least 24 Hours and should have been done Yesterday. I completely forget that now it's close to end of the School Year, every Wednesday is a Short Day. I've been trying to Schedule everyone's Appointments who can't drive, so that I can take them to them. </i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrKdwY32GZ9BwdyC9qLShNuOG-eWBRrKcdrH0KZFiNm85LSvYUTZ5w2zxJMy7gjK3oUAOS-YEMA2wbordUt99JR-vjDh1ulQPO9cVe5Yx5_ymPxQUfoImKaZHrna_oP-eCkc8xN0tYARl-nIvNxNW_ffWJYdWiETRQRMszSaSOLdj1d024P_0FiU_MHsY/s5152/IMG_6001.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5152" data-original-width="3864" height="964" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrKdwY32GZ9BwdyC9qLShNuOG-eWBRrKcdrH0KZFiNm85LSvYUTZ5w2zxJMy7gjK3oUAOS-YEMA2wbordUt99JR-vjDh1ulQPO9cVe5Yx5_ymPxQUfoImKaZHrna_oP-eCkc8xN0tYARl-nIvNxNW_ffWJYdWiETRQRMszSaSOLdj1d024P_0FiU_MHsY/w723-h964/IMG_6001.JPG" width="723" /></a></div><br /><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></i><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"> I'm Thankful that as long as she's in School, the Adoption Board still provides her Medical and Dental Insurance and Benefits. Otherwise she'd have none since they won't allow her to be on The Man's and he's the only one who has Insurance Provided Post-Retirement that she could have qualified for IF he'd been allowed to Adopt The G-Kid Force too. But, I had to Adopt them as if a Single Woman, since, he's a vulnerable Adult who requires full time Caregivers and isn't capable of even looking after himself, let alone Children. So, here we now are... reliant on the State to provide what she still needs and keep the qualifying factors in place. She has significant chronic Health Issues, since birth, so it's important she have Health Insurance that covers her.</i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsMdShi86f3gLcXPab2WI1iU7VOo6Nh6PttfSAWxI2Z5whOnlT_GktzuVoFGE3ZJrEMwFei4phQ0v_sqn8g1c1pdYOtlZ-giMoqDxCHBh0GkAYNpHadPbGwQRNE_eSgp9QaU9Z2A8BfNEbHKGPaJKPBACR8SFmywuPQWDBpYqWB7XNUENk9yXHbYV-djE/s5152/IMG_7943.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5152" data-original-width="3864" height="970" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsMdShi86f3gLcXPab2WI1iU7VOo6Nh6PttfSAWxI2Z5whOnlT_GktzuVoFGE3ZJrEMwFei4phQ0v_sqn8g1c1pdYOtlZ-giMoqDxCHBh0GkAYNpHadPbGwQRNE_eSgp9QaU9Z2A8BfNEbHKGPaJKPBACR8SFmywuPQWDBpYqWB7XNUENk9yXHbYV-djE/w727-h970/IMG_7943.JPG" width="727" /></a></div><br /><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></i><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">The Young Prince was telling me Today when we talked on the Phone, that he can qualify for more benefits as a Disabled Adult whose currently Homeless, than he could here in Arizona, despite being Married. He also said the Million Plus Acres of Wildfires in Texas have tanked the Cattle Ranching Industry so Allen's Hours have been severely cut and he's sent Home early now every day. Many Cattle perished and couldn't outrun the fast moving Fires, I saw the Heart rendering Stampedes on TV, where the Livestock and Wild Animals were running for their Lives. The Fires were not contained at all and moving so fast nothing could outrun them really, it's a wonder more Humans weren't grim statistics. Luckily Allen's Grandparents Cattle Ranch was South of where the Fires hit, so they weren't affected. </i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0WRkbBjrtdyFxJ5Rij4Vi0Yx6AOod_DitjCaDOhj4CMMDsIZKKN9n5MqYRjvV_Gg8RF1u45PLHVB3F_jonF0pWpmKJ88Qi2J9CaQQq6la1QaEjbFTkXjVK1PxrEwPDKRz9_XNeeFDDzkursK3Bmh9iy96POcdF-_DOYTBmG2ftjsrKAZ4fFd2d7SG4Z8/s5152/IMG_7950.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5152" data-original-width="3864" height="971" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0WRkbBjrtdyFxJ5Rij4Vi0Yx6AOod_DitjCaDOhj4CMMDsIZKKN9n5MqYRjvV_Gg8RF1u45PLHVB3F_jonF0pWpmKJ88Qi2J9CaQQq6la1QaEjbFTkXjVK1PxrEwPDKRz9_XNeeFDDzkursK3Bmh9iy96POcdF-_DOYTBmG2ftjsrKAZ4fFd2d7SG4Z8/w728-h971/IMG_7950.JPG" width="728" /></a></div><br /><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></i><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">But, I expect Beef prices to go way up, tho' the Media is telling us it won't. I'm not sure the devastation won't affect that Industry for Years to come. Cattle that did Survive did get burns and some have serious or life threatening injury and will have to be euthanized, it's so tragic for any living thing to suffer that fate of bad burns. Fortunately Human Fatalities were low so it was probably Grassland and not a lot of Residential Property, in the area. The Grandson said it's set them back since financially now Allen's income has gone way down and he's not certain when the Slaughterhouse he works at will resume normal production... or not? So, more than just the Ranchers were impacted, it has a ripple effect of anyone that Industry touches the Livelihood of... along with Consumers of the Product.</i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIgNsMs7xK1sk7vDWEX2eqvewcibJeO0m0XG6qpIZoqSVRafI7_53cM9fTSMqcgtNy0P1bL2YedJ8cuOaDBive-KUiD114pi2sPkwCq_1VqgFA-TgzKvDLePzpRZnZPT2_6s4_3bkekZRLQDRYi8IjgJ67dx82WdYBZ-gSEDuGMI5Zbxg6hzbJZ1j7_qs/s4754/IMG_7783.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4754" data-original-width="3212" height="1086" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIgNsMs7xK1sk7vDWEX2eqvewcibJeO0m0XG6qpIZoqSVRafI7_53cM9fTSMqcgtNy0P1bL2YedJ8cuOaDBive-KUiD114pi2sPkwCq_1VqgFA-TgzKvDLePzpRZnZPT2_6s4_3bkekZRLQDRYi8IjgJ67dx82WdYBZ-gSEDuGMI5Zbxg6hzbJZ1j7_qs/w733-h1086/IMG_7783.JPG" width="733" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">*******</i></div><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Blessings, Love and Light my Friends... from the Arizona Desert... Dawn... The Bohemian</i></p>Bohemianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03743017084098726581noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4825579903367960408.post-90330643872421169512024-03-05T07:59:00.000-08:002024-03-05T08:17:38.886-08:00A Serious Incident At The High School<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUY66VjZwF3_syAQnqjxBek16JiaAsUTobfSTimU6P5caYfz6_hEGoy95Nv8sjY08Fwf6l9U_R_1w4T6lXUuDW884ceqjoOIDpfodML05yCqdkKRDTa33WETWBsFPCgP0euaVgf2TLWIguLdzrQAvSx_rI-DQYPN08QdVR7XFUV_hFLAbNlzNIZSgQdX4/s2015/431387960_7610087405710769_3226176465760418304_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2015" data-original-width="1504" height="1015" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUY66VjZwF3_syAQnqjxBek16JiaAsUTobfSTimU6P5caYfz6_hEGoy95Nv8sjY08Fwf6l9U_R_1w4T6lXUuDW884ceqjoOIDpfodML05yCqdkKRDTa33WETWBsFPCgP0euaVgf2TLWIguLdzrQAvSx_rI-DQYPN08QdVR7XFUV_hFLAbNlzNIZSgQdX4/w758-h1015/431387960_7610087405710769_3226176465760418304_n.jpg" width="758" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>We'll begin the Post with some fabulous Food Porn Mongolian Beef from "Dragon Garden", a small Chinese Restaurant near Home that has some of the best Chinese Food I've had in Years. The Restaurant had gone thru a few incantations with a couple different Owners since Pandemic. Some very good, some awful, but the current Owner has really impressed us with their exceptional quality, prices and selection, so we do Hope they thrive at that location. I got some Egg Drop Soup, Sticky Rice, Fried Wonton and Orange Chicken for the Family too.</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMRyLcVCydmHKh18dsR1ZUpbSQDxqOxwSo1nLtmBFkGW4Z9ZjhMZKH2x0ZHhoxFVgEipoUCjQbQEs8J3JN5Bxd32r4dYxtWL_iaDLZ6-NwEBnBpV0vDW0RWMeSNGsjZjQ84QFK6E2v8_fxnXwU8WzXRcD9awbhCfCQi9fv63NUfbrDv2K3dg5fYZkp670/s1350/53790505_2452046311690878_3934716408557993984_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1350" data-original-width="1080" height="943" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMRyLcVCydmHKh18dsR1ZUpbSQDxqOxwSo1nLtmBFkGW4Z9ZjhMZKH2x0ZHhoxFVgEipoUCjQbQEs8J3JN5Bxd32r4dYxtWL_iaDLZ6-NwEBnBpV0vDW0RWMeSNGsjZjQ84QFK6E2v8_fxnXwU8WzXRcD9awbhCfCQi9fv63NUfbrDv2K3dg5fYZkp670/w754-h943/53790505_2452046311690878_3934716408557993984_n.jpg" width="754" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><i><br /></i></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i> Apparently they have a large fancier Dine-In location too that is close by also, I think it's called "Lucky Buddha". So, they gave us the coordinates for that one, since, we come to this smaller and new to them location all the time now. </i></span><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Today the Owner had her 18 Month Old Daughter there, what a Sweet, Friendly, Adorable, and extremely Well Behaved Child she was. And Smart beyond her Age too, every time she said a Word, she'd say it in Three Languages... English, Chinese and Spanish!!!</i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgn3kRHmCB89ToDTqE7R9OXqFk7r_ZlbanR6iU2uwfTK4slQmXHEyxohhCEPsDqWPQBDv3NmTQ49_-8C3eS8gNvzyAZ3whElR1tt1kDmkUXljsHzdQDPsRzHzqaUF-aUeGz4SLCqCq1pQNt_y4mkELLhsEYOaEVY8oql8p3ZpZGuldEqJpTdtti5oxJcJA/s5152/IMG_7002.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5152" data-original-width="3864" height="1015" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgn3kRHmCB89ToDTqE7R9OXqFk7r_ZlbanR6iU2uwfTK4slQmXHEyxohhCEPsDqWPQBDv3NmTQ49_-8C3eS8gNvzyAZ3whElR1tt1kDmkUXljsHzdQDPsRzHzqaUF-aUeGz4SLCqCq1pQNt_y4mkELLhsEYOaEVY8oql8p3ZpZGuldEqJpTdtti5oxJcJA/w762-h1015/IMG_7002.JPG" width="762" /></a></div><br /><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></i><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">I finally got all of the Old Pine Tree Branches burnt up in the Fire Pit, of the Big Tree we had to have cut down that got killed off by Bark Beetle. Now we only have the Trunk Wood left and will be giving half to one of Anna's Friends, who will come pick some more of it up with his Truck. We gave them a Truck load when we first had the Tree removed, no way we need or want that much Wood. The Tree had been about 40 Feet tall and about 40+ Years Old... so, a LOT of Wood to dispose of. </i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3bZKLgDn6ptDlyFAv2g-8Vb-c882TL5Y_gNSAp6A7e3dxgDr0Hunpft86SB5eKDK45P8_KodrOlbH3bhVL1mdHbrWpQ7BfGBkHHL0Es3unhOIHo-w3Rj0lA43lU2XKplrTBcK4O86sQ5EdO5p1S1FZzKBuO4z5iyGZ40UgCClDA0iscZS3z8WlapixvQ/s1255/52813280_2437532633142246_8541111942104743936_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1255" data-original-width="1080" height="885" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3bZKLgDn6ptDlyFAv2g-8Vb-c882TL5Y_gNSAp6A7e3dxgDr0Hunpft86SB5eKDK45P8_KodrOlbH3bhVL1mdHbrWpQ7BfGBkHHL0Es3unhOIHo-w3Rj0lA43lU2XKplrTBcK4O86sQ5EdO5p1S1FZzKBuO4z5iyGZ40UgCClDA0iscZS3z8WlapixvQ/w761-h885/52813280_2437532633142246_8541111942104743936_n.jpg" width="761" /></a></div><br /><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></i><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"> I'm such a Pyro that I've had fun using it up in the Fire Pit, but, I'm glad the messy parts are now gone. Bulk Garbage took a lot of the small Branches and Pine Needles away this Morning, I just piled it all up Curbside for removal. They only come once a Month to pick up Bulk Garbage for Free, so I didn't want to miss the opportunity for them to take what they would remove in one fell swoop. I'd gotten such a good Deal on having the Tree cut down by not having the people I hired remove any of it. They cut it up into smaller pieces nicely tho'.</i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEga59BGp3FkoZP8JxBt_Wscb0nPz-f0flrRMv4WXhGLhgHRk3zGbPrtWP8FxCPKU1J7NwdZxzkCZcwG9UvABU3kuvCWlkr10N1S9GMKNgYFjiUDbEuDr29UBhyphenhyphenyfILoeSzv939eyFZblrM4K8hdD9yAB2ORSdUxVWvQxI2HOoyzc7tMoyHmuluKFHog4XM/s873/431378404_7600953873290789_395277726514961896_nd.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="873" data-original-width="543" height="1211" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEga59BGp3FkoZP8JxBt_Wscb0nPz-f0flrRMv4WXhGLhgHRk3zGbPrtWP8FxCPKU1J7NwdZxzkCZcwG9UvABU3kuvCWlkr10N1S9GMKNgYFjiUDbEuDr29UBhyphenhyphenyfILoeSzv939eyFZblrM4K8hdD9yAB2ORSdUxVWvQxI2HOoyzc7tMoyHmuluKFHog4XM/w753-h1211/431378404_7600953873290789_395277726514961896_nd.jpg" width="753" /></a></div><br /><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></i><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">With the John Deere Mower still being on the fritz, even after installing the new Fuel Pump, basic Yardwork is deferred and African Daisies are springing up everywhere, very pretty. I got mad at our Pool Guy tho', he ran over a large portion of the African Daisy Border I have growing along the Front of our Front Yard Wall Streetside!!! I complained to Brad, the Pool Company Owner, about it, since, it was unnecessary and careless. We have Two Driveways our Hired Help can Park in, they don't need to Park on the Street in front of the House and risk damaging our Flowerbed or the Wall. So, the first Four Feet of African Daisies you see here, are now flat as fucking Pancakes for him running over them with the Company Truck! That's damn close to the Wall too!</i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAeaHwa9X2swT2XoniS1EISqOjZEifIB8ZDjXSXksHTgPvuqKWD08k3vEvzw12734htsab7iQI3tKK_jXDTezAompeYKcBrkPmDnUSqWgDQnvqY64xi10QVqzBQSOmUNpwwo0gpeb-tixgkXqqk2rEnZdhjhMF0AmnaIzIqP0J3B55EtgEuVZ72KwQrWA/s5152/IMG_3963.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5152" data-original-width="3864" height="1011" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAeaHwa9X2swT2XoniS1EISqOjZEifIB8ZDjXSXksHTgPvuqKWD08k3vEvzw12734htsab7iQI3tKK_jXDTezAompeYKcBrkPmDnUSqWgDQnvqY64xi10QVqzBQSOmUNpwwo0gpeb-tixgkXqqk2rEnZdhjhMF0AmnaIzIqP0J3B55EtgEuVZ72KwQrWA/w758-h1011/IMG_3963.JPG" width="758" /></a></div><br /><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></i><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">That also meant he drove up on and obstructed the whole Sidewalk, also, not necessary. Both Driveways were empty, since everyone was at Work and I'd gone to the Store, so he had plenty of Parking options. Princess T saw the Pool Guy come and where he had Parked. I wasn't gone long and when I came back, saw the carnage and asked her who had come by and run over all my Flowers? She said it was the Pool Guy and she saw him do it out her Bedroom Window. She was Home Sick from School or there wouldn't have been any Witnesses. </i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtOIEVLPiw-M4XJ7Qb0nowo3MdC6GrcUitV4XRXwO9-9tYF-xgO_FcW1issPbYAlo5V4sGTnKVL44RRpW3RW-4MRMR60EWfB40xHLv0CKCrjNidAcHFseKvxXnFE-Xs1mE8DcTub3UAXkE2m6oQ2urIcNT5HyfyjkX09mcrR6gF_KFOGjvJlBKHW8lOxM/s1080/54432899_2450632885165554_5386692405766389760_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="751" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtOIEVLPiw-M4XJ7Qb0nowo3MdC6GrcUitV4XRXwO9-9tYF-xgO_FcW1issPbYAlo5V4sGTnKVL44RRpW3RW-4MRMR60EWfB40xHLv0CKCrjNidAcHFseKvxXnFE-Xs1mE8DcTub3UAXkE2m6oQ2urIcNT5HyfyjkX09mcrR6gF_KFOGjvJlBKHW8lOxM/w751-h751/54432899_2450632885165554_5386692405766389760_n.jpg" width="751" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"> I was so upset, since, as I'd been leaving to go Grocery Shopping, I'd JUST mentioned to The Man how Lovely our Flower Border had filled in and grown this Year! *Le Sigh* </i><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">I wasn't quite as distraught as I was the Year that The Son and TJ pulled up all my African Daisies before they Bloomed, assuming they were Weeds!!! I Cried. They felt awful and don't touch in front of the Wall now, knowing it's my Flower Bed for Annuals. *Whew* I have tons of Seed for these, but, they only grow in the Spring and now is the time they look best, so, you miss your chance if someone destroys them.</i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVbxwgZRGJySnBVLxGv5VUx4fZF_qwZkjYr0dR6rd9VrUrhYkE3WfkulA5lMMa9uNHiRrsC-_6CJWz0IzkAYZWk2ZwdHVEEe9ixK5o7UMZhwqqDD708HGmyzFRpSELlVGSLPNsxEIlIUfzs9appV-8mvPzhCu-xU9T3O5my9bEJXaQzrZOvy47D4LRqdU/s5152/IMG_6051.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5152" data-original-width="3864" height="1001" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVbxwgZRGJySnBVLxGv5VUx4fZF_qwZkjYr0dR6rd9VrUrhYkE3WfkulA5lMMa9uNHiRrsC-_6CJWz0IzkAYZWk2ZwdHVEEe9ixK5o7UMZhwqqDD708HGmyzFRpSELlVGSLPNsxEIlIUfzs9appV-8mvPzhCu-xU9T3O5my9bEJXaQzrZOvy47D4LRqdU/w751-h1001/IMG_6051.JPG" width="751" /></a></div><br /><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></i><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">I already Sold some of the more expensive 1970's Toys out of the New Locked Showcase, just the first Day of having it. Today I put Prices on my Display Shelves in my Showroom, I'm just going to Sell most of them and then I won't have to move larger furniture over to the New Showroom. I already bought some Vintage Industrial Shelves from Ken, who is in the New Showroom now and has 50% Off everything in the Room, including his Display Furnishings. I like his better than what I had, so I've bought some and he's letting me just leave them in there and he'll used them for Smalls until he moves out.</i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7wCdzI3ay8XikguUbxQAQLd8yX2BOqVGMgM0VHJdi6nN6MY_2jlPiiJfuDzRy6hx2gYzuuk0oGqdSoMcpApdpJUWI47fcUlyVvnef8IBHkrL8ivmQ5WwzQoRJI751PCipKpTw6T8LdULzFhsBusFWi4u4VoGiRFalu7mXzOn3IT6DV4rNE8ULp6UPJZY/s4463/IMG_4931dd.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4463" data-original-width="3256" height="1032" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7wCdzI3ay8XikguUbxQAQLd8yX2BOqVGMgM0VHJdi6nN6MY_2jlPiiJfuDzRy6hx2gYzuuk0oGqdSoMcpApdpJUWI47fcUlyVvnef8IBHkrL8ivmQ5WwzQoRJI751PCipKpTw6T8LdULzFhsBusFWi4u4VoGiRFalu7mXzOn3IT6DV4rNE8ULp6UPJZY/w751-h1032/IMG_4931dd.JPG" width="751" /></a></div><br /><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></i><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"> I bought a fabulous large real Bronze Antique H-Shaped Industrial Clothing Rack from him and a taller Industrial Black Metal T-Shaped Antique Clothing Rack too from him that has an ornate Wrought Iron Pedestal Stand with Claw Feet. I got each for less than Forty Bucks!!! I'm using the smaller T-Shaped one in my current Room for Shirts, the larger H-Shaped one is heavy as a Boat Anchor, and difficult to move, so will be left in the New Showroom. I know with Ken's Medical Issues, he wants to rid himself of all heavy Inventory now and installed Racks. I already bought all his installed Industrial Pipe Racks he'd fabricated especially for that Showroom.</i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyxLl1QcG6zry-b8QK3qIPYqJVUIB-tN4KF7ktiddXwtRfnNbdK2PKjZDb9mfOxN4CwFjts_LRcdT8BMjP-mxijBE_B6423Z-u8EXAr0tfVxABbBY_jSB5MPuJPaEQD9lSpeOk6CcUb1RJ_7hVoKehv7QA0grveDfF_NtltlH1tJS8svdXnF_9ufsgGI8/s1275/53165005_2450353865193456_2619699479535681536_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1275" data-original-width="1080" height="872" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyxLl1QcG6zry-b8QK3qIPYqJVUIB-tN4KF7ktiddXwtRfnNbdK2PKjZDb9mfOxN4CwFjts_LRcdT8BMjP-mxijBE_B6423Z-u8EXAr0tfVxABbBY_jSB5MPuJPaEQD9lSpeOk6CcUb1RJ_7hVoKehv7QA0grveDfF_NtltlH1tJS8svdXnF_9ufsgGI8/w738-h872/53165005_2450353865193456_2619699479535681536_n.jpg" width="738" /></a></div><br /><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></i><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">I'd like to talk him into Selling me all his fabricated S-Hooks he made, since, the Home Improvement Stores they're Selling are flimsy and not as Cool or as large as his are. I can see why he fabricated his own to hang Product. Anyway, next time I see him I'll ask about the S-Hooks or if he'd be willing to make me some like the ones he's using in the Showroom? He hasn't been in very much since he got out of the Hospital tho', I've only seen him once since his Accident. He'd showed me pixs of what he looked like after the Accident, it was grotesque and his injuries were life threatening and severe. Almost his entire Face was literally broken, his Ribs, Arm, Hand... it has been a tough recovery from a very bad Senior Fall off a Flatbed Truck.</i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"></i></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMgpPvRwXt5VVplpIoJw-gFQLeSog3U8yd4D2HoQMiUQzJfLA2tmhABN4WRHaxLk3Zj34aPGmzBQbB7K1V1eALSJnxnKxyhMeNqDD1EFvsLOjgaI0zTNo6mokzYPjwy2lrcxw2tKlUrXHcK6l8RTbK57RmyoI8dfjEiMVQqzohPKNZNd591DIscKp6IOg/s3672/IMG_0928.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3672" data-original-width="2547" height="1066" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMgpPvRwXt5VVplpIoJw-gFQLeSog3U8yd4D2HoQMiUQzJfLA2tmhABN4WRHaxLk3Zj34aPGmzBQbB7K1V1eALSJnxnKxyhMeNqDD1EFvsLOjgaI0zTNo6mokzYPjwy2lrcxw2tKlUrXHcK6l8RTbK57RmyoI8dfjEiMVQqzohPKNZNd591DIscKp6IOg/w739-h1066/IMG_0928.JPG" width="739" /></a></i></div><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /> </i><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">I picked up another Shift for a Saturday Night on the 16th since our Mall is having a Sale and they needed extra people. I don't mind being an Extra and am usually On Call for that or for filling in for someone calling in Sick or on Vacation. I don't want any more permanent Shifts than just the Sunday Night one. There's a lot of New Vendors working the Shifts now, they all seem to know me and call me by Name, which is awkward, since, I don't know any of them and their Names, even once they tell me, I can't retain the Names when I just meet someone New. We've had a lot of high turnover of Vendors, so, I don't get to know a lot of them before they're gone. In the Old Days, Vendors stayed for Years and you formed bonds and closer Friendships with many. It's harder when there's more transiency.</i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYH-6ksr2v-RmMTg_odl7NYtcaK8VEquSaYD98yDdD1g-Ppz4ykYjrR-xA464OWlAfQmb8IiufpB1BY5bCEh6-d5IJ_4k_KozuUmcGiArUtqWX1Fl2sjN9c9zhKF0RFF94FEdNikEPBrwmbGxReKEO-i8fZ0xEWPG2wvewlT5mYGPswNw0Pjva4OTMkOM/s5152/IMG_4559.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5152" data-original-width="3864" height="999" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYH-6ksr2v-RmMTg_odl7NYtcaK8VEquSaYD98yDdD1g-Ppz4ykYjrR-xA464OWlAfQmb8IiufpB1BY5bCEh6-d5IJ_4k_KozuUmcGiArUtqWX1Fl2sjN9c9zhKF0RFF94FEdNikEPBrwmbGxReKEO-i8fZ0xEWPG2wvewlT5mYGPswNw0Pjva4OTMkOM/w750-h999/IMG_4559.JPG" width="750" /></a></div><br /><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></i><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>Plus, I don't get out as much anymore and it's harder to form bonds when you see people infrequently. Most of what I do is with Family or people I've known a long time and have History with. I will miss the Ladies from Montana that I used to stand in Line with at "Sweet Salvage", I'd gotten to know them quite well and they were a fun bunch of Gals that now have Properties in Arizona too. I didn't exchange information for contact with them, I rarely do that with anyone. In spite of having a Blog that is Public, I'm quite Private in Real Life and Guarded about people having my Phone Number or Address. There are people I've known a long time that have neither. I like a very small Inner Circle, otherwise I'd be overwhelmed and risk my level of Solitude I Cherish and Need.</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyC-MXAB5uQ27yuAZA6VeRtQyGyT1iGpaZZNUWNi2OgGde1VTgjWmjLExEVpEs4zl-YPVwJ4atwEpBoMTtD3IGwWE3C1lhBgbrY6Xy5ySG2r87mIvd51K9-kvbls1EoHNnL3PbcYl27M44wnkBnqVG5u3q4YNevNKnDd90ec2EAmgxyLvif3Cp21dex5g/s5152/IMG_7461.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5152" data-original-width="3864" height="1001" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyC-MXAB5uQ27yuAZA6VeRtQyGyT1iGpaZZNUWNi2OgGde1VTgjWmjLExEVpEs4zl-YPVwJ4atwEpBoMTtD3IGwWE3C1lhBgbrY6Xy5ySG2r87mIvd51K9-kvbls1EoHNnL3PbcYl27M44wnkBnqVG5u3q4YNevNKnDd90ec2EAmgxyLvif3Cp21dex5g/w751-h1001/IMG_7461.JPG" width="751" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><i><br /></i></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>A lot of March will be spent out in Nature for Springtime, rather than Shopping or attending Events now, even those I still want to continue with. Closer to Autumn I resume a lot of that kind of thing for Recreation and Inspiration. I just prefer being Outside and I also want to spend more time at the Gym during the Summertime. I've been slack about going to the Gym and I need to discipline myself to get in there more often. I like working out, I just have had so much going on that getting in there now they have the Senior Restrictions on when you can go, has hindered me a lot. The times I used to go, anyone on the Silver Sneaker Program Membership, can't go during those times anymore. I'm still Grateful for Medicare providing Membership for a good Gym tho', that otherwise I couldn't afford. I don't like Ageism Discrimination tho', it's surprising some places feel unashamed doing it.</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAZgQzNS5-Ngl1mVJpMu7uQqUi77goRA-mlSiU2V0LGh3lhB-WRJc_UlsLhSbKpKUXhj5aZ088ev3HxmoqyC_XWm66KU8zmLzL5d7rKN24ydyjX9hJ-mlMifaPtKMOQXNtjb1WCF3-m2EdzKsbgS7vnk9pm184g3NUC7-32B8FO-kqzsMUwRQZxIIP_sk/s5152/IMG_5278.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5152" data-original-width="3864" height="1009" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAZgQzNS5-Ngl1mVJpMu7uQqUi77goRA-mlSiU2V0LGh3lhB-WRJc_UlsLhSbKpKUXhj5aZ088ev3HxmoqyC_XWm66KU8zmLzL5d7rKN24ydyjX9hJ-mlMifaPtKMOQXNtjb1WCF3-m2EdzKsbgS7vnk9pm184g3NUC7-32B8FO-kqzsMUwRQZxIIP_sk/w757-h1009/IMG_5278.JPG" width="757" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><i><br /></i></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i> The Daughter has found alternative placement for her Middle Daughter in Mexico should the Aunt decide she just can't Cope. I'm relieved and the Placement is with Dear Friends of The Daughter who let her and the Kids stay at their Home during the Months she was trying to get them across the Border, then couldn't. So, all her Kids know him, his Wife and their Children, and Adore the Family. He's a Friend whose always done a lot for the Daughter and known her a very long time, they're Best of Friends and remained so even after he got Married. The Daughter and his Wife get along and they have adorable Children, who are much Younger than our Granddaughter. So, she could be a Help with the little ones. She Loves small Children and is good with them. And, they're strict and no Nonsense about Parenting, our Granddaughter knows that and NEEDS that.</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizBKhdyXWs4JPhs-N1A-k-RE69GQ5UZUP3NZkcxKJctZK6PpUqHxZdPVJ3JwZ5T0nNJL7n8u3o8y73FqCf1phbA3XTdfz2yl2UXj_RcWjaHYCZj_G5Y1ZmsYGzKVuDY8osW1AUOsjtEmCcq2OcJTYSpZxosTVIZk5cUlSiJAGEQrAYY79CTe2fUOvZlxc/s5152/IMG_7462.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5152" data-original-width="3864" height="1019" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizBKhdyXWs4JPhs-N1A-k-RE69GQ5UZUP3NZkcxKJctZK6PpUqHxZdPVJ3JwZ5T0nNJL7n8u3o8y73FqCf1phbA3XTdfz2yl2UXj_RcWjaHYCZj_G5Y1ZmsYGzKVuDY8osW1AUOsjtEmCcq2OcJTYSpZxosTVIZk5cUlSiJAGEQrAYY79CTe2fUOvZlxc/w764-h1019/IMG_7462.JPG" width="764" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><i><br /></i></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>Out of the Trio of Sisters in Mexico, that Grandchild is the most Prodigal one who needs a lot of Structure, a disciplined approach with Boundaries and consistency. I'm not sure she has gotten that, becoz she's likeable and pretty, so, she's often just gotten her way and been spoiled... it's showing now she's 15. It's less Cute when a Teenager does what perhaps they could get away with when a smaller Child. That's why I don't like to encourage Behavior that I know won't be tolerated or thought to be Cute or Charming in an Older Child. If they were led to Believe it was as a Youngster, it's very conflicting for them when all of a sudden, it is met with intolerance and disappointment. I've always said, the bigger the Kiddo, the bigger the Problems if you haven't nipped the problem Behaviors in the Bud and let them have realistic expectations of what's Socially acceptable and what won't be.</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGVqAFhKDGXkc4itp0KHKe_IRCavSFw5_FpAdSmYGpHJElRUrvx-PUI-UNcwPWNV3i9vHNIyeyELa6cpr3ePlcPFgMBeOkPLJwIVuNDekjtx78OCrvSSvJWGQhdmm65usXdExJr7e4dtRS7WQOWGPkfRHVqaoB20yn1b5eNGgpSCMEAr1ztqzl11PUgpE/s5152/IMG_3590.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5152" data-original-width="3864" height="1018" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGVqAFhKDGXkc4itp0KHKe_IRCavSFw5_FpAdSmYGpHJElRUrvx-PUI-UNcwPWNV3i9vHNIyeyELa6cpr3ePlcPFgMBeOkPLJwIVuNDekjtx78OCrvSSvJWGQhdmm65usXdExJr7e4dtRS7WQOWGPkfRHVqaoB20yn1b5eNGgpSCMEAr1ztqzl11PUgpE/w764-h1018/IMG_3590.JPG" width="764" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><i><div style="text-align: center;"><i>I always feel Sorry for Children and Teens who didn't have direction to improve Behavior and be their Best Selves and nobody wants to be around them. Everyone wants acceptance and a likeability, since we're a Social Species. I think most Kids have the capacity to be pretty Special and unique people. When I see bratty or very naughty Behavior and total lack of Control or discipline, I often wonder how much of that is Nature or Nurture?</i> <i>It's sometimes hard to tell, unless you Witness the Parenting that leads a lot to be desired, and then it's obvious why the Child has learned what they just lived. But, I've also seen exceptional Parents and the Kid doesn't turn out okay in spite of every benefit and opportunity afforded them. I think with Parenting you can't take all of the Credit for their accomplishments nor all of the Blame for their failures. Some Kiddos are Challenging to Parent and Raise.</i></div></i></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh41gHLYeJImTAoFk7IE7ZUwHHJFyQLXjzbQPs1H9pf8-sPqyV2eknVeNXAWOrAlW3BQHu9K-7ezKWvUhF46HyQkxdr_J8eupmZBbIOyWt8NNp9SCuhDR27j54fznNrfbptSSfBfN4PzHX8CbFT0rD6mPdVcGzX6sgRvJwh4kVLJ9IVw8eJnkFtR7g_5DE/s3197/IMG_7118.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3197" data-original-width="1933" height="1265" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh41gHLYeJImTAoFk7IE7ZUwHHJFyQLXjzbQPs1H9pf8-sPqyV2eknVeNXAWOrAlW3BQHu9K-7ezKWvUhF46HyQkxdr_J8eupmZBbIOyWt8NNp9SCuhDR27j54fznNrfbptSSfBfN4PzHX8CbFT0rD6mPdVcGzX6sgRvJwh4kVLJ9IVw8eJnkFtR7g_5DE/w763-h1265/IMG_7118.JPG" width="763" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><i><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><i>And speaking of the Challenges of Kiddo Behavior, the Post Title Topic is now gonna be revealed. It's probably a good thing Princess T didn't go to School Yesterday. Apparently there was a serious incident involving a violent fight in one of her classes between Two Students. Of coarse other Students whipped out their Phones and Video recorded it, so she showed me what happened this Morning on her Phone. To me it looks like it could have been Racially motivated between the Two, but mebbe not? Sometimes derogatory Words these days are thrown about like common Slang, even the most offensive ones.</i></div></i></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZogVUBkwMZOZorXCnPpI8chE2WRSdSJ8aoaP0NKux29iP7jkSS9F_d7QgFnn_yFBlQukW_MQaeuYoWsQqJPCACrGI62o8dw2SECZVunMtrE1SE71sxip6B1xNFAxXv-ON8uXSRTDUSctMfwyF5j8vxO-K_rLX52CT2fZ7tzguzxR9RsAHyjRbu535Q5g/s1236/49723927_2408663619362481_3425236702027841536_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1236" data-original-width="1080" height="873" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZogVUBkwMZOZorXCnPpI8chE2WRSdSJ8aoaP0NKux29iP7jkSS9F_d7QgFnn_yFBlQukW_MQaeuYoWsQqJPCACrGI62o8dw2SECZVunMtrE1SE71sxip6B1xNFAxXv-ON8uXSRTDUSctMfwyF5j8vxO-K_rLX52CT2fZ7tzguzxR9RsAHyjRbu535Q5g/w764-h873/49723927_2408663619362481_3425236702027841536_n.jpg" width="764" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i> A lot of Racial slurs were being yelled by the Mexican Student who initiated the fight, towards what appeared to be the Light Skinned Black or Mulatto Student he was fighting. Whether the other Student gets a fair shake for defending himself and prevailing in the Fight, will be difficult to discern from what I saw in the Video. I know from personal experience, when my Kiddos got into a Fight, even if defending themselves, they got Suspended too, even if Victimized or Bullied. Which, I don't think is Right, but, perhaps used as a method to diffuse a situation escalating? You can't be an Ostrich and stick your Head in the Sand, something has to be done to deter Fights breaking out.</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVuP9HEJVN3vGRUrb3d2W1vAW87rKb9-ihMaejQ63Kc41T3sd0JO3g27AI02o8CwcCakAS7dBWJxdqt1RneR-KHQL7DPiUaVVJ8HQKXonFtZ3xQFHtRflh19rIkywnV8K41hJKhjFP65r7br18hi69V5hnEVwrR72tNpidlt7gfVOVW5tjvS61nAUgPwQ/s1080/53294741_2444904045738438_5858311962697400320_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="760" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVuP9HEJVN3vGRUrb3d2W1vAW87rKb9-ihMaejQ63Kc41T3sd0JO3g27AI02o8CwcCakAS7dBWJxdqt1RneR-KHQL7DPiUaVVJ8HQKXonFtZ3xQFHtRflh19rIkywnV8K41hJKhjFP65r7br18hi69V5hnEVwrR72tNpidlt7gfVOVW5tjvS61nAUgPwQ/w760-h760/53294741_2444904045738438_5858311962697400320_n.jpg" width="760" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><i><br /></i></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i> From what my Grandchild said, the Kid who started the fight is quite popular and has Scholarships, or HAD, I'm sure he could now lose them for what could turn into a Felony Incident, of not only Aggravated Assault, but a potential Hate Crime? And definite expulsion. </i></span><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">If both Boys are 18, they could be charged as Adults if Campus Police arrested anyone? The fight went on for way longer than it should have taken the On Campus Police who are Security to show up, but, it is a large Campus. Now actual Police Officers are assigned as Uniformed Security on Campuses these days. So, it was long enuf for the Black Student, who seemed to be the Victim of the Attack to me, to drop the Mexican Student like a Rock, he knocked him clean out! So, that one could require some Medical Attention I'm sure, he was down a while and should get checked out.</i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaGn1uyohjU0ZeMODzA37BSvfjuniOYqA641Sf3rO6mn0QWivmyGOBrUsS_f2yxsQdwG0hCn4vuz9DmVnZ8-JnYIxyJphmKudJ6MnRIssmQETFGqOnnRshSn0twailCr6EcfiNaUUZ3oFl76EwLM3gw6UQOHxVzLS88hkDc2DQO6wwiPhzAf-kGMTuLyg/s4225/IMG_3814.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4225" data-original-width="2641" height="1215" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaGn1uyohjU0ZeMODzA37BSvfjuniOYqA641Sf3rO6mn0QWivmyGOBrUsS_f2yxsQdwG0hCn4vuz9DmVnZ8-JnYIxyJphmKudJ6MnRIssmQETFGqOnnRshSn0twailCr6EcfiNaUUZ3oFl76EwLM3gw6UQOHxVzLS88hkDc2DQO6wwiPhzAf-kGMTuLyg/w759-h1215/IMG_3814.JPG" width="759" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i> From what Princess T said, nobody knows much about the other Young Man, so, probably not a good idea to fight or provoke someone you know nothing about. A Cardinal Rule, since, you have no idea what you're getting yourself into with someone Unknown to you. There was Blood all over the Classroom! It was a pretty vicious fight and I wouldn't have wanted to be the Teacher in that scenario who lost Control of the Classroom. </i></span><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">I asked Princess T if there is a lot of fighting, she said this Year there has been more. It's one of the better Schools, with a very diverse demographic of Races, and they get along usually without incident, so she is Surprised. </i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9U5rpjGAWN2xYey8v6EfbEH7IT3qJaAuRq9sAEUIZ87biumDI5riqMVci9pncXrOWTjfus_HTlNOUbKKZszE-uikhLsOPDZaKXoXydSH0hyoyZEqKeGzOVfaWqzQCthOnYeZAKUeAWWaKjrsu-zVQ5eRGSP1COp7lltVtvvif9MQ6K6yyP6Rduz8WJVU/s960/54524628_2454231111472398_5622472619824513024_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="768" height="951" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9U5rpjGAWN2xYey8v6EfbEH7IT3qJaAuRq9sAEUIZ87biumDI5riqMVci9pncXrOWTjfus_HTlNOUbKKZszE-uikhLsOPDZaKXoXydSH0hyoyZEqKeGzOVfaWqzQCthOnYeZAKUeAWWaKjrsu-zVQ5eRGSP1COp7lltVtvvif9MQ6K6yyP6Rduz8WJVU/w760-h951/54524628_2454231111472398_5622472619824513024_n.jpg" width="760" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"> In Da Hood there was significant fighting at the Schools my Adult Kids grew up in, so they learned how to fight well to protect themselves. Both of my Adult Kids are scrappy, my Grandkids were fortunate not to need to be as tough. But, in the Historic Barrio, it was predominantly Hispanic, less diversity, and most of the incidents were between rival Gang Members. My Adult Kids avoided involvement in Gangs, thankfully, not that they were Angelic tho'. Both developed a reputation of not to be messed with that holds to this day. In affluent Subdivision Hell there were a lot of Mean Spirited pretentious Rich White Kids, but, a less diverse demographic, rarely any physical assaults, mostly Online Bullying and Cliques, which is hard on Kids too and can be intensely Emotionally damaging. Kids have commit Suicide over Cyber Bullying.</i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlOh_rH6FZtRvXmvXfm8suRtWl2wqYkbagcdg3zv7be1K58clmZDCoDIludiSE9sbRLVzpys8znRa9lcaq96ZrWevKtD_cTEhQwp3ViD0yY6oGSl5Mn4mqK58H7U6Lm3BnQdVJsbJWjcZR0zSM2Bv2RwRblShiKp8lDunwL4gBuEUX5HcxtexiJdnI7YI/s2199/032.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2199" data-original-width="1648" height="1008" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlOh_rH6FZtRvXmvXfm8suRtWl2wqYkbagcdg3zv7be1K58clmZDCoDIludiSE9sbRLVzpys8znRa9lcaq96ZrWevKtD_cTEhQwp3ViD0yY6oGSl5Mn4mqK58H7U6Lm3BnQdVJsbJWjcZR0zSM2Bv2RwRblShiKp8lDunwL4gBuEUX5HcxtexiJdnI7YI/w756-h1008/032.JPG" width="756" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><i><br /></i></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>At the Villa McManse, The G-Kid Force hated going to School there tho', since they were definitely the few Minority Kids in the Community, and there was significant Racial prejudice against the few Children of Color. In Da Hood, just about everyone else was the same Ethnicity as our Grandkids, so they weren't in a Minority, but a Majority of Hispanic Students. So, she likes this School's rich diversity much better and that the majority of all Students get along and it's not predominantly one Race or another with anyone feeling vastly outnumbered, persecuted or different.</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZJ1ws-fCmTgHlKRtGtZKSMvpWo2xu1pvMw8s4GcZ6aTjIOCcd241IoVbLXBLDyMwNxuSruAmsEV4M-4WjC6n2Wi6wBjvVcM1CWWCBQa4LSY0ng3k8Ky5LpCoQFmswTo0J1RKPV1cIZQYyidfYfeHg5F_ixNt6TngmzH-TwzOU6TncyljGiufd3tnsQcY/s1307/53851681_2449796151915894_278882208033275904_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1307" data-original-width="1080" height="924" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZJ1ws-fCmTgHlKRtGtZKSMvpWo2xu1pvMw8s4GcZ6aTjIOCcd241IoVbLXBLDyMwNxuSruAmsEV4M-4WjC6n2Wi6wBjvVcM1CWWCBQa4LSY0ng3k8Ky5LpCoQFmswTo0J1RKPV1cIZQYyidfYfeHg5F_ixNt6TngmzH-TwzOU6TncyljGiufd3tnsQcY/w762-h924/53851681_2449796151915894_278882208033275904_n.jpg" width="762" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><i><br /></i></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i> I like that too, diversity develops acceptance and more tolerance IMO. Since, you learn to get past the superficial differences of Human Beings and expand your actual knowledge via exposure to people who aren't exactly like you. Growing up in the Era I did, there was more segregation in many Communities. And since my Parents were an Interracial and Intercultural Union, we mostly lived in and among Communities my Dad was allowed to live in as a Person of Color. Unless we Lived on Base, where Military Housing didn't discriminate, tho', to be sure, segregation in the Military was evident in earlier Years. </i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFixxj0dYff3uDh8lj5JH_xyn0fJSSMU5matHySNecGxk2-emLGiXzUVxHQU1m0kqViMi4x1ozvCW6H5d4N65rJjE8b41eqvfEphMarCfQo9Xw6FCS1ks6SC8QuC6rpqVYTb0nMDKtA4SSRlR96SmQo5AdXS7uGxzT_WpJn7qI3YuLqnNPDvFCOLXmpUc/s3182/013.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3182" data-original-width="2314" height="1045" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFixxj0dYff3uDh8lj5JH_xyn0fJSSMU5matHySNecGxk2-emLGiXzUVxHQU1m0kqViMi4x1ozvCW6H5d4N65rJjE8b41eqvfEphMarCfQo9Xw6FCS1ks6SC8QuC6rpqVYTb0nMDKtA4SSRlR96SmQo5AdXS7uGxzT_WpJn7qI3YuLqnNPDvFCOLXmpUc/w761-h1045/013.JPG" width="761" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><i><br /></i></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i> My Dad was usually in obvious segregated Work details and Old Photos taken of him and his Military Co-Workers made me realize he was typically assigned to Black segregated details. Since, all his Co-Workers and Friends were Black and there were no other Native Americans. Dad Served 27 Years and in all that time, we only ever knew ONE other Enlisted Native American and that's after we moved here to Arizona and Dad had a Navajo Co-Worker, whose Nickname was predictably... "Chief". *Eye Roll but he had a good sense of Humor about it.* The Man learned to Deal with the Mormon jokes by his Co-Workers, and Believe it or not, in the early 1970's was segregated due to his Religion! </i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1IwAPHA8D8THqhK2J5HWCx-wOpIDBugNxX-Vy_O3-H2dc_Uo9MGu_JMCXuERjDDAJYEv-JmOG2rfKwQSY-PoKrr5GgicPiqZTCERuivOy2C7MgGqDpgZauoa1Jd1KxPNQCMtdZFgP7zYEanmqYwpAirkKkW7DPvC959jR7N13CPf67Rc2yffx5tg2swk/s5152/IMG_3629.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5152" data-original-width="3864" height="1012" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1IwAPHA8D8THqhK2J5HWCx-wOpIDBugNxX-Vy_O3-H2dc_Uo9MGu_JMCXuERjDDAJYEv-JmOG2rfKwQSY-PoKrr5GgicPiqZTCERuivOy2C7MgGqDpgZauoa1Jd1KxPNQCMtdZFgP7zYEanmqYwpAirkKkW7DPvC959jR7N13CPf67Rc2yffx5tg2swk/w759-h1012/IMG_3629.JPG" width="759" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><i><br /></i></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>I never knew that until I Married The Man. Yes, there were Mormon Units and in Vietnam he had a Navajo Tracker in his Special Forces Unit, since, the Mormons and the Indians don't have a Beef. Perhaps due to Shared Persecution? The Man's Aunt Adopted a Navajo Daughter and Raised her. Anyway, the Man wasn't Mad about it, being segregated with people of his Religion and Culture. He said similar Culture was comforting to him during Wartime, you gotta remember he was only 19 when he went to Vietnam as a Sniper and was sent on very risky Missions for Two Consecutive Tours of Duty there. He knew his Guys would not be drinking, getting High or messing with the Local Women and thus might probably stay Alive longer. Coming Home Alive was the main priority. Like The Man said, his Job was not to Die for his Country, but to have the other Guy Die for his. </i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMiHa5tPnYP97-5rQ7BRxrvoD2snU8pJxL1rTzDVCAai-E6F9oqX_XomnCVc9Asv6HOHgPWK5X5dNsj8e-BeG3sModtoa0gbOPxY5M6mfW042qX-sCb5ddxNQkXX1TXX5GujQ4XQZfUUVbBx9GX-bjUnzvRo54j91c3CBhZP7_rg6OcRHsRPotztPASPY/s3291/IMG_0144.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3291" data-original-width="2322" height="1077" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMiHa5tPnYP97-5rQ7BRxrvoD2snU8pJxL1rTzDVCAai-E6F9oqX_XomnCVc9Asv6HOHgPWK5X5dNsj8e-BeG3sModtoa0gbOPxY5M6mfW042qX-sCb5ddxNQkXX1TXX5GujQ4XQZfUUVbBx9GX-bjUnzvRo54j91c3CBhZP7_rg6OcRHsRPotztPASPY/w761-h1077/IMG_0144.JPG" width="761" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><i><br /></i></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i> </i></span><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>Listen, my Dad's Older Brother was in the Military too and his Nickname in the 1950-1960 Era, by his Military Co-Workers, was... "Blackie", becoz he was a Dark Indian! *Eye Roll, but, in that Era, not at all Surprising* And, No, he didn't take the Offense, my Uncle had a good sense of Humor about it, since he knew most people had never seen an Indian before anyway and thought he was Black. *LOL* Even when I was in High School, when my Relatives from the Rez came to visit us, some of my Friends would ask who the Black People were who are visiting us!!! *LOL* </i></span><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"> I'd tell them, they were my Dad's Family. I always thought it humorous since, they KNEW my Dad and obviously he wasn't White, so then I wondered, what they thought he was? Do you know, even here in Arizona, most of our Asian Friends assumed he was Asian? *LMAO* </i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOL-quy2PYn7wtmZIvvDSAAn2mG24CQA2OH827qoh3FRDR-qYWBz7CaodkWGD9lQyqRHnQ0Zov5KqMxYRzrleQCa-972q4FAV5dOIrI1UUAEtfyeKAOJYYPhHAdkhsegmn32L4uTQSAjhzkYn-wNR59f4J4hdmnP9nPKVpaOaDKSggtKsjDgSKEPs37ts/s3296/032.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3296" data-original-width="2472" height="1027" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOL-quy2PYn7wtmZIvvDSAAn2mG24CQA2OH827qoh3FRDR-qYWBz7CaodkWGD9lQyqRHnQ0Zov5KqMxYRzrleQCa-972q4FAV5dOIrI1UUAEtfyeKAOJYYPhHAdkhsegmn32L4uTQSAjhzkYn-wNR59f4J4hdmnP9nPKVpaOaDKSggtKsjDgSKEPs37ts/w770-h1027/032.JPG" width="770" /></a></div><br /><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></i><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"> Anyway, in all the Years living in predominantly Minority Communities, we never had any problems tho'. The Communities always accepted and embraced us. Some Families were like ours, with Interracial Unions and what Mom referred to as the Foreign War Brides. GI's that had Married Women from other Countries while stationed abroad and/or during Wartime deployments. I grew up without all the baggage of holding any petty prejudices and I'm really Thankful for that. I've never quite understood the Hatreds people can harbor and hold against other Human Beings, most of whom, they don't even know and have done nothing to them to warrant it? Hatred based on ignorance seems completely unnecessary. I mean, if you're gonna feel an Emotion as Strong as Hatred, have a real reason at least that makes some sense.</i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaNcCp2jDKScpJoFRDf_vVIcgzIJoCJkBr9hnofaXxUbWrUvduVfph6o022iKww9SomWMVEYZ1V_ZiU7QaBSEH6wkYbrgptCibrN0SHdDJlOgLtLjfbWjmuFyuUhDg9LZgKDi0fNTK7myrI_KJeAcqWsx_27ExQR62Fdpk8jlWeVWPg1MItkT8pIdEnl8/s3296/045.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3296" data-original-width="2472" height="1024" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaNcCp2jDKScpJoFRDf_vVIcgzIJoCJkBr9hnofaXxUbWrUvduVfph6o022iKww9SomWMVEYZ1V_ZiU7QaBSEH6wkYbrgptCibrN0SHdDJlOgLtLjfbWjmuFyuUhDg9LZgKDi0fNTK7myrI_KJeAcqWsx_27ExQR62Fdpk8jlWeVWPg1MItkT8pIdEnl8/w768-h1024/045.JPG" width="768" /></a></div><br /><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></i><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>Anyway, I'm sure the Fight will be THE Topic of the Day via the Student Grapevine, and you know how the Kiddos eat that shit up. And, now her Mom wants to see the Video... and Grandpa... since, I told them what happened. It concerned me what happened, things like that can escalate and take on a Life of their own even after any incident. I'm glad neither Student had a concealed Weapon! We're glad she wasn't in the Classroom, something like that can be traumatic and Kids already don't feel Safe Enough on School Campuses with the amount of serious incidents that are transpiring these days. I'm saddened that Society isn't evolving and instead seems to be devolving these days.</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiBokBdm5hPfzZEAChc382oWq-NJGw3zsCrWTmSbO7q0xm9yX35BUKP0eSSZ0krGFgNyGzhx6D8VcsO8K0a-eLO8t5UG1rCnCa3STkWRR7pOlXYzWIyBTBLqdn4jf5mELJna4cZVbouPkh6cds4T9OP72H2FVCulMIdxF4pDp6NdoNeKWsbrfF59s4t54/s2886/025.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2886" data-original-width="2472" height="899" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiBokBdm5hPfzZEAChc382oWq-NJGw3zsCrWTmSbO7q0xm9yX35BUKP0eSSZ0krGFgNyGzhx6D8VcsO8K0a-eLO8t5UG1rCnCa3STkWRR7pOlXYzWIyBTBLqdn4jf5mELJna4cZVbouPkh6cds4T9OP72H2FVCulMIdxF4pDp6NdoNeKWsbrfF59s4t54/w770-h899/025.JPG" width="770" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i> Princess T has a lot of Social Anxiety Issues as it is and probably a good part of why she misses so much School. A lot of her Stomach Issues are Anxiety induced and you never know what they're not telling you about fears and concerns outside of Home? I keep a line of Communication Open and she knows she CAN tell me anything, so I'm glad she mostly chooses to tell me about the most important stuff going on. Then we talk about it with candor. She wanted to know what I thought about the Fight, she knows I always look at such things from the perspective of someone who Retired from a Career in Criminal Law and the Prosecutor's Office here. It don't look good for the Kid who initiated that Assault, he could have screwed up his whole future over a single incident of poor judgment.</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJOREqgnmF5SbZy58EycF5pjnIqnZhkVCj7_BWjGSQQqiFPRlZ7SvGQss30gTA9vYYvA78Adr-dG8pIbbLy6JCUu3R96eiTSeZnbblRnCaBNWG2gwOYAGxyNdjFF53ovkzwCkIcUN6svauwpL_f1Cl6VukNDHCpY946tHJJxNVwrH2cTW8hmqa7YTX180/s3296/039.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3296" data-original-width="2472" height="1025" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJOREqgnmF5SbZy58EycF5pjnIqnZhkVCj7_BWjGSQQqiFPRlZ7SvGQss30gTA9vYYvA78Adr-dG8pIbbLy6JCUu3R96eiTSeZnbblRnCaBNWG2gwOYAGxyNdjFF53ovkzwCkIcUN6svauwpL_f1Cl6VukNDHCpY946tHJJxNVwrH2cTW8hmqa7YTX180/w769-h1025/039.JPG" width="769" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><i>*******</i></div></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>Be Kind, exemplify Love, show Enlightenment... Dawn... The Bohemian</i></span></p>Bohemianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03743017084098726581noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4825579903367960408.post-39097954685889023812024-03-04T05:15:00.000-08:002024-03-04T05:20:17.853-08:00Hanging In There And Sucking It Up<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFsSB-P8K_9Bvt7TuFiLuMXp944IBfYUB9GadB2egzuFStkHBzMQ6LxFfPIWcRB0_sMtCS_eLtkig7wrTGiyacapIKClLhiV4UgirG9tRaguLrr_LCbIoKJD-b7ciTluy5wCcPaRqai75WA2OKud9622ZdUFfV0uLWWrzA6vyqamQoQ2KYbngKgILR5FI/s1725/426484805_796704522501632_8558815566635263578_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1725" data-original-width="1234" height="978" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFsSB-P8K_9Bvt7TuFiLuMXp944IBfYUB9GadB2egzuFStkHBzMQ6LxFfPIWcRB0_sMtCS_eLtkig7wrTGiyacapIKClLhiV4UgirG9tRaguLrr_LCbIoKJD-b7ciTluy5wCcPaRqai75WA2OKud9622ZdUFfV0uLWWrzA6vyqamQoQ2KYbngKgILR5FI/w700-h978/426484805_796704522501632_8558815566635263578_n.jpg" width="700" /></a></div><br /><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><b>*Disclaimer: Tough Read Ahead*</b></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>I'm starting this Post early and don't really know when I'll finish it, not much is happening to actually Write about, but, that's never stopped me before. *Winks* I deleted most of it Three times already too, I'm so conflicted sometimes about what I'll Write as Therapy and what I won't Publish. *LOL* Princess T is Sick again, she's been Sickly a lot lately, I think most of it is Anxiety and Stress induced? Not that living at The Asylum is Stressful mind you... bwahahahaha. Management gave me a new ID Badge, after our Move, mine got packed and so far is MIA Five Years later. *LOL* I needed a new updated Pix anyway, the one on the missing Badge was from when the Mall opened Years ago, I don't look the same as I did well over a Decade ago. They usually charge you for replacement Badges, Lanyards and such, this time the Manager didn't, which I appreciated. Unexpected major expenses since the first of the Year have been ridiculous, so even minor ones deferred, delayed or waived are appreciated. </i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsb0pRK8Mm5xVAp9DXlvby-EveLxlCYrvZIQhz1kllw3oMzcYuBF1gZBVp7FuvrWWthxoQQozZk588gBGZtSaBRY7z_LDYacWfLACje-KLii5k3PfztdPRRlFcuPLeotysXvUtKsR0tj2fS_CwDJqpSt3n9xMb7HTHBiOWDswFVnvvBQ6p0Cr0oxEibH0/s2015/429591344_7602381529814690_8933723728637292306_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2015" data-original-width="1504" height="938" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsb0pRK8Mm5xVAp9DXlvby-EveLxlCYrvZIQhz1kllw3oMzcYuBF1gZBVp7FuvrWWthxoQQozZk588gBGZtSaBRY7z_LDYacWfLACje-KLii5k3PfztdPRRlFcuPLeotysXvUtKsR0tj2fS_CwDJqpSt3n9xMb7HTHBiOWDswFVnvvBQ6p0Cr0oxEibH0/w701-h938/429591344_7602381529814690_8933723728637292306_n.jpg" width="701" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><i><br /></i></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>You're supposed to wear your Badge all the time for Identification, but, everyone knows me and most of them have my Vendor No. memorized, so, it's not been problematic not to have it before now. But, with a Locked Case you must show it to get in or out of that Case you Rent, as the added Security measure. I don't wanna put anyone on the spot by not having one or have to keep asking for a temporary Badge, which is just a flimsy piece of paper with your Vendor No. on it. Anyway, I liked the Pix that Steven took of me, way better than that dreadful one posted on Social Media by whoever that Event Photographer was. *Bwahaha and Whew* So, I must have looked presentable on Badge Pix Day and way Prettier. Okay, so it's a Thumbnail Pix and I have Old Eyes... whatever. *Winks* </i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjh_DM8ENtmJ_h537vBXlFFBepRS0IvY2uuQYFF1b1xMn0hgViQUJ1Y7kDoRiGil_8rHaLEr8W6evxTKw0vlzj7RO5_iNhFOhVHBBFKcU4U-p6c1Cjb9Itkgebkoz6nWKGhGJzvrdgCfLzZDKjcjEuQiNoEB1KtGWSpIH086Iq-gA_D93YJ6hkASVbPChQ/s960/431378404_7600953873290789_395277726514961896_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="948" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjh_DM8ENtmJ_h537vBXlFFBepRS0IvY2uuQYFF1b1xMn0hgViQUJ1Y7kDoRiGil_8rHaLEr8W6evxTKw0vlzj7RO5_iNhFOhVHBBFKcU4U-p6c1Cjb9Itkgebkoz6nWKGhGJzvrdgCfLzZDKjcjEuQiNoEB1KtGWSpIH086Iq-gA_D93YJ6hkASVbPChQ/w711-h948/431378404_7600953873290789_395277726514961896_n.jpg" width="711" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><i><br /></i></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>I was able to move into my Locked Case a Day early, since it was Vacated before Closing on Saturday Night, so we went in and filled about half of it with Fresh Inventory from Home. I filled most of the rest of it on Move-In Day Sunday Morning, I Work Sunday Night, so would like it almost completed before my Shift begins. I had some 1970-1980 Era New Old Stock Toys {Star Trek, Cabbage Patch Mini Clubhouse Dolls, Star Wars}, I had some Metal Die Cast Muscle Car Models, Disney Collectibles, the German War Ship Model of The Bismarck, Precious Moments Figures, Cartoon Character Beverage Glasses from the 1970-1980's, a Bronze of a Child Artist Painting and mounted on a slab of Marble. I'll be bringing in a Western Bronze on Sunday that has Native Americans hunting Buffalo. I've yet to price some Jewelry to put in there. I'll be putting Princess T's high loss prevention risk LPS Collectibles in there too.</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhq8wtdp0VShqrVumxRkUI45pKRal4PkTqwhRmkUNmIbBJYY_AOBHdTWXWK0coTz3qU0xLVPk72rI0hI6s3_stvhIjhbcjx5vOkRhVREetTNSNhMcSonO1yTrPRcEgbV2R755wksrmbz7lP6gr437SfGIGMb11-SxDeBfdrVQt-ykvNuJoUMw9wNokoNdI/s960/429587425_7600954453290731_5279966193964383554_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="948" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhq8wtdp0VShqrVumxRkUI45pKRal4PkTqwhRmkUNmIbBJYY_AOBHdTWXWK0coTz3qU0xLVPk72rI0hI6s3_stvhIjhbcjx5vOkRhVREetTNSNhMcSonO1yTrPRcEgbV2R755wksrmbz7lP6gr437SfGIGMb11-SxDeBfdrVQt-ykvNuJoUMw9wNokoNdI/w711-h948/429587425_7600954453290731_5279966193964383554_n.jpg" width="711" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><i><br /></i></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>It was a very productive day overall, I got a lot done that we intended to do, from Sunup to Sundown. We've had a lot of Company, all Friends of the Adult Kids and I've known all of these Young People since they were Children, so, they're like extended Family and it's always good to see them. I've been Grateful for the Friends of the Kiddos coming over to Socialize, since, The Man and The Son lately have been quite volatile and unable to Mood regulate. I know that for The Son, it's the stress of his Company cutting Hours and having huge Layoffs. They lost a bunch of their big Contracts and the New Management aren't running it as well as the previous Company did. They send people Home early now quite often, so he's losing Hours and it's a long commute to only go in for a partial Day of Work and not know what his Paycheck will look like anymore. Plus, Change, especially of Routine, for anyone with Autism, is very Emotionally difficult.</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgR0GYazaynyIDyM3gNfc-NvgZ9cvLCPQdqtgyYBMdmdTy0R1oWm0qqQSwyCE8tqJtqcZhsVBBQxii34nEncpbFcmWmB8OIjJ5PEJohAR7DL1CmL6T0S7Ck84NYfWrE0v39MDdHM-nmmq3F2w4jVPxRgNNI8SlATgsayECyGm4EkVClHwGhTlB3cyijHww/s818/378013442_698708828967869_2348524039249467832_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="818" data-original-width="573" height="1019" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgR0GYazaynyIDyM3gNfc-NvgZ9cvLCPQdqtgyYBMdmdTy0R1oWm0qqQSwyCE8tqJtqcZhsVBBQxii34nEncpbFcmWmB8OIjJ5PEJohAR7DL1CmL6T0S7Ck84NYfWrE0v39MDdHM-nmmq3F2w4jVPxRgNNI8SlATgsayECyGm4EkVClHwGhTlB3cyijHww/w713-h1019/378013442_698708828967869_2348524039249467832_n.jpg" width="713" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>Princess T is out with her Boyfriend Rusty, they do a lot together, but, she's starting to do more with Timmy again. First Friday with Timmy and Matthew went very well and she was glad to have her Gay Boy Posse back in action like the Three Musketeers. She said Timmy also invited her to join him again at his Grandparent's Cabin up North, so she's happy about that, it's always a Fun time. He once didn't bring her and brought Two other Female Friends and it was way too much Drama and a Headache with those Females. It's never that way with Princess T so he said he learned his Lesson about that. *LMAO* Princess T had been invited that time too, but with the Two other Females, she opted out and accurately predicted it would be a Dramafest and she just wanted no part of it. *LOL* She's like me, if anyone even Smells like Drama and a Headache, Count us Out. She said the Queens can be Divas, but, generally there's less Drama than with any Females. *Winks*</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZE0uq86JU7DQgQa4yk_pg2AmGH7u4bxgUrFt3JQA4kM5To1vB4MKPJ7RfoH-aOlnnVzTWK4qCW0AvbYeZUyGLKFsP4bJfplq-m-mHxnvhWGGizIE0XbL1Tt6o0kdOkbhihA7EPIkX5-kfz-1A0rVJYNyDypy-6O7paxqQFJyBXwBzssizIHYKpOUupm8/s2048/332186009_1839884319744602_3482435854921605082_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="950" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZE0uq86JU7DQgQa4yk_pg2AmGH7u4bxgUrFt3JQA4kM5To1vB4MKPJ7RfoH-aOlnnVzTWK4qCW0AvbYeZUyGLKFsP4bJfplq-m-mHxnvhWGGizIE0XbL1Tt6o0kdOkbhihA7EPIkX5-kfz-1A0rVJYNyDypy-6O7paxqQFJyBXwBzssizIHYKpOUupm8/w713-h950/332186009_1839884319744602_3482435854921605082_n.jpg" width="713" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><i><br /></i></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>Last Night The Son and his Dad got into it again and it was so unnecessary that I got mad at them both. First of all, I came Home from a very busy Sunday Night Shift so I was weary but unable to just fall into Bed. I wanted to watch TV in the Living Room but Kids were Sleeping everywhere in there. The Daughter usually does, since her Schizophrenia makes it so that she gets Paranoid about where she Sleeps. But, she can Sleep like the Dead and so I usually just leave her where ever she ends up dossing down and Sleeping uneventfully. But, the Son thrashes around a lot in his Sleep and he'd fallen Asleep on my Media Chair near stuff I didn't want his Legs and Arms flailing around and potentially hitting and/or breaking. Plus, I wanted to sit there, eat something {I'd missed Dinner}, and watch some TV before retiring for the Night.</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZAtZQIqdPQx5B9QnCJSO3bc_5cwYmn_v4LVOu-qWaXkmAb5duCAx1m7OfnrStgbYj08RHXNctt9v-ehbjHK5jopPCxkseB-WBFDr3DnvrAWbfSN2K-NrLTjH5fN0rJwqy69XXBaE30CpSC_PaZDjyrDL-fgyoQNtjjehOfCDCrSldq21n2wlfXMYigss/s960/82786136_2781152465264616_2365140770811281408_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="962" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZAtZQIqdPQx5B9QnCJSO3bc_5cwYmn_v4LVOu-qWaXkmAb5duCAx1m7OfnrStgbYj08RHXNctt9v-ehbjHK5jopPCxkseB-WBFDr3DnvrAWbfSN2K-NrLTjH5fN0rJwqy69XXBaE30CpSC_PaZDjyrDL-fgyoQNtjjehOfCDCrSldq21n2wlfXMYigss/w722-h962/82786136_2781152465264616_2365140770811281408_n.jpg" width="722" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><i><br /></i></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i> Well, I couldn't wake him up, he can Sleep like the Dead too and once he's out like a Light, it's almost impossible to rouse him before he's supposed to get up early for Work. I decided I'd just watch TV in our Room and keep it on low, lest I wake The Man up, whose a Light Sleeper. In fact, he's restless now at Night and won't stay Asleep so he wanders around a lot and I've come to find out it's typical with that Sundowners Condition he probably has. Well, lo and behold, he was already up and watching, of all things, Wrestling. *Eye Roll* I'm now coming into the Room with a Bowl of Cereal and the realization I'm not gonna be able to have any place to actually unwind and Rest after Work... dammit. That did aggravate me, but against my better Judgment I said something about it. So then he stomps into the Living Room and chooses a Fight with The Son!!! Since, lately, The Man is Spoiling to Fight and get confrontational with anyone and everyone. *Le Sigh*</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDcINmXchVQyGxQ6PF2kgFXUxio8FaSTMav8fVU52wQLRb4Z1Rxff3LoFhiHmiS8PtnSqiSXHRNEMX7Uhttv8Io2QYC8WkRlQ-r7niYFWhNwWc1nb-mlwVC6taOwaYy2LxTjrH6z7FTbnbYTZqJcsVrq_Z-ZqyccH6I4dz9L31EiAYruXKy1KF8OLZIyY/s1208/50309886_2414576192104557_5382458027574034432_nd.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1208" data-original-width="887" height="982" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDcINmXchVQyGxQ6PF2kgFXUxio8FaSTMav8fVU52wQLRb4Z1Rxff3LoFhiHmiS8PtnSqiSXHRNEMX7Uhttv8Io2QYC8WkRlQ-r7niYFWhNwWc1nb-mlwVC6taOwaYy2LxTjrH6z7FTbnbYTZqJcsVrq_Z-ZqyccH6I4dz9L31EiAYruXKy1KF8OLZIyY/w721-h982/50309886_2414576192104557_5382458027574034432_nd.jpg" width="721" /></a></div><br /><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></i><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"> The biggest problem with that is he is completely unable to Mood Regulate and can be rude and illogical about any confrontation he gets himself into. And diffusing him once he gets on the Geriatric Crazy Train, is next to impossible, he escalates it to ridiculous levels. The Son had been woke out of a sound Sleep and had no idea why his Dad was so confrontational and waking him only Hours before he has to get up for Work, so, now he's Mad too!!! That all wakes not only The Daughter up and into the Melee, but Princess T too, as they yell at both Men to knock it off and just go back to Bed! The last thing I wanted after getting Home from Work, was a repeat of the other Night when everyone embarked on The Crazy Train and began being confrontational with one another, I like Peace and Tranquility in our Home. So, I got Mad enuf everyone got involuntarily and Under Protest, sent to their Personal Spaces to Calm Down and just go to Bed!!! WTF and Actual Hell?!</i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj610HZPR9Tqarjt2B0qI4gOjXaGfhrkLsfkOlASItg_QuuWZFw392GyfZszYLo_auB5gwvV1rqNvcSIO35IXwAv34hwkPE4zpEEkHAcZK6hZEeiisUK-El3yOP8DEVF6genO_d1KkNNezPQ7ZjXkI_S6AhkWIpawakJabokL0RIwtepDoI8H3KdX9vRQM/s960/53970439_2455307791364730_4271568314171392_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="768" height="892" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj610HZPR9Tqarjt2B0qI4gOjXaGfhrkLsfkOlASItg_QuuWZFw392GyfZszYLo_auB5gwvV1rqNvcSIO35IXwAv34hwkPE4zpEEkHAcZK6hZEeiisUK-El3yOP8DEVF6genO_d1KkNNezPQ7ZjXkI_S6AhkWIpawakJabokL0RIwtepDoI8H3KdX9vRQM/w713-h892/53970439_2455307791364730_4271568314171392_n.jpg" width="713" /></a></div><br /><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></i><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>Full Time unpaid Caregiving is always Challenging and hardly ever Easy, which is why nobody would do it if they didn't just have to and had no real Choice. Hardly any Paid Caregivers earn enuf to want to keep doing it, since, it's a lot of Work and Stress for very little Reward, except knowing if you don't do it, nobody will. And tho' that's not Reward, it at least makes you feel you're doing something for a Noble Cause for a vulnerable population that is marginalized so much that hardly anybody in Society really Cares what the Hell happens to any of them. I remind myself of that Fact whenever the going gets really tough. Lately, it's been really tough and taking a lot out of me to maintain the Status Quo around here. I decided to Sleep in the Art Studio Space, just so that I didn't have to deal with The Man anymore and could allow him time Alone to diffuse and have no Triggers. He can't pick a Fight in a Room alone. *Winks*</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9P_0DP0LpK5p8OilWLCYKR_AbA_vsdSo6AMHJb8sZogkr-_K_IsV39IePnUy-ky9R6fNmSBm8-fNVBjoGlmVtJD-DJR2awNZxipjaON2FqE1hWawn3mlrVZDREWaCwv5CPgNdch0U4AcSg2m39qOaPZR90m51yw2iBOPmcA0boGY3B4UBcykOdr8BZsc/s2015/429521746_7579749195411257_8057531778161778072_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2015" data-original-width="1504" height="954" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9P_0DP0LpK5p8OilWLCYKR_AbA_vsdSo6AMHJb8sZogkr-_K_IsV39IePnUy-ky9R6fNmSBm8-fNVBjoGlmVtJD-DJR2awNZxipjaON2FqE1hWawn3mlrVZDREWaCwv5CPgNdch0U4AcSg2m39qOaPZR90m51yw2iBOPmcA0boGY3B4UBcykOdr8BZsc/w712-h954/429521746_7579749195411257_8057531778161778072_n.jpg" width="712" /></a></div><br /><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></i><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>Of all the Crew, The Daughter was the one most concerned about ME, so she came in and asked me if I wanted to come back into where she was Sleeping and watch some TV? I told her No, now, Honestly, I just wanted everyone to be Calm and just go to Sleep, so that I now just could without further incident. So, that's what we did and there was no more Trouble in Paradise, Praise Baby Jesus and all The Saints. *Whew* I think The Son is a hair away from being kicked out like his Nephews were and for similar reason. Just becoz, if he and his Dad can't get along and play well with one another, it's our Home and he's the one that would have to go. He has nowhere to go and be able to afford, Rents are still out of reach for anyone but the most affluent right now. So, I don't want it to have to come to that. The Grandsons had to move out of State and STILL don't have a permanent Home due to lack of Rental Units in New Mexico.</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i> </i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDrjFGtsK-232-6jQy5plDvfae1qO2S1e-30vd1K-TDdj9dtt7M_WyOiQzqSuTIW9mhGJl95Kyo8ItGAkPvOG9y-odlpwEAzJf2MFJGivepri0YdSMJ0EAhHnf8UoulX9QGmm5T5ZkOgkIDV0kXZCaNUuvM4NASP5rkK0bLrLAXltfN-GcsoRLzb-2UnI/s5152/IMG_7792.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5152" data-original-width="3864" height="955" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDrjFGtsK-232-6jQy5plDvfae1qO2S1e-30vd1K-TDdj9dtt7M_WyOiQzqSuTIW9mhGJl95Kyo8ItGAkPvOG9y-odlpwEAzJf2MFJGivepri0YdSMJ0EAhHnf8UoulX9QGmm5T5ZkOgkIDV0kXZCaNUuvM4NASP5rkK0bLrLAXltfN-GcsoRLzb-2UnI/w716-h955/IMG_7792.JPG" width="716" /></a></div><br /><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></i><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">I keep in contact with The Young Prince, to see how things are going for them, it's been tough and I know that. Allen has been estranged since the Move Out, which is Fine, he's an In-law, so, his choice to disengage is being respected. He's not even close with his own Family and perhaps it's how he best functions? I hold no animosity towards him, but, The Man, The Son and Princess T really prefer that they don't have to engage with him since they have a lot of trouble getting along with him. The Daughter and I do just fine with Allen, we feel he's a good Man and just has his own Mental Health barriers to overcome and he works hard to take Care of The Young Prince, which, I am eternally Grateful for. </i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnB9KRTEBfHv6J0Nw4Q64WZ4SHWyXWxrM6OWO7rveVqwqgHJwHpBWIaPcv6qwNbZpM5k7HlGXVIGF1xmh54SKlpGN6zFGSeBDTFSnUpwQg2atgoih7r8ropk4W5bcDloWFOsSnRuatYDV8O8kyv0wJlqbdlDgV-eUFjK85YQ3Ms_3KWdk4taVJ9n5z4B0/s5152/IMG_5146.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5152" data-original-width="3864" height="955" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnB9KRTEBfHv6J0Nw4Q64WZ4SHWyXWxrM6OWO7rveVqwqgHJwHpBWIaPcv6qwNbZpM5k7HlGXVIGF1xmh54SKlpGN6zFGSeBDTFSnUpwQg2atgoih7r8ropk4W5bcDloWFOsSnRuatYDV8O8kyv0wJlqbdlDgV-eUFjK85YQ3Ms_3KWdk4taVJ9n5z4B0/w716-h955/IMG_5146.JPG" width="716" /></a></div><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><div style="text-align: center;"><p><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">The extent of SMI that my Grandson has, would mean otherwise he'd either be Institutionalized for Life or I'd have to become his Full Time unpaid Caregiver for Life, however much of it I have left, then I don't know what would happen to him if he didn't have Allen. The Daughter Loves her Children with all of her Heart, but due to the extent of her SMI, she can barely take Care of or Support herself without a Full Time Caregiver, so, she can't Care for someone else or Support them. She is still Working Three Days a Week, but I think mostly her Boss and his Employees have "Adopted" her as their Noble Cause and they truly enjoy her presence in the Shop. She keeps it very Clean and is a source of much entertainment value. *Smiles* They also know she's not Well, and struggling with both Serious Mental Illness and now considerable Physical Illness.</i></p><p><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></i></p></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVOJpSmCAx3cxjnCh7_lWmYGms7P0IjzXU2-L4GEempkIBxhvL1MtGYVyIBjKTJ0fbpStTONRVTQoB5EQ5k31xfX-FQ_9KIvNyAnTpJ4Saa9yAJoAVmHOD8-pI-RlIXyvx15brEO43_zPS3lPsAg87_N3H_xtzOC1OU9m6LH5PyOQTOVYS4xKH9TaI-eQ/s637/312219345_5870577242995136_5589967932383830325_nd.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="637" data-original-width="329" height="1393" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVOJpSmCAx3cxjnCh7_lWmYGms7P0IjzXU2-L4GEempkIBxhvL1MtGYVyIBjKTJ0fbpStTONRVTQoB5EQ5k31xfX-FQ_9KIvNyAnTpJ4Saa9yAJoAVmHOD8-pI-RlIXyvx15brEO43_zPS3lPsAg87_N3H_xtzOC1OU9m6LH5PyOQTOVYS4xKH9TaI-eQ/w718-h1393/312219345_5870577242995136_5589967932383830325_nd.jpg" width="718" /></a></div><br /><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large; font-weight: normal;"><br /></i></div><div><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large; font-weight: normal;"><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: normal;"><i><span style="font-size: medium;">She's Maintaining better than she ever has and so most of the time Caring for her is no big deal for me, or Caring for Princess T, they're just easier now. So, it's Caring for the Menfolk that has become the particular challenge, since, each of them has become so easily agitated, and, being Men, they are physically a lot to Control, my Intimidation Factor only goes so far when someone is either Psychotic or unable to Mood Regulate effectively enough to Self-Calm. This is why having some of the Kiddos Adult Lifelong Friends present is appreciated, some of them are big strong Guys and able to physically mediate a situation that would be difficult for an Old Lady to. With Andrase, he has Family who have a severely Autistic Teen Son that he has to Help physically Control when things get hairy for the Kid's Mom, so, he's used to The Drill, as I call it. </span></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large; font-weight: normal;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large; font-weight: normal;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large; font-weight: normal;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhE2OM8f3h-a5LPNaBeW2cYwYtTX0pGFusy9b4pnPObtCs74ogusgJpYF-d7U9d-9Dm-Tkglqkp9HebB2fZ0xHSann-BOKvqlwIOCtEhcTQqGf6BLpXlfZLSSMRv1fhxBjiSuRdyRydqSlNesDbNpfIJu9TTq34qPHgiYawyNT3jAIMkysk5_H3N0K_VzI/s712/312168602_5870578942994966_1399192073842086801_nd.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="712" data-original-width="312" height="1632" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhE2OM8f3h-a5LPNaBeW2cYwYtTX0pGFusy9b4pnPObtCs74ogusgJpYF-d7U9d-9Dm-Tkglqkp9HebB2fZ0xHSann-BOKvqlwIOCtEhcTQqGf6BLpXlfZLSSMRv1fhxBjiSuRdyRydqSlNesDbNpfIJu9TTq34qPHgiYawyNT3jAIMkysk5_H3N0K_VzI/w714-h1632/312168602_5870578942994966_1399192073842086801_nd.jpg" width="714" /></a></div><br /><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><i><span style="font-size: medium;">The Daughter and I are pretty Strong and definitely scrappy, but, we're Females and I'm now at Vulnerable Adult Status of Age. So, pitted against a Male whose not Mentally all there, especially One Younger and Stronger than us both... and One whose Old, yet been Special Forces Trained to defend himself or go on a serious Offensive if he were to feel the least bit threatened, real or imagined, well, it's just risky and not always Safest. I mostly use Intimidation and Diplomacy to diffuse volatile situations, since, calling the Authorities when things get out of Hand, would mean the possibility of not only someone being Arrested, but, possibly shot. Yes, the Police on a Mental Health and/or Domestic Dispute Call can often Shoot first and then run damage control behind their Department later. </span></i></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><i><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></i></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><i><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></i></span></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large; font-weight: normal;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large; font-weight: normal;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDN3Kgk3l9msYcQ4QDcd6bASGxEMwVKzMyhTwZl8xSybISj4XeLR_TaJgEnFDbsh1SaS-hV10228u-OQywzl93CkeNB-rRkx_zxX9BCeCRRuzHsBaYtMevGq6QhTaUZg8LjmsaEEJHUEnRBcmKw-D16Xf7Jj2sRC3EactbehgfSbXglByLG5j3FyvwInU/s599/312008915_5870579176328276_7602476482001670337_nd.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="599" data-original-width="301" height="1421" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDN3Kgk3l9msYcQ4QDcd6bASGxEMwVKzMyhTwZl8xSybISj4XeLR_TaJgEnFDbsh1SaS-hV10228u-OQywzl93CkeNB-rRkx_zxX9BCeCRRuzHsBaYtMevGq6QhTaUZg8LjmsaEEJHUEnRBcmKw-D16Xf7Jj2sRC3EactbehgfSbXglByLG5j3FyvwInU/w715-h1421/312008915_5870579176328276_7602476482001670337_nd.jpg" width="715" /></a></div></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I know this, I Worked many a File of it at our DA's Office over the Years. Family calls for Help for dealing with a Mentally Challenged Loved One, Loved One ends up Dead. The State will often Rule that was an appropriate Resolution to whatever happened, Case Closed. The Mentally Ill are just devalued, considered disposable and burdensome, and vilified that much by Society, and we all know it, so are Guarded about it. The Daughter always has said she never really felt like she'd ever end up Killed by a Bad Actor or even a Cartel in Mexico... as much as she felt she'd end up Killed by a Cop responding to a Psychotic Episode she was having and had no Control over. She Testifies that even Bad Actors/Cartel Members showed her more Compassion than most Cops ever have. The Young Prince feels the same, so does The Son, so, they really don't Trust the Authorities or Legal System to Protect OR Serve them and the demographic of Society they represent.</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTnvvE2L5KFqNLl2PyrSKC8BlZRL9Zb3EjZhoI4EbjABdLZNVXNlUVsFPzt86Ymq_oXKss92fVqTYQnknBRQ5_zVHvkcMYUnvxCqTjDUy6Z8HlhieoDOkoRNYwpFjGXvcFXridCiIvM2Vy4f5vZrFAnffM8n6M5xhHWsHMOGrp-r7xfiE53Y7A0ErIghw/s960/54520297_2455400944688748_7187609524834926592_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="796" height="873" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTnvvE2L5KFqNLl2PyrSKC8BlZRL9Zb3EjZhoI4EbjABdLZNVXNlUVsFPzt86Ymq_oXKss92fVqTYQnknBRQ5_zVHvkcMYUnvxCqTjDUy6Z8HlhieoDOkoRNYwpFjGXvcFXridCiIvM2Vy4f5vZrFAnffM8n6M5xhHWsHMOGrp-r7xfiE53Y7A0ErIghw/w723-h873/54520297_2455400944688748_7187609524834926592_n.jpg" width="723" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>This was all the part of the Post that I Wrestled with whether to Publish or just Write Out and keep deleting, since, it's deeply personal and possibly controversial. People don't wanna know and really can't understand unless they have a Point of Reference as to how poorly those with Mental Illness are STILL treated. It wasn't just during archaic times that abuse, neglect and indifference towards that demographic was rampant, it exists to this day. So, every once in a while I vent about it, since, those of us who are Caregivers to the most vulnerable and marginalized by Society, realize that if they didn't have us, they'd have no-one. And, tho' I'm certainly not attempting to be Martyred, there is the knowledge that I can't give in, give out or give up or my Loved Ones needing Care would have nobody else stepping up or stepping in for them. It's trite and ignorant of anyone to surmise you COULD just hand it over to anyone... there isn't that Option for most of us.</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><i> </i> <br /><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHj_z5NX4Dvc_YdiwAggvVbAbTAdvsqvlYUeehkqRABiDMVVADOehH_93jjEq-Zmse-vypm_-1vUZ5FpzxpwJJRImLrvj4SokghzV8qUmwTIq4Fhj_DaUPPnwedsYQ1-FgoAc_9XPbtrprQtgPX522JX7SVV_FEiqXtU234YR807XXkOfg9FPKPhYRoh8/s640/428166588_18015296597494258_2477632581282600146_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="512" height="905" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHj_z5NX4Dvc_YdiwAggvVbAbTAdvsqvlYUeehkqRABiDMVVADOehH_93jjEq-Zmse-vypm_-1vUZ5FpzxpwJJRImLrvj4SokghzV8qUmwTIq4Fhj_DaUPPnwedsYQ1-FgoAc_9XPbtrprQtgPX522JX7SVV_FEiqXtU234YR807XXkOfg9FPKPhYRoh8/w724-h905/428166588_18015296597494258_2477632581282600146_n.jpg" width="724" /></a></div><br /><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>It was one of the most difficult decisions we ever had to make as a Family to put each of my Parents in a Nursing Home or Hospice, and they Qualified to be Accepted, after we could no longer meet them at their Point of Need. But with Mom it took making her a Ward of the State of California and my Brother's connections to major Celebrity Clients and Influential People in that State to get her into a top rated Facility where the level of her Care wasn't abysmal. We certainly didn't have the financial means to pay the Eleven Grand a Month it Cost to allegedly take Care of her there, that's for sure. And with Dad, the 27 Years of Military Service and him Dying wasn't enuf for the VA to Qualify him for the Old Veteran's Home any more than it was for The Man with his 39 Years of Service and extreme TBI... both were Denied... so, just sayin'. This is why you have Civilian Charities Sponsoring Old and Disabled Veteran's like they are Third World Children.</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEge9ib9hliDz7C4jvbYftHqEc_l6z2FawHP9c20GhQOX0iclkxJz1TmRKU10OpI0b8Xo_hf43D6DV0j1-3O9Pod4KHuoHmXVJ8SxwN1o7YVa5Qw8rPuHC4PuI5k6KPiA9bIWmOf4-2mdgV-uuMivahIfqHXWKT_I2ftwNwXi63uyjfRnAuAlsp5kSybni8/s1350/54278892_2452592271636282_6385866519401725952_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1350" data-original-width="1080" height="901" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEge9ib9hliDz7C4jvbYftHqEc_l6z2FawHP9c20GhQOX0iclkxJz1TmRKU10OpI0b8Xo_hf43D6DV0j1-3O9Pod4KHuoHmXVJ8SxwN1o7YVa5Qw8rPuHC4PuI5k6KPiA9bIWmOf4-2mdgV-uuMivahIfqHXWKT_I2ftwNwXi63uyjfRnAuAlsp5kSybni8/w720-h901/54278892_2452592271636282_6385866519401725952_n.jpg" width="720" /></a></div><br /><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>Yeah, I DO get angry, but anger not channeled appropriately is absolutely Useless, so, I just Let It Go. What else ya gonna do, you can't Rage against The Machine. Well, you CAN, but you'd end up rather like poor Navalny, perhaps Honored and Greatly Respected in Martyr Status, but, nothing really Changed for all his Heroic Sacrifice and Raging against The Machine in his Country either. So, let us not pretend that his Country is the only one FUBAR these days, we all know it's rather looking like a Competition for a Race to the Bottom, isn't it? And Yeah, I have said it openly and often, segments of our Great Country are deplorable Characters too and it's showing and on Full Display now actually, with zero Shame on the part of those responsible. With the whole World watching, and they ARE watching, Trust and Believe... just when you think it can't get more fucked up and depraved, it does... reaching a New All Time Low. And so, here we now are...</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: x-large; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8cDj1Nx1Cr8zHOJRNUh1yH9TYSsUpx0yw8eeBVUwTUVRkd4mOQyzrhd-y-NhuG-Ofca2NZ7bBnhxWO4Q9vWfZnPlV0S9CwNLxGz1BzUBIlivBnuwCAqxyvEWSYcY9fwpxzebREdmgwThnZSSHHTBrZYGKIEGQkeO2jal5oWyJBN2MT42hgxTePGJIHs4/s5152/IMG_7588.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5152" data-original-width="3864" height="963" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8cDj1Nx1Cr8zHOJRNUh1yH9TYSsUpx0yw8eeBVUwTUVRkd4mOQyzrhd-y-NhuG-Ofca2NZ7bBnhxWO4Q9vWfZnPlV0S9CwNLxGz1BzUBIlivBnuwCAqxyvEWSYcY9fwpxzebREdmgwThnZSSHHTBrZYGKIEGQkeO2jal5oWyJBN2MT42hgxTePGJIHs4/w722-h963/IMG_7588.JPG" width="722" /></a></div><div style="font-size: x-large; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-size: x-large; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>And when I see the Polls, it seems that at least a huge portion of Americans are perfectly Okay with the New Low and it's a Standard of depravity they actually Support and Justify in their Alternate Reality or whatever they're calling it these days. So, go figure!?!!!!!?</i> <i>And IF they get what they think they Want, well, I can only say they DESERVED it and I won't wanna hear fuck about it when they realize what absolute ignorant Fools and Easy Marks they were. I mean that, I really do, be Careful what you ask for, you just might get it. And haven't you seen people who Think and Imagine they Want something and then when they get it, they're like, oh Fuck, we Fucked Up!?! Yeah, it will be like THAT, rest assured it would be. And yet, everyone will be Fucked, BECAUSE of them, and that's the part I personally resent and would find it impossible to Forgive them for.</i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: x-large; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdo7Eg0b8xk6nNHIXMx270A8W5sCi8-rl3nBXvcR82LJP-4HX_aKIEFp_NyoH6AaqLbQltT6HV0wmzqhCtv05vzK_oAVnwl8tCbUHTsOnBfST0NNd2IYF9uGsQgD7X9QWY4ffLbLCrIU9PWXRP1CI17fjce2noTjZZddtZWsCMgqUlitd8mmPx5xyxu_Y/s5152/IMG_7593.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5152" data-original-width="3864" height="967" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdo7Eg0b8xk6nNHIXMx270A8W5sCi8-rl3nBXvcR82LJP-4HX_aKIEFp_NyoH6AaqLbQltT6HV0wmzqhCtv05vzK_oAVnwl8tCbUHTsOnBfST0NNd2IYF9uGsQgD7X9QWY4ffLbLCrIU9PWXRP1CI17fjce2noTjZZddtZWsCMgqUlitd8mmPx5xyxu_Y/w725-h967/IMG_7593.JPG" width="725" /></a></div><div style="font-size: x-large; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-size: x-large; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><i><span style="font-size: medium;">Too much is at Stake, I've been a World Traveler and visited and lived in Countries not as fortunate or as Free as ours, so has The Man. Trust and Believe, there's a reason most Americans would never Live there voluntarily and nobody is flocking to Immigrate to THOSE places. And, more importantly, the Nationals of those Countries, a lot of them are desperate to GET OUT and will risk everything to. And a great many can't or are prevented from Escaping the Fresh Hell that their Country has become due to the depravation of the current Leadership. There's a REASON for that and it's not Rocket Science to figure out unless you have Eyes Wide Shut or are Stupid as Fuck. Anyone who wants a similar Fate for the United States is out of Touch with Reality. A Grim Reality. And it's usually the ilk that complains about Wokeness and yet, the Opposite of Woke... is... <b>ASLEEP</b>!!!</span></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><i><br /></i><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: x-large; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVN5hBYOUD1Nqr-sFNytNS3uHGCGIgEb_JPdZHoCTVsbsZdEXEVI1dQkoRS7DJH-7RfP80fPwYf6ZHnVytCt_mxLuKXXd4OiLtqau0cf8bqLuYSz36ihW4iq-X3WWJ1qMhbzhc_BZ2VbYamisCz8eh2BPpAa7XCE10Tfw7Oso4Tmpj8BO3LWeCjRB4DUg/s5152/IMG_7594.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5152" data-original-width="3864" height="968" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVN5hBYOUD1Nqr-sFNytNS3uHGCGIgEb_JPdZHoCTVsbsZdEXEVI1dQkoRS7DJH-7RfP80fPwYf6ZHnVytCt_mxLuKXXd4OiLtqau0cf8bqLuYSz36ihW4iq-X3WWJ1qMhbzhc_BZ2VbYamisCz8eh2BPpAa7XCE10Tfw7Oso4Tmpj8BO3LWeCjRB4DUg/w726-h968/IMG_7594.JPG" width="726" /></a></div><div style="font-size: x-large; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-size: x-large; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><i><span style="font-size: medium;">Okay, enuf of that, Rant ALMOST over... Caregiving plus the State of our Political Situation in the condition of what is becoming Amerikkka, is making me Testy as Fuck, can you only tell? *LOL* Plus, becoz it's an Election Year, some of the Vendors who are MAGAts at our Antique Mall are putting their MAGA-Wear on Display and I find it all so revolting and crass, that, GAK, I don't even wanna Touch it when a Customer needs me to Serve them to BUY some of that Grifter shit. And of coarse you have 45 and his Cult saying such things that SHOULD shock and don't anymore, becoz it's so fucking predictable, like, "His Popularity has increased among 'The Blacks' due to his hideous Four Hundred Dollar Kicks and his Mug Shot on T-Shirts"... Yeah, they fucking said that overtly Racist shit Out Loud and if that's not 'Telling', well, I have no Words. </span></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZbEaCcGDoSr7VqgmI5fSncG5CKxH4CWyXmzVX4TAXFwM3nqqBSVM2rl6h9jeua_Zl7CoHsBiwkJYM9gG7e2m-e6FXHqihbq_njb30eByeNzLajglT0_GSeqn4RewvSKlgNQZ72jKZryMy3qeiqWGLb30QytkRa2Y1dXYkkhyphenhyphenTclg6Ic6MitqBIKZGdxs/s5152/IMG_7596.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5152" data-original-width="3864" height="969" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZbEaCcGDoSr7VqgmI5fSncG5CKxH4CWyXmzVX4TAXFwM3nqqBSVM2rl6h9jeua_Zl7CoHsBiwkJYM9gG7e2m-e6FXHqihbq_njb30eByeNzLajglT0_GSeqn4RewvSKlgNQZ72jKZryMy3qeiqWGLb30QytkRa2Y1dXYkkhyphenhyphenTclg6Ic6MitqBIKZGdxs/w727-h969/IMG_7596.JPG" width="727" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div></span><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><i><span style="font-size: medium;">Why <b>ANY</b> Woman, Minority, Military/Veteran Personnel, Naturalized Citizen from another Country, Democracy Loving, or LGBTQ+ Human in America would even Vote Red at this Point, slays me!!!!!!!!!!!???????? Or you could be a combo of all of the above demographics, just sayin', most of America that Lunatic is AGAINST and has said so, out loud... he says ALL of the Quiet Parts out loud so you can't have any fucking delusions now, can you? So, I'd ask Why, but I'm not even sure I'd Understand if you tried to tell me and justify that Strange Choice? Given what he's said and feels about every single one of you in those categories, without exception and with no apology for the contempt and Bad Plans he has for us. *Eye Roll* He's told you exactly Who he is and what he Plans to Do... Believe him.</span></i><i style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></i></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><i><br /></i></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-iyRFItyZ8KNtTOdavMCRLFbyqL4CHGLZ6wUI2mGRYt_MYaZwtxu9e9Q_qdZQjfHpuNY8hEUf2tiIFNR6Aqpn-SI1srw90yyb_pvVdSQfU4QQbUym5zx5ieme6C4-MGAR2U-bAzwFY9WVb-8Z1mV7gy3Q-ksb6y93bqnt3hW27oYU1azHgw4lY7rWk9s/s5152/IMG_7886.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5152" data-original-width="3864" height="968" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-iyRFItyZ8KNtTOdavMCRLFbyqL4CHGLZ6wUI2mGRYt_MYaZwtxu9e9Q_qdZQjfHpuNY8hEUf2tiIFNR6Aqpn-SI1srw90yyb_pvVdSQfU4QQbUym5zx5ieme6C4-MGAR2U-bAzwFY9WVb-8Z1mV7gy3Q-ksb6y93bqnt3hW27oYU1azHgw4lY7rWk9s/w726-h968/IMG_7886.JPG" width="726" /></a></div><br /><i>*******</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>Hang in there and Suck it Up too my Friends... Don't give in, give up or give out... Dawn... The Bohemian</i></span></div>Bohemianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03743017084098726581noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4825579903367960408.post-53533826461548522122024-03-02T01:33:00.000-08:002024-03-02T01:43:45.737-08:00Betwixt And Between<p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYeGbY88Ok-19B20tSps5D5UfK-UDtBLixiO_A80jGLCdHLDlYzpFRm-WyuXybXMS5PtY67t8MYYY-Ewojz5NlqiRJWjZdy_LZ89Iwk002E1W5ZQrdZmsJPWYVKhEwzX_1ryj34FafpmKGr_rU8k4vuC35MH0u596WO1oipbOUHvCsLTJcWdgzHypwyuI/s5152/IMG_7772.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5152" data-original-width="3864" height="992" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYeGbY88Ok-19B20tSps5D5UfK-UDtBLixiO_A80jGLCdHLDlYzpFRm-WyuXybXMS5PtY67t8MYYY-Ewojz5NlqiRJWjZdy_LZ89Iwk002E1W5ZQrdZmsJPWYVKhEwzX_1ryj34FafpmKGr_rU8k4vuC35MH0u596WO1oipbOUHvCsLTJcWdgzHypwyuI/w744-h992/IMG_7772.JPG" width="744" /></a></div><br /><br /><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>Friday I never got out of my Jammies at all, but I spent the whole day working on stuff, lots of stuff. I tidied up some of the messiness of the House, some progress has been made. I worked on Inventory Pricing and got a large Box full ready to bring in to the Showroom this Weekend. I'm mostly running damage control behind myself and trying not to become overwhelmed by how chaotic my surroundings have become by deferred maintenance on my part. Nobody else is to blame, all their personal spaces are tidy and orderly... every place and space I'm using is a Hot Mess right now. Which is indicative I think of my internal struggle right now too... manifested in an external fashion.</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRD0gU2igiFt2wp5aCnve9Nz3I9Kb45F8_aA9WLElrBV4UlkszZbwvBVVEVe-CLQp7wUfi8JEOYy5meS7rwE_2EK80UaEy7G02XRKxNT_7FToZLRGUHfbQ2LJdjzD628ZWxeLC1wyR27LWpn04QgKiG_d5r6jwh7in_icU8rYbIR1nC0N-436o3tiKvNc/s5152/IMG_7776.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5152" data-original-width="3864" height="996" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRD0gU2igiFt2wp5aCnve9Nz3I9Kb45F8_aA9WLElrBV4UlkszZbwvBVVEVe-CLQp7wUfi8JEOYy5meS7rwE_2EK80UaEy7G02XRKxNT_7FToZLRGUHfbQ2LJdjzD628ZWxeLC1wyR27LWpn04QgKiG_d5r6jwh7in_icU8rYbIR1nC0N-436o3tiKvNc/w747-h996/IMG_7776.JPG" width="747" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>I know I'll get things in Order eventually, right now tho' it's a Tall Order for me to make Order out of the Chaos. On Sunday I get my Locked Case and I also Work that Evening, so, I plan to fill the Case earlier in the day. That should get all the Smalls I want behind Lock & Key out of the Showroom and have the added Security. I can also bring in what I have at Home that would never go to the Showroom, due to risk factors. So, Tomorrow I will spend some time Pricing those items for the Locked Case. The Manager tried to reach me on Friday Afternoon, but I was taking a Nap and nobody wanted to wake me. He was likely gonna ask if I'd cover a Shift for someone, so, he didn't call back after 5:00.</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgizyvRtelJPGWA5g1jfBKk6ZJUyWW2uoSkJAII1T4JQ9FY4AGGMigns9F1x9pkynUpAEDmeyHcYBiPiw0MG15sGzKFhm6YUSXZl8i8fcv0UWfXG2UhT5e0XHYZUEQa7z9xF4Q8NzxydUD7_MPTbmVexg0Lp3HLx489S42XROdT0p9I2EP9kCrbeMjJWyA/s5152/IMG_7775.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5152" data-original-width="3864" height="989" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgizyvRtelJPGWA5g1jfBKk6ZJUyWW2uoSkJAII1T4JQ9FY4AGGMigns9F1x9pkynUpAEDmeyHcYBiPiw0MG15sGzKFhm6YUSXZl8i8fcv0UWfXG2UhT5e0XHYZUEQa7z9xF4Q8NzxydUD7_MPTbmVexg0Lp3HLx489S42XROdT0p9I2EP9kCrbeMjJWyA/w742-h989/IMG_7775.JPG" width="742" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><i><br /></i></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>I really wouldn't have wanted to take on another Shift for a Friday or Saturday Night, I have enuf Work here to do that isn't getting done. *LOL and Le Sigh* I'm trying to see the Progress as something rather than nothing... but it's like eating an Elephant one bite at a time, it's a large Meal that will take you a long time to digest and finish. *Le Sigh* If I keep at it, then eventually I build momentum and get a lot accomplished. Which is good, since, it is A LOT that needs doing and I'm an Army Of One right now in the doing of it. The Daughter has been Working quite late on her Three Workdays. The Son works long Hours, so I hate to ask either of them to Work more when they get Home.</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHGlhJ3KGSF37yUM9scYHvy5bEept86YEVvWGkcvK9NyoBAgfeo4RnH1or8qoFL_UlnTyBQT8U8sjxYO0AloCybxQhexBHqT2bYvanZQSIE6heDf1McsZcufaBPy-59dIS_EohKNRYv4FK1j8DbOUH47sxX4I36nZu9WNjEdLFJfSKqfy7DUGU1dLu4F8/s5152/IMG_7774.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5152" data-original-width="3864" height="988" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHGlhJ3KGSF37yUM9scYHvy5bEept86YEVvWGkcvK9NyoBAgfeo4RnH1or8qoFL_UlnTyBQT8U8sjxYO0AloCybxQhexBHqT2bYvanZQSIE6heDf1McsZcufaBPy-59dIS_EohKNRYv4FK1j8DbOUH47sxX4I36nZu9WNjEdLFJfSKqfy7DUGU1dLu4F8/w741-h988/IMG_7774.JPG" width="741" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><i><br /></i></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>Princess T is tired after School, it takes it out of her since she's Academically Challenged. Plus, she's 18, so her Social Life is her priority after School, as it should be. The Man is just not engaged with anything around our Property at all. I sometimes give him small tasks and he acts as if it's gargantuan an Ask. He did initiate his own Shower this Morning, which is some progress. Since, once someone has TBI and then Dementia setting in, hygiene can become deferred if you don't remind them to do what should be done daily in the Care of themselves. He'll often try to put on the dirty clothes he just took off or want to wear the same thing for days. He gets irritable when I intercede.</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEira4sUdwzfFv41pco4-lAU57Z2Q3PujniEHp9ZN4TzlLiYG35WBeC2Q1NQA4O02BSkUxbCUJ0u_nsfG_60e0dfovIyThBcKHjNX_pTZyfd408NhdYjErxn5wouJJg6XZ6IsB8xR9l54747sWMGS7uta8Az-Nkn5LA4VNfopZrD4zMU1xFslwpM8_docZ4/s960/430992375_7597593676960142_9189540169566962931_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="989" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEira4sUdwzfFv41pco4-lAU57Z2Q3PujniEHp9ZN4TzlLiYG35WBeC2Q1NQA4O02BSkUxbCUJ0u_nsfG_60e0dfovIyThBcKHjNX_pTZyfd408NhdYjErxn5wouJJg6XZ6IsB8xR9l54747sWMGS7uta8Az-Nkn5LA4VNfopZrD4zMU1xFslwpM8_docZ4/w742-h989/430992375_7597593676960142_9189540169566962931_n.jpg" width="742" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><i><br /></i></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>Today The Man and both Kiddos have been in good Spirits tho', so everyone is Over the High Drama of the Night Before. I'm typing this on The Day After, what a difference 24 Hours can make, one way or the other. *LOL* Princess T was asked to attend First Friday with Timmy and Matthew. They cancelled their other Plans they'd made with some other Girl they know and so she got all Dolled Up to go with them and was Happy as a Clam at High Tide to go out with her Gay Boy Posse again. She has been feeling Left Out and since she's the only one in a Relationship, I reminded her that they have to do other things without her when she's doing things with her Boyfriend instead.</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i> </i></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhp96SzNzBYZ520bFeWRyhzVOCyW_G60syE37y-rH0yABp8JWz0CN5ygOASeBZRCt6fIMOV4fADxFnC-_Xm9z8dnFLfZqjEFDCS9DCF-ojqq269UreWo5Cgf8yyQULb5A8s0Zd1LGJNLBUyaks9XELscsg252PZizwfIk8UIbQiw2PibtiANcLBAyNP-oY/s960/431025168_7597593533626823_1301316823916432226_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="990" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhp96SzNzBYZ520bFeWRyhzVOCyW_G60syE37y-rH0yABp8JWz0CN5ygOASeBZRCt6fIMOV4fADxFnC-_Xm9z8dnFLfZqjEFDCS9DCF-ojqq269UreWo5Cgf8yyQULb5A8s0Zd1LGJNLBUyaks9XELscsg252PZizwfIk8UIbQiw2PibtiANcLBAyNP-oY/w743-h990/431025168_7597593533626823_1301316823916432226_n.jpg" width="743" /></a></i></span></div><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>Transitions are difficult, especially when some Friends have Romantic Relationships and other Friends don't yet, it gets complicated Socially sometimes. Rusty, her Boyfriend, isn't in School, he Graduated and Works at a Career, he has his own place, so he's on a different level of Maturity and Independence than most of her High School Friends are. He's not gonna wanna hang out with a bunch of Students, so when they do things together, it is a different itinerary than her Social Group have. She's still very much a Kid at Heart, even tho' she's an Old Soul, so she's rather betwixt and between right now. Transitioning into Adulthood for Teens is a Process, each moving at their own Pace of it.</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSYvAPhOpkGgftFNUOcCYZ8DdhxyEQMndrydvQdJVQdyu2ej-m9ZkWlyiym8Hqe8MnEG9O_i6y4uS62Mnkugn_2mm1INiIiBD5yeID6dvWfQOj9b1_gXiLvex9PNznCilV_Ptd29el6S_ugFDAKVkipBy4_Vn1rCQRKajIFEnljjHpFGRg5lIyD3EX8Xw/s5152/IMG_7814.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5152" data-original-width="3864" height="993" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSYvAPhOpkGgftFNUOcCYZ8DdhxyEQMndrydvQdJVQdyu2ej-m9ZkWlyiym8Hqe8MnEG9O_i6y4uS62Mnkugn_2mm1INiIiBD5yeID6dvWfQOj9b1_gXiLvex9PNznCilV_Ptd29el6S_ugFDAKVkipBy4_Vn1rCQRKajIFEnljjHpFGRg5lIyD3EX8Xw/w745-h993/IMG_7814.JPG" width="745" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><i><br /></i></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>They still have the Main Street in front of our House closed off with Construction on the East End of it, it will be Two Months by the time they Open it back up. So, it's been really quiet with no traffic going by, but, also a pain in the Ass to take alternative routes to get anywhere and get back. I'm sure I also picked up that Nail in my Tire that had to be replaced from the Construction mess caused. So, it's caused Road Hazards and that equates to further personal expense due to it. A couple of Tires now is close to $500 for the least expensive ones for my Truck. I've had to replace Three so far and will replace the 4th after I know what doing our Taxes will hit us with this Year? The Son just had his done and was annoyed at how much more he owed than last Year, so, I'm not Optimistic about ours.</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVaVvfhUG8-qGaO5vsEHke5GKVLxz6e72NHmaZbvnjLSt3FDCJZjcTAoUF-4vmWLO859nA9xyuD6smREB5jgguKX2y-Xovc1rHxWQ0GJTIYpF6jmJxvxnZ8V2_StBYGcY6xa6Vm98zZrc4IIG6-2lnav2naTYMNFHQ1_xBAbXKIb_ENJTzAxld5JTYs4Y/s5152/IMG_7812.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5152" data-original-width="3864" height="993" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVaVvfhUG8-qGaO5vsEHke5GKVLxz6e72NHmaZbvnjLSt3FDCJZjcTAoUF-4vmWLO859nA9xyuD6smREB5jgguKX2y-Xovc1rHxWQ0GJTIYpF6jmJxvxnZ8V2_StBYGcY6xa6Vm98zZrc4IIG6-2lnav2naTYMNFHQ1_xBAbXKIb_ENJTzAxld5JTYs4Y/w745-h993/IMG_7812.JPG" width="745" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><i><br /></i></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>The John Deere still isn't working after Rob replaced the Fuel Pump, I don't think I'm going to put more into it for now. The Son suggested we just buy a new Commercial Quality Weed Eater for now and he'll hit down anything that is grown too lush with it. That sounds like the least expensive option right now to remedy the situation. I've been pricing Yard Equipment and comparing Models of what we might need, after we get Taxes squared away that will be another outlay, along with Servicing my Truck to get the Check Engine Light off. No telling what that will end up being, I shudder to think upon it. Seems anything Tax related, Vehicle related or Home Repair related these days is a major unavoidable expense. Ugh. Other than that, everything is Swell. *Bwahahaha*</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhejc2R1PfECmVWI_L0LaLJoJeLQzFJB9pv0bXN9NYRprWYqeADIKMglgS2XAUGB-OXJNnSPHX7CDfuqUwsZtBnqGXdAcwj9t8KmFE2BgFjH0UnglCqulTvg9sWFleIr-KZFy_RxvgeUdKN5ci2CN4fIdSvRZPiKPL6R4BchancJbtY5k2VUSDZa7AlsJ4/s5152/IMG_7813.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5152" data-original-width="3864" height="997" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhejc2R1PfECmVWI_L0LaLJoJeLQzFJB9pv0bXN9NYRprWYqeADIKMglgS2XAUGB-OXJNnSPHX7CDfuqUwsZtBnqGXdAcwj9t8KmFE2BgFjH0UnglCqulTvg9sWFleIr-KZFy_RxvgeUdKN5ci2CN4fIdSvRZPiKPL6R4BchancJbtY5k2VUSDZa7AlsJ4/w748-h997/IMG_7813.JPG" width="748" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><i><br /></i></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>Whinefest now over about outlays I can't avoid and tap out all Savings I might have had. It's no wonder so many Seniors run out of Money, if you keep on Living, it is bound to happen. Ah well, as my Dear Ole' Dad always said, you can't take any of it with you when you Cross Over, so, might as well spend it all on this side of Time and Eternity. *Winks* I'm currently wading thru my Costume Jewelry to see what I wanna Let Go of and hawk in my Locked Case? I haven't currently Sold any Jewelry, since it does require that added level of Security of being Locked Up in a Case, but, those who do Sell it do very well with it. And I've been waiting to try my Hand at hawking some.</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZPRqczpHMLNCPXMmCKXk0msUFG0D9e6bx936JCpkLIUAimZwXknfDWSnembmwKGRnZyAJAQZJvgfdfidcNxs28KEtn3mSR4WKndwUXxqziQt4C4VIJYzw6karjYtaOZYM5JxoTDjKmGlbcIRelQejJEND539wWijxyqBmvmibRTE6hZ_EMEAHNtQN6Gg/s5152/IMG_7826.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5152" data-original-width="3864" height="1000" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZPRqczpHMLNCPXMmCKXk0msUFG0D9e6bx936JCpkLIUAimZwXknfDWSnembmwKGRnZyAJAQZJvgfdfidcNxs28KEtn3mSR4WKndwUXxqziQt4C4VIJYzw6karjYtaOZYM5JxoTDjKmGlbcIRelQejJEND539wWijxyqBmvmibRTE6hZ_EMEAHNtQN6Gg/w750-h1000/IMG_7826.JPG" width="750" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><i><br /></i></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Since most don't really Sell the Good Stuff, few Sell Gold, Silver or Precious Gems. Those that do aren't the ones making Bank actually... not at our Location anyway. People prefer the Costume Jewelry they can easily afford. Or the Mexican Silver faux Indian Jewelry and not The Real Deal made by Tribal People in Sterling with real Turquoise, Lapis and Coral. So many dyed Stones and most of the General Public can't tell the difference, even when the Price Point States the Obvious. I'm amazed sometimes when someone is looking at a $20 Electroplated Ring with a large CZ Yag and asking if it's Real Gold and a Diamond!!!??? Are you fucking Kidding me?! No, they are not, they NEED to ask. *Insert dumbfounded look and being gobsmacked, that anyone can really be that ignorant or stupid!*</i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQtf_CiQbh2WD0TEpLh5PPOaOadNtGHyNcdXd6qOFCs4HyIiMGs5lk9E3PGPv7OhPF0dbm6Cwk5uBBaGYDwVors2X7lQO0NaAlxNA0qzH9mfmr6D6pF3UUPkznKJF9UkLRkfnVnjImoCUUdzNqdBWhqboN75aT-BEwAcEqu4WLX-DjXgb-GIS9lfW-9NA/s5152/IMG_7825.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5152" data-original-width="3864" height="1002" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQtf_CiQbh2WD0TEpLh5PPOaOadNtGHyNcdXd6qOFCs4HyIiMGs5lk9E3PGPv7OhPF0dbm6Cwk5uBBaGYDwVors2X7lQO0NaAlxNA0qzH9mfmr6D6pF3UUPkznKJF9UkLRkfnVnjImoCUUdzNqdBWhqboN75aT-BEwAcEqu4WLX-DjXgb-GIS9lfW-9NA/w751-h1002/IMG_7825.JPG" width="751" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><i><br /></i></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>In my Head I often Amuse myself by speculating who they are Voting for? *Bwahahahaha* So... yeah... as I'm wading thru my Tiny Hoards I'm also sorting out what to Keep or Sell now. I'd like to be able to say I'm a Woman With A Plan, albeit a very loose one. *LOL* So, I'm disheveled, the House is messy and the Acreage is overgrown... all at the same time... this is not how I envisioned Retirement being. *Bwahaha* I'm not even sure anymore what my Vision of it used to be, it all got derailed Years before I hit Pension Age, so pretty much it's been adapting and improvising ever since. It's a bit like treading Water while you're bobbing around in the Ocean and can't see any Dry Land in any direction. Oh, and Sharks, there's Sharks. *LMAO*</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgABa-78z5Yq-5gakwCv0qauWG70-sg2_3XpFenBCiyb4X2wLLfzB-AXAB90nSAUtAvSDy9wBH-etSlmTWILl-nTmou_9VW3iTbHO1Tqsrt1c9X-0TEC51X1d7ofs-q9kfz8JFdevcnbr2CglBqsoFkEA7ZxULrPj5FSn8waDBFfPjP3F0xvxVgOKyYVZk/s5152/IMG_7827.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5152" data-original-width="3864" height="1003" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgABa-78z5Yq-5gakwCv0qauWG70-sg2_3XpFenBCiyb4X2wLLfzB-AXAB90nSAUtAvSDy9wBH-etSlmTWILl-nTmou_9VW3iTbHO1Tqsrt1c9X-0TEC51X1d7ofs-q9kfz8JFdevcnbr2CglBqsoFkEA7ZxULrPj5FSn8waDBFfPjP3F0xvxVgOKyYVZk/w752-h1003/IMG_7827.JPG" width="752" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><i><br /></i></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>I've been watching Old Horror Movies of late, it makes me feel ever so much better about my circumstances actually. Well, the International News does too, it keeps things in proper perspective and makes me feel exceedingly Grateful and quite privileged. I am limiting my exposure to The News, I now only watch it with measured increments, since, it's all Bad. A Million Plus Acres in the Texas Panhandle have burnt up and Cali still has catastrophic Flooding and Mudslides, they were saying that Northern Cali may get up to 12 inches of Snow and 115 mph Winds in the Sierras, just WTF... it's March!!! That just seems late in the Season to get that much? But, Weather has been Weird everywhere, I know it has been here too.</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3ZNiK0reNTkYudYjHo0Rvq_AWLKZedgynl4Nbh9cAw3HAUoCoHSbVBiJ51gxEn5CZnNvYgURLYOFp-3mfzuT6N6MpxbaB-ucCBOxV-M6vZdjjf181Cdtm8nqEmeu2v2wsBBxjFMRBo7HijXxx4WSmLRMouyJRbwhQdvXWHAfEQ1bxBnpv6kIOfOFK260/s5152/IMG_7823.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5152" data-original-width="3864" height="1009" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3ZNiK0reNTkYudYjHo0Rvq_AWLKZedgynl4Nbh9cAw3HAUoCoHSbVBiJ51gxEn5CZnNvYgURLYOFp-3mfzuT6N6MpxbaB-ucCBOxV-M6vZdjjf181Cdtm8nqEmeu2v2wsBBxjFMRBo7HijXxx4WSmLRMouyJRbwhQdvXWHAfEQ1bxBnpv6kIOfOFK260/w757-h1009/IMG_7823.JPG" width="757" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><i><br /></i></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>The Man and I drove around our Old Neighborhood by The McManse and most of the Trees in the Community are Dead or Dying, so the HOA is having to remove and replace them all. Looks like a Bark Beetle infestation hit certain types of Trees really hard there. So, it's not just Pines that were devastated and they've lost most of the Ornamental Shade Trees that used to line all the Streets and Shaded the Park Areas. It all looked really bad and my Guess is, their HOA Fee will increase exponentially due to it... and other factors. So glad to be out of there... whew!!! There's still a lot of Property there up For Sale, they have a very high turnover of the Real Estate and it's a transient Community, which is probably part of why they have no Sense of Community. Here at the Mini Farm Community, folks have stayed for Generations and are tight knit as a functional Community.</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjC_-7J1ulaYqtJGkICYT56yG-AGLmkk3lbKn3SYaf5C26lMrwdmdibEo3uR0vRICCQIkUR_qOBzW-GOr0J38xbQOBCC4JDtIxp-jmmuJlsj4hH1OOLF0HqZXRG4BJ6ya6FAyWOp6QPWUDEtDFXx6f2NtotUFoCSXBMy9brs6Dztf8d3gCv807-awOXQCY/s5152/IMG_7822.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5152" data-original-width="3864" height="1008" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjC_-7J1ulaYqtJGkICYT56yG-AGLmkk3lbKn3SYaf5C26lMrwdmdibEo3uR0vRICCQIkUR_qOBzW-GOr0J38xbQOBCC4JDtIxp-jmmuJlsj4hH1OOLF0HqZXRG4BJ6ya6FAyWOp6QPWUDEtDFXx6f2NtotUFoCSXBMy9brs6Dztf8d3gCv807-awOXQCY/w756-h1008/IMG_7822.JPG" width="756" /></a></span></div><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>They did FINALLY build that SAFEWAY Grocery Store they'd Promised 15 Years beforehand, close by the Community, they desperately needed it out there. Why it took so much longer than Promised, who knows, the area has overbuilt and there isn't the infrastructure it should have had in place before dumping in that many Residential Properties IMO. The traffic is way worse, which is why we don't visit that area hardly at all, but, Curiosity got the best of us on Thursday, so we took a leisurely drive. *Smiles* I think we got out just in time, we don't miss anything about living out there. Since it's an Election Year, well, the Pretentious had their predictable Election Signs all over their Yards. The Gestapo of an HOA is tolerant of and actually Supports Bad Political leanings, let us just say. Why does that NOT Surprise me in affluent Subdivision Hell filled with MAGAts and Fundies? *Bwahahaha and an Eye Roll*</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i> </i></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8iRUnwGQ8ZtBGG1fBcT3rHcPL_g2ZWxcyI-FkGbWTIhJA_lqvfJ6VAhytvDpBc7JkWPgQoB5hsr3oYrSHfATNN9LIiAzNNH8ChzBHKzrIRB3Qey9bxurtZMEGxFYecEFHlH-jh1xg9t5aO690_P3PdrjcKk9UgissbP2SXhZxlLIjaicGEfVv5Dke_Gg/s5152/IMG_7819.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5152" data-original-width="3864" height="1009" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8iRUnwGQ8ZtBGG1fBcT3rHcPL_g2ZWxcyI-FkGbWTIhJA_lqvfJ6VAhytvDpBc7JkWPgQoB5hsr3oYrSHfATNN9LIiAzNNH8ChzBHKzrIRB3Qey9bxurtZMEGxFYecEFHlH-jh1xg9t5aO690_P3PdrjcKk9UgissbP2SXhZxlLIjaicGEfVv5Dke_Gg/w757-h1009/IMG_7819.JPG" width="757" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><i><br /></i></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>We stopped by HANDEL's Ice Cream Parlor and as we sat Outside at the Tables, we were Amused at overhearing the conversations around us of the Sun City Retirement Set of Rich Old White People. These are NOT folks I'd want to have as Neighbors, I'd find them terribly pretentious, out of Touch with basic Reality, and mostly annoying. The Man was in Agreement that we'd have absolutely nothing in common with the demographic that was sitting around us. Most were acting like their First World Problems were such an incredible Hardship. Oh the Horror of it they lamented and Pearl Clutched! All this while festooned with luxurious adornments that led one to Believe they wouldn't know what real Hardship even remotely looked or felt like. The Menfolk had just gotten off the Golf Courses and still had their Golf Gear on and they drove off in Luxury Vehicles that Sell in the range of high triple digits.</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i> </i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsj7Pde_7lqo2tK1VQfAVYPx5zWtU2RVwrxAsCd13WkxQ6wfxLRNpJvh3-RfLs749j0glzyZWGZIBvlXj5RP8sZxats0Zq4pvrP6wCpVBI3UGP2xH_0usPFxVxP4BgInViTlh2GSk0jT7sSBwKMa2GmxX6eHjm6GQkVzFeWUwIGav1vLhw2lp-CRYV64w/s5152/IMG_7821.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5152" data-original-width="3864" height="1008" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsj7Pde_7lqo2tK1VQfAVYPx5zWtU2RVwrxAsCd13WkxQ6wfxLRNpJvh3-RfLs749j0glzyZWGZIBvlXj5RP8sZxats0Zq4pvrP6wCpVBI3UGP2xH_0usPFxVxP4BgInViTlh2GSk0jT7sSBwKMa2GmxX6eHjm6GQkVzFeWUwIGav1vLhw2lp-CRYV64w/w756-h1008/IMG_7821.JPG" width="756" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><i><br /></i></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>I'd just had a conversation the Day beforehand at our Antique Mall with an Investor I know who Deals in Precious Metals and Coins. He was talking about another Antique Mall location in the Far East Valley that we both know quite well. He said most of the Vendors there are Trust Fund Babies with literally Millions in Passive Income Flow Investments, yet act like Life is such a fucking Hardship for them. They have nothing else to do, most have never had to Work, so they have their High End Antiques they play with and complain about everything and anything constantly. AS IF Life isn't exceedingly Good for them and they're not among the Top One Percenters in the Nation. Oddly, the obscenely wealthy complain a lot, it's Weird to me. I never heard a Poor or truly otherwise disadvantaged person complain so much, I'm not kidding!!! </i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i></i></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4p_WYuQoR8KB-N0u6xNczgygteGxCuofRH9PEqK49Iih3636MeBc4cRopuDZUdZ2EmlM-nhCn2Cz9m5_0CWWe1KXyOGUBL3CvW_V4ZOb8JeG9xP3UlJeAUnUhRI1h-3CMq2U0DLF-brJAZTSADAWuy_xztxBJdczExduk3qF-dv96he0swJfKcm4olpg/s5152/IMG_7796.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5152" data-original-width="3864" height="1005" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4p_WYuQoR8KB-N0u6xNczgygteGxCuofRH9PEqK49Iih3636MeBc4cRopuDZUdZ2EmlM-nhCn2Cz9m5_0CWWe1KXyOGUBL3CvW_V4ZOb8JeG9xP3UlJeAUnUhRI1h-3CMq2U0DLF-brJAZTSADAWuy_xztxBJdczExduk3qF-dv96he0swJfKcm4olpg/w754-h1005/IMG_7796.JPG" width="754" /></a></i></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /> </i></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>So, we got an Earful of the Tribulations of the Top One Percenters, it was all very Marie Antoinette and Let Them Eat Cake. *Eye Roll* They talk loudly, so I can only presume they want people to hear them? Or perhaps they were all quite Deaf, not sure? The Average Age in Sun City is over 70, many look well over 80, as these Old cantankerous and complaining Geezers did. Their Salty countenance showed on their Faces. There would be no Guessing they would and could be quite difficult. The Man and I feel quite Youthful when surrounded by that demographic actually. Many will refer to me as "Young Lady" and that's fucking hilarious... but, if they're the Age my Parents would have been, well, it makes sense I guess? *Bwahahaha* The more humorous part is they always mistake me for being an Employee and not a Shopper or Patron and make requests as if I'm one of the Hired Help. *LMAOROTF*</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i></i></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq387cp4iqB74ldFq54b9QOaNXzIzGXckRQxBeBl0M-jPDs98k2rTQ1UDrYVNS1ny1w_9OzZV4b_Rh4YhdXui8vS56Ys6bLMtU6rJy7lFdhWu78xuLYT7u1JVdchpu4tS4UM6t3Hze9coNqZRozO5_jkg6jSXjRMSpw8kc7bP1ZJKGb5vYKISuqeBKOEc/s5152/IMG_7794.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5152" data-original-width="3864" height="1005" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq387cp4iqB74ldFq54b9QOaNXzIzGXckRQxBeBl0M-jPDs98k2rTQ1UDrYVNS1ny1w_9OzZV4b_Rh4YhdXui8vS56Ys6bLMtU6rJy7lFdhWu78xuLYT7u1JVdchpu4tS4UM6t3Hze9coNqZRozO5_jkg6jSXjRMSpw8kc7bP1ZJKGb5vYKISuqeBKOEc/w754-h1005/IMG_7794.JPG" width="754" /></a></i></span></div><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>I dunno, do I just LOOK like I Work here? *LMAO* Anyway, the Sad part is, when you're in that vicinity, at say a Fast Food Restaurant like a McDonalds or Grocery Store, many of the Poorer Seniors ARE the Hired Help, since they will <b><u>have</u></b> to Work 'til they drop Dead. And, Teens are apparently in short supply in and around Retirement Communities or don't wanna Deal with providing Customer Service to the Wealthier fussy Boomers, so, they Hire the Elderly who have to supplement their Fixed Incomes some kind of way. I always find myself wanting to Help the Hired Help who are so Old, becoz some of these Poor Souls are crippled up and Ancient, yet still trying their best to hold down a Job not really suitable for the Geriatric. I'm seeing a definite chasm between the Haves and the Haves Nots. And nothing irks me more than those with abundant Privilege who act like they got it Bad.</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2Q0PWqoWjScS-XpLgo1c6xfqXbxkWKEa0fsJ_pvURIqh_2OcpErJmHZO7KNs0TtmWoohl14jI9YhF2qoLB26N9OhoNlvtzPM4GB3WcL3LIJ2AkDE7t1bzBDbf7_4FuD_IOrqhtrOf1PqbhY4TegcuhjzKy-MDLEhDkdkfnCBKB4XA4EVsVDy_zNT_ZK0/s5152/IMG_7795.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5152" data-original-width="3864" height="1007" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2Q0PWqoWjScS-XpLgo1c6xfqXbxkWKEa0fsJ_pvURIqh_2OcpErJmHZO7KNs0TtmWoohl14jI9YhF2qoLB26N9OhoNlvtzPM4GB3WcL3LIJ2AkDE7t1bzBDbf7_4FuD_IOrqhtrOf1PqbhY4TegcuhjzKy-MDLEhDkdkfnCBKB4XA4EVsVDy_zNT_ZK0/w755-h1007/IMG_7795.JPG" width="755" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><i><br /></i></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>BTW: I did get this 1930's Royals Handmade Doll, she was only Seven Bucks and had Human Hair, Fabric Hand Painted Face, and a lot of Handwork, Antique Fabrics and Trims to her elaborate Costume! Yes, a definite Creep Factor to her, so, she shall reside in a Cabinet of Curiosities. *Winks* I'm gonna Steal the Idea of the Children's Blocks spelling out FIESTA {Pix Below} in my New Showroom, when Displaying my Fiesta Ware that I have For Sale. I decided to part with all of my Fiesta Ware, I just wasn't using it anymore even tho' I find it to be very Festive and still like the Line. I didn't Collect a certain Color, I bought an assortment of the Colors of Fiesta Ware over the Years, becoz I wanted my Table Settings to be quite Colorful and Bold. It still Sells extremely well and has held it's Value, the Young folks still really like it, especially the Mid-Century Mod Lovers.</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhBsft_SvtCXZtd5plzGJZjuEB7_uERS94Sm21E0kF-aFet5xCk0IFbgm2lFMgOrgCmbxz3hBFNJ1s-MhBPFaOAJRoQSzbEgAcSEuEyf5kBapzN-azAZP9Fjc4acuE9i7D25AM9baZfGfpFHzsm6K0YhLAamfwGJCaqpjnUdIR2EUBECXDzfriqqmlB78/s5152/IMG_7793.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5152" data-original-width="3864" height="1005" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhBsft_SvtCXZtd5plzGJZjuEB7_uERS94Sm21E0kF-aFet5xCk0IFbgm2lFMgOrgCmbxz3hBFNJ1s-MhBPFaOAJRoQSzbEgAcSEuEyf5kBapzN-azAZP9Fjc4acuE9i7D25AM9baZfGfpFHzsm6K0YhLAamfwGJCaqpjnUdIR2EUBECXDzfriqqmlB78/w754-h1005/IMG_7793.JPG" width="754" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><i><br /></i></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>I never tired of it, we just rarely use anything but Paper Plates and Paper Bowls these days to cut down on Dishwashing. And, since everyone is on a different Schedule, we rarely have sit down Meals to set a Table for anyway. Everyone just eats when they want to and cook what they specifically want. Or, we Eat Out, which is one of our guiltier indulgences and pleasures that we developed in Retirement, since, if we don't deserve it, who does? *Winks* Okay, so, in actuality, The Man was the Culinary Jedi out of the Two of us and when he sustained his Traumatic Brain Injury he could no longer be Trusted in a Kitchen without Adult Supervision. He forgot his Safety Prompts constantly and how to Cook everything and could hurt himself, or potentially burn the House down so, it was easier and safer to just take him out for Meals, which he enjoys doing. </i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdKhry5rPLjNEQLRjBDoVrpxczgrDGLTfGUpjjMpHYKXw5_NuQsSpWAC9WtBhEVpgpKDXVUz4RS0U25x4yCD6TJT3P0wzJ1-2inaOuy6FH3YVD83bihLwpNMV0vpaIDjK2y8eL6a3olTj-PjrVhmxmnmV_A3gbTwLtZfa-T1YsSVtOwDpTNfFfQfJRjvs/s5152/IMG_7811.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5152" data-original-width="3864" height="1004" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdKhry5rPLjNEQLRjBDoVrpxczgrDGLTfGUpjjMpHYKXw5_NuQsSpWAC9WtBhEVpgpKDXVUz4RS0U25x4yCD6TJT3P0wzJ1-2inaOuy6FH3YVD83bihLwpNMV0vpaIDjK2y8eL6a3olTj-PjrVhmxmnmV_A3gbTwLtZfa-T1YsSVtOwDpTNfFfQfJRjvs/w753-h1004/IMG_7811.JPG" width="753" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><i><br /></i></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>Plus, all the Kiddos are rather brutal and unforgiving about my lack of Domestic Goddess Skills, they just appreciated my Earning Potential most, not my Cooking or Housekeeping. *Bwahahahaha* I remember once making Old Fashioned Homemade Mac N Cheese for Princess T when she was Five and she chirped to her Grandpa, "Grandpa, I don't LIKE Gramma's <b><u>ANTIQUE</u></b> Macaroni N Cheese... I want the kind in the Blue Box {ie: Kraft Yellow Death}..." *Bwahahahahaha* Ahhh, gotta Luv 'em. That Child could survive on Ramen Cup O Soups and is the fussiest Eater on Planet Earth, besides her Mother... so cooking for her or The Daughter would be an Ordeal even if you were an Iron Chef. So, why bother? She is quite adept at cooking the Two or Three Foods she will actually eat without complaint, so... go for it.</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWuVBQGnMYRy3yEluN6OQM0RWIXTuVx0EjtwvqpNYxdGAIZpXx5HnkckIGsZIiJjf304lmq1Z8G49tEGZNpuVYqAqXlXgMV_-zLn1rYyAPXtEbgdCexu98E7lL5GFIr-wBfGUqwMwZq3lMbaNLYT4tTlhUG3e4ztOn8bYJ7PxgcvziTzMZf2sDhEtvdT4/s5152/IMG_7810.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5152" data-original-width="3864" height="1000" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWuVBQGnMYRy3yEluN6OQM0RWIXTuVx0EjtwvqpNYxdGAIZpXx5HnkckIGsZIiJjf304lmq1Z8G49tEGZNpuVYqAqXlXgMV_-zLn1rYyAPXtEbgdCexu98E7lL5GFIr-wBfGUqwMwZq3lMbaNLYT4tTlhUG3e4ztOn8bYJ7PxgcvziTzMZf2sDhEtvdT4/w750-h1000/IMG_7810.JPG" width="750" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><i>*******</i></div></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>Blessings, Love and Light from the Arizona Desert... Dawn... The Bohemian</i></span></p>Bohemianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03743017084098726581noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4825579903367960408.post-89604767529548433692024-03-01T08:41:00.000-08:002024-03-02T01:28:30.561-08:00Beware The Ides Of March<p style="text-align: center;"><i></i></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjm_Yhq_kl0WnkHAa2VWjvEsp5Apv7eUc9TrCeguXgs_tGF4NcDU_mlo8V2jYgVuixRkUDz4eOduazNfSlgYpbFKFWIAqC-pd9x-NviCD25NszQWGtKvjWn5I_3pTUp2PIATMXsWx-ukru7Idc5NG2DCEcygjcLWgavB285F_wrw_z-D0NmoQB8wmM_CMY/s1672/337689471_3467824546823172_3652901797986458967_nd.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1672" data-original-width="1254" height="1000" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjm_Yhq_kl0WnkHAa2VWjvEsp5Apv7eUc9TrCeguXgs_tGF4NcDU_mlo8V2jYgVuixRkUDz4eOduazNfSlgYpbFKFWIAqC-pd9x-NviCD25NszQWGtKvjWn5I_3pTUp2PIATMXsWx-ukru7Idc5NG2DCEcygjcLWgavB285F_wrw_z-D0NmoQB8wmM_CMY/w750-h1000/337689471_3467824546823172_3652901797986458967_nd.jpg" width="750" /></a></i></div><i><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i> </i></div></i><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">Ah, it's March already and tho' not the 15th, nor the 1st Full Moon of the given Month... and I'm not associating this Post with misfortune and doom... plus, nobody's been famously assassinated that I know of... I thought the Post Title Hook was one I wanted to use anyway, has a nice ring to it. *Winks and LOL* We'll have 'til Mid-Month to see if any of that plays out? *Bwahahaha* Here at the Asylum, the end of February went either really well or really sideways all in the same damned Leap Year Day. So, now it's a brand new Month, we'll start over shall we? *Eye Roll*</span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i></i></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxftZe-pvt8G2Ijco7Fslgzl7Yb3tjWFGwkut78HeKRk49wiUjBS8kQkfrhPZo67vwssNPVnLslV9adkEdpZWsOddtPbUrcG2nZZIojA-7dchalN2VtX70k_iUFGjkOmJW1PBwAW5qZb3iFlxWF0XXELgb-oLyM4Rt-xh3OyOz6sGswTCnIKwJAwhTxGo/s547/392871928_7567339019985608_8012317502863478262_nd.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="547" data-original-width="352" height="1167" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxftZe-pvt8G2Ijco7Fslgzl7Yb3tjWFGwkut78HeKRk49wiUjBS8kQkfrhPZo67vwssNPVnLslV9adkEdpZWsOddtPbUrcG2nZZIojA-7dchalN2VtX70k_iUFGjkOmJW1PBwAW5qZb3iFlxWF0XXELgb-oLyM4Rt-xh3OyOz6sGswTCnIKwJAwhTxGo/w751-h1167/392871928_7567339019985608_8012317502863478262_nd.jpg" width="751" /></a></i></div><i><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></i><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">After the Three Crazies had Calmed Down last Night and the Lunar Madness subsided... everyone went back to what they'd been doing beforehand, rather like an Old Twilight Zone Episode. Then straight to Bed and to Sleep while I was still wound up tighter than a Seven Day Clock after playing Referee and diffusing the situation. My adrenalin was too amped to just roll into Bed after all the High Drama was over between The Man, The Daughter and The Son. After each debarks off the Crazy Train, they can act like nothing ever happened, it's fucking surreal I tell you! Which, is both a good thing and just a Weird thing, since they can go from High Drama and Confrontational, to Loving and cooperative or back to Normalized Behavior, on the turn of a Dime, or, vice-versa.</span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i></i></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoxqPuAerq0QU4G_OLUeoUyTHxRysob1SO8Zz8wiwR4UC0FUyABocQxpAa5nc1BZIrY_dqKHRQA7Ko_92w_ZCidhUkLy6NcauTqmLi7F6OauBLCg51wFxRmmjgfWiGGD5s_CnrS91Ipkev6r2A291z2K1Wb8g5ivzxkkR9cQAKWjF-97StpG_rGzVA-Wk/s531/428631919_7567339179985592_5424044147052477939_nd.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="531" data-original-width="375" height="1066" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoxqPuAerq0QU4G_OLUeoUyTHxRysob1SO8Zz8wiwR4UC0FUyABocQxpAa5nc1BZIrY_dqKHRQA7Ko_92w_ZCidhUkLy6NcauTqmLi7F6OauBLCg51wFxRmmjgfWiGGD5s_CnrS91Ipkev6r2A291z2K1Wb8g5ivzxkkR9cQAKWjF-97StpG_rGzVA-Wk/w753-h1066/428631919_7567339179985592_5424044147052477939_nd.jpg" width="753" /></a></i></div><i><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div></i><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">Listen, I'm not Right myself, but, I can stick with a Mood for a Minute, Okay? Just pick a Mood, any Mood, I can stick with it... they can't Mood Regulate like that... NOT. AT. ALL. Actually, Princess T can't either, but, she wasn't here until after there was no more Trouble in Paradise, so, at least I wasn't Dealing with her possibly reacting to their Situation. *Whew* And nobody had to be kicked out, which is rather miraculous, becoz The Son was the one that would have had to go that Night, since, he appeared the most volatile and I couldn't figure out Why? Out of that Trio, he's the least likely to go Postal, and yet, he did. So, I knew there had to be more of a Back Story. Not that they're Rays of fucking Sunshine most days, but, this Shit was ridiculous! We needed to Sage that Shit!</span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i></i></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_1VefRaQRfefuyE9-p8lkFKJudEseUq_c7AfU7cd3T6V0vG1W8Vff4AD7odZDlEPUnwgGcrOk42cxqzgEJTW-jQngz4aHb3KwBLU7sQo83Bp-n2znkTt-aHs6xHpFQtjYrTYNqsnA4xxPhuufQHWxdWHe-WtUcCS3trOsqzLym8sYx_W4NpkMRODPjN4/s1676/337880636_127978803439444_7657341778193292914_nd.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1676" data-original-width="1076" height="1166" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_1VefRaQRfefuyE9-p8lkFKJudEseUq_c7AfU7cd3T6V0vG1W8Vff4AD7odZDlEPUnwgGcrOk42cxqzgEJTW-jQngz4aHb3KwBLU7sQo83Bp-n2znkTt-aHs6xHpFQtjYrTYNqsnA4xxPhuufQHWxdWHe-WtUcCS3trOsqzLym8sYx_W4NpkMRODPjN4/w747-h1166/337880636_127978803439444_7657341778193292914_nd.jpg" width="747" /></a></i></div><i><br /></i><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><br /></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">The Daughter finally came Clean, at least with HER Schizophrenic Version of what the Triggers were. The Son didn't even wanna Talk about it and I wasn't there when it all Popped Off, so I can deduct only partially what might have led up to everyone going Postal? Her Friend Amber had called her earlier in the Day, before going to Work, to ask if Amber's Daughter Ayana, could come over and spend the Day with us while she Worked? We agreed, the Teen is here from out of State visiting her Mom. So, it gave her Company and a Supervised spot to be, and her Mom Peace of Mind. She's 19 and a pleasant Young Woman, but, rather immature and naive, she was Raised quite Sheltered. So her Mom worries about her well being, as most Parents of Teens and Children just do. Mother and Daughter have had some Issues, let us just say... and haven't we all whilst Parenting Spawn? *LOL*</span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></i></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhF9wvYYb7zo9Q0zEApYYoOGse_5_eX9iOJ47JL01nRECjh0Vt0K3AgRk8hySQrKzex7VXl5dmcltkSXK_IoQ2yXINDW98DHLJkXd79p_c6BwDq-oTff4h4WeZBs3Shs9cN7p_89jtifGLpyfyk3YzucrLwl5oK6FHBPQON6jFp2aZDMiPfp7rQ0jRkDuY/s1260/129721471_3821788394540708_7591691083298342828_nd.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1260" data-original-width="802" height="1170" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhF9wvYYb7zo9Q0zEApYYoOGse_5_eX9iOJ47JL01nRECjh0Vt0K3AgRk8hySQrKzex7VXl5dmcltkSXK_IoQ2yXINDW98DHLJkXd79p_c6BwDq-oTff4h4WeZBs3Shs9cN7p_89jtifGLpyfyk3YzucrLwl5oK6FHBPQON6jFp2aZDMiPfp7rQ0jRkDuY/w746-h1170/129721471_3821788394540708_7591691083298342828_nd.jpg" width="746" /></a></span></i></div><i><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /> </span></i><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">Some Days I'm even Crazy enuf to Miss the Days of the Above Age of my Demon Spawn... and then... I snap back to Reality and Remember. Since, they only appeared Angelic and so damned Cute! *Winks* Okay, so Ayana was here after being dropped off by Amber's Boyfriend, Santos, but, her Mom was supposed to come pick her up after Work. That became a bone of contention, since, Amber had forgotten she'd even asked us to have her Daughter over here and made the request herself! I was here when The Daughter took the Call and asked me if it would be Okay. Hey, it happens. *LOL* I can't say I've never forgotten a Child or where I said they could go or asked for them to be, so, not judging. *Winks* But, apparently Amber thought her Boyfriend just dumped the Kid off here and that he and her Daughter made that decision without her Permission... so, she didn't want to come pick her up after Work and was mad at everyone!!! *Le Sigh and Eye Roll*</span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i></i></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-fggyx9qlIQydjp_KhUT5aJbrID9B2B3fE6pkl34bE6wDB7tlN-_zk1QfCpa3UM4hLvUIC0B66OlNjnEkBHhmRdmKwDMTq9A_n2m-fcoKlWwcXsvSYZN0vf126SO1AcWuo3fbeBBxs4ACkN-5ll5n4nymQLg2piM2DpDMJ__dpLRlBcDxl4tpbnBnSzg/s1440/126937619_426471498369275_2051668693441918124_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1080" height="984" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-fggyx9qlIQydjp_KhUT5aJbrID9B2B3fE6pkl34bE6wDB7tlN-_zk1QfCpa3UM4hLvUIC0B66OlNjnEkBHhmRdmKwDMTq9A_n2m-fcoKlWwcXsvSYZN0vf126SO1AcWuo3fbeBBxs4ACkN-5ll5n4nymQLg2piM2DpDMJ__dpLRlBcDxl4tpbnBnSzg/w738-h984/126937619_426471498369275_2051668693441918124_n.jpg" width="738" /></a></i></div><i><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></i><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">Above is Amber these days, she was always a Cute Kid and she's always Respectful to me and we get along, I'm like her Other Mom. But, she and The Daughter grew up together and argue like Sisters who are real close but Fight and Fuss a lot, both of them are quite volatile. So, they got into some Sibling Like rivalry over the Phone about it, as they just are inclined to do and have their whole lives. They always forgive each other and make up, but, both of them can get carried away, just like Siblings arguing can, only, both of them are relatively unhinged, so, use your Imagination. The Son, thinking he was taking his Sister and Amber's Daughter's Side, began disparaging Amber and saying SHE was Crazy. AS IF they all AREN'T... Bwahahahaha... and Yes, Amber is 'Special' like them too, so, you can only imagine the irony of any of them judging the others. *LMAOROTF*</span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i></i></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlq0yGh5JoHZariiWiOWLR_wTb0ILgFYlucpgmZKhmI8KBLQti02sHVXdA_zcmeIUzRxAjJ4J3vkA67IKONt42q_HUCTLCEVNJcJI4b3gHmlsy_4l0FDccnMVshGW9ZBG92MUhDYTN4qDf24Gjvlsh3OiZuij3-Wlu03ug0VyjLvtEyVqYYwjL_puSDHc/s2048/343639296_142000525387759_7658743295981475277_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1385" height="1085" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlq0yGh5JoHZariiWiOWLR_wTb0ILgFYlucpgmZKhmI8KBLQti02sHVXdA_zcmeIUzRxAjJ4J3vkA67IKONt42q_HUCTLCEVNJcJI4b3gHmlsy_4l0FDccnMVshGW9ZBG92MUhDYTN4qDf24Gjvlsh3OiZuij3-Wlu03ug0VyjLvtEyVqYYwjL_puSDHc/w733-h1085/343639296_142000525387759_7658743295981475277_n.jpg" width="733" /></a></i></div><i><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></i><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"> And becoz Amber is the Lifelong BFF of The Daughter and The Mom of Ayana, NOW THEY Turn on The Son! *Ahhh the Age Old Play and Outcome of involving yourself in someone else's High Drama!* He should have just shut his damned Mouth and stayed out of it, but, some Alcohol was involved, which, Crazy and Alcohol are never the best Mix for confrontational Episodes transpiring. All guardrails were thus removed. So, The Son is now Triggered and saying they're all a bunch of Crazy Bitches and that's when I entered the Room, hearing the Melee and some profanity and elevated voices out there in the Livingroom. The Crazy Train was leaving the Station. It didn't take Spidey Senses to realize something had escalated and needed immediate diffusing before it got physical in Crazy Land between them out there. The Man was like, "Honey, is that the TV Show they're watching, it's getting very Loud and Angry sounding?!" *Bwahaha*</span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i></i></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQDnaGB0EmY3bZxnAigdE-9H_3INxIzVcjvZFvgcz2QbWbNMtRr_Pa_W6_mjUnCaYdDcZv6K99-L0VB0b4xpPcN22lHltvB_UsPpjY0L0UDjyLK7rucJzM02rzy_LJB0h1hkRRLbha-eFxHz9XT3WRkH7QjUGMSwqtsXS1HwZwHmCeQDUo6EOJucPmCeY/s1440/129004313_3821786697874211_6884156393560906047_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1072" height="1015" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQDnaGB0EmY3bZxnAigdE-9H_3INxIzVcjvZFvgcz2QbWbNMtRr_Pa_W6_mjUnCaYdDcZv6K99-L0VB0b4xpPcN22lHltvB_UsPpjY0L0UDjyLK7rucJzM02rzy_LJB0h1hkRRLbha-eFxHz9XT3WRkH7QjUGMSwqtsXS1HwZwHmCeQDUo6EOJucPmCeY/w755-h1015/129004313_3821786697874211_6884156393560906047_n.jpg" width="755" /></a></i></div><i><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></i><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">No, NO it was not, but it was about to get to TV Show Drama levels real fucking fast by the sounds of it!!! They were Facing Off and bumping Chests, The Son trying to provoke his Sister into hitting him. Never a Wise Idea, she can and has handed him his Ass when she goes Mental... Blood would be involved. I tolerate no DV in my Household and everyone has to get along and play well with others in order to reside here in relative Harmony. Of coarse, The Man, who is always spoiling for a Fight after Sundown now, has to enter the Mix, he still Imagines he's THAT Guy, see Above. *Eye Roll* As if I needed THAT added unhinged personality in the Room! Things were already Crazy and Out Of Control Enuf!!! And Reinforcements and The Cavalry weren't coming, they never do.</span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i></i></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4RjPSVlNE36h7eDcKjgEUyPeYJqR1ibvO0BKZPjIOW7dykMaQnWwkQrn_J8SR8glye7oz-uBw87JJdgV4xN03BhQq3YENM3PdAeCtY5bPqdH68LkcoNFJlIjG4kG5ZKhh2re0Qr6bniOF-XhOFy0MeEyYPlwelM7cYysJrSsOXgJK1C5GvXk36Ln1sDI/s2048/414482423_122118441314131673_8086277746617403738_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="1002" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4RjPSVlNE36h7eDcKjgEUyPeYJqR1ibvO0BKZPjIOW7dykMaQnWwkQrn_J8SR8glye7oz-uBw87JJdgV4xN03BhQq3YENM3PdAeCtY5bPqdH68LkcoNFJlIjG4kG5ZKhh2re0Qr6bniOF-XhOFy0MeEyYPlwelM7cYysJrSsOXgJK1C5GvXk36Ln1sDI/w751-h1002/414482423_122118441314131673_8086277746617403738_n.jpg" width="751" /></a></i></div><i><br /></i><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><br /></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">So, now he and The Son are bumping Chests and The Son is provoking his Dad to hit him. I think he just wanted to be hit it seemed, or had a Death Wish or wanted an Assisted Suicide or something, since, his Sister and his Dad are probably the Two most likely people to commit a Homicide? *Huge Eye Roll* </span></i><i><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">Okay, enuf of all that, I got between the Two Men and said before I Lose It, everyone better go to their fucking Corners NOW. Well, nobody wanted me Losing It, since, then, Police would have to be Called and somebody would be getting Arrested for sure. The last thing I wanted was inexperienced Cops showing up when I got Three Crazies peaking, since, they've been known to get Scared and shoot people in those situations they can't Control and have zero experience and Training to handle appropriately. So, they're not Helpful unless you do want somebody Deaded? I did NOT, I didn't even want anything Broken in the Room... or Blood... </span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i></i></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgV1yACi06RSF2eRbXnwUw-X-wCUQuLbMl26B1skWTWS88V4TBDAPsoGXumvcEWdVPkH0o65QQppRjcBuwmezoW2UBTMRre9Zbjp6mebDloVNdwLqpMvrwmdedXRSHvT2qw9RoyOKQUOLZpgs-oRqzwcx6Hiv1ujZXDzDB1Xd-BLFNSYPfVvdwBmDQhPpU/s1459/429913369_421097893625769_4497119415502220355_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1459" data-original-width="961" height="1128" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgV1yACi06RSF2eRbXnwUw-X-wCUQuLbMl26B1skWTWS88V4TBDAPsoGXumvcEWdVPkH0o65QQppRjcBuwmezoW2UBTMRre9Zbjp6mebDloVNdwLqpMvrwmdedXRSHvT2qw9RoyOKQUOLZpgs-oRqzwcx6Hiv1ujZXDzDB1Xd-BLFNSYPfVvdwBmDQhPpU/w744-h1128/429913369_421097893625769_4497119415502220355_n.jpg" width="744" /></a></i></div><i><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></i><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">Right about now a Prison Cell or Psyche Lockdown, assuring me Three Hots and a Cot, was looking like a fucking Vacation to me from Full Time Unpaid Caregiving here at The Asylum and they KNOW that. *Winks* So, IF the Police would have to be called, I Warned all of them I'd be the one being taken away, Trust and Believe! And mebbe I'd choose to never come back, I dunno? Don't threaten me with a good time and BTW, there are no willing Volunteers to take any of yous, so, just remember that Fact. That information settled in and percolated for a Moment with each of them. Everyone apologized to me for their Bad Behavior and I said nobody would have to be Homeless IF they could Live in relative Harmony, but, we weren't having any more of THIS, it was not acceptable or tolerated on any level... understood? Apparently it was. They had a Moment of Clarity and Lucidity, Thank Gawddddd...</span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i></i></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixpId9mbgybitdxj3XXPSowdJORf-1VrIBSmazy6Bo-oUOvs3CgDykmb-IOthLzV52crIc41_EJMaLo4Zg_Cn9BSIu8QG19Jf5-mY8x2LuPg9xQpoh20tE7P2k0eoZHfVdq4q1SdqBxm_DvBOcaMdIhWYkZ_A4F3FJWhSsT66f88NhWYs-WJ9rSoud2Jo/s554/d.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="554" data-original-width="367" height="1124" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixpId9mbgybitdxj3XXPSowdJORf-1VrIBSmazy6Bo-oUOvs3CgDykmb-IOthLzV52crIc41_EJMaLo4Zg_Cn9BSIu8QG19Jf5-mY8x2LuPg9xQpoh20tE7P2k0eoZHfVdq4q1SdqBxm_DvBOcaMdIhWYkZ_A4F3FJWhSsT66f88NhWYs-WJ9rSoud2Jo/w745-h1124/d.jpg" width="745" /></a></i></div><i><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></i><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">So, The Son went and made some Mac N Cheese Yellow Death... The Man went back to his Alaskan Show Reruns and The Daughter and Ayana began talking about their Show on Netflix as if nothing had actually just happened!!! When Princess T came Home from her Date with Rusty, she just said she was Glad she missed all that High Drama... yeah, I Wish I couldda missed it too. *Bwahahaha* Above is Princess T with Timmy, he's getting a little Jealous I think of her having a Boyfriend? He still brings her Home from School, but, they don't spend as much time together now and I think Rusty is the reason? *Ruh Roh, Jealous Gay Male Friend feeling Straight Boyfriend is intrusive in their Relationship me thinks?* She's feeling shut out, but doesn't know how to remedy it? Any Gay Guy Advice would be Helpful... I'm Open to suggestions, since, she's asking me for some, and... I just don't know what to say...</span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i></i></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNYK4b9GCI690ftyxVq2MUqMokc7D6mG1bfCYH9nfydcCyvcBCt0K47QhCQVtLF55rkNAlx0PXo-jl6e-pjbeCIIHReTG1-c4kmJeYMqiHCCu5kudMmHSGCkZOiteVO04gxvK6qFCzwBISegmhi3__XyVW3-GjzipS3nVKrJw_uNmpSsVgoEpCu7JChm4/s1016/342698565_984242692509622_8566370009492152078_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1016" data-original-width="720" height="1050" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNYK4b9GCI690ftyxVq2MUqMokc7D6mG1bfCYH9nfydcCyvcBCt0K47QhCQVtLF55rkNAlx0PXo-jl6e-pjbeCIIHReTG1-c4kmJeYMqiHCCu5kudMmHSGCkZOiteVO04gxvK6qFCzwBISegmhi3__XyVW3-GjzipS3nVKrJw_uNmpSsVgoEpCu7JChm4/w745-h1050/342698565_984242692509622_8566370009492152078_n.jpg" width="745" /></a></i></div><i><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></i><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"> I don't know how Group Homes or Alzheimer/Dementia Units manage their Residents, each Day must be a New Adventure I'm sure?! I could use a Padded Cell devised here to put some of the Family in Time Out when they get Squirrelly. *LOL* </span></i><i><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">Anyway, disaster was diverted once again... Yes, diverted is the Right Word, not averted, since their Crazy just has to be Channeled in a different direction and I just can't turn my Eyes or Thoughts away from any of it for a split second. Though, I'm sure I'm getting Too Old for this Shit. But, where are any of them gonna go if not here? </span></i><i><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"> Exactly... I'd have Two Homeless Seriously Mentally Ill Middle Aged Adults and an Old Man with TBI and Dementia that no facility or institution will take in, so, they'd be sitting on a Park Bench in the Rain and that just won't do. It's like turning away a Stray, you just Feel Bad that you're probably their only Hope. *LOL*</span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i></i></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhwfjalTafCOYzdm2gFh1mv2hdn3f7K07P4U3N4pGayq1EVdRGiBljt81pA6gdIqf_HcnOyWJn67ZkQB1apLdhTL0uz39H-A-n7B-6FWZZXLteOxTCdeBm_7BIsokkYQpgSK8wKipMXu1rVNx8ldl26vTn6g_K3oEldJHyHijaI4S346o0XjL9pZrtZGQ/s2015/363428798_6784632954922889_1091122747945920696_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2015" data-original-width="1504" height="983" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhwfjalTafCOYzdm2gFh1mv2hdn3f7K07P4U3N4pGayq1EVdRGiBljt81pA6gdIqf_HcnOyWJn67ZkQB1apLdhTL0uz39H-A-n7B-6FWZZXLteOxTCdeBm_7BIsokkYQpgSK8wKipMXu1rVNx8ldl26vTn6g_K3oEldJHyHijaI4S346o0XjL9pZrtZGQ/w734-h983/363428798_6784632954922889_1091122747945920696_n.jpg" width="734" /></a></i></div><i><br /></i><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"> I Love them and I'm such a Sucker for Lost Causes, you know? I know each tries to do their best, they can only Work with what they have, and have the capacity for, you know? I'm not 'New', so, I've learned what Works and what doesn't. And we keep getting Calls from Mexico on the Teen Grandkids down there, extended Family don't seem to be Coping that well with finishing the Raising of The G-Kid Force's Younger Sisters... so... there's THAT. I can't get them into this Country and couldn't take on that load of Three more Teen Girls either... The Daughter can't take them on in her Condition and Situation... so, it is what it just is. At least they all send me Happy Looking Social Media Pixs and Selfies... so, it can't be all Bad, Right? Rhetorical Question, no Answer needed. *Eye Roll*</span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i></i></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjow1UZOsCeIRkx4XFscsy6Ld5IjTqaO7zZY8che7NtsaxxRCVFjTBZFHuxOIWnYY4vVCjdhRprmsiJ8gxTxFx4HFV8j1cnatncVv1hCChr4byJtgLRddX6uKZJT6-KowwfNG7coKfpe7bFpTMvleuLcXhYcs9qE5pbZXY9VzanlEF2ywb4TeIuXTvEYzo/s960/415011574_122118684542131673_5291505796742741734_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="977" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjow1UZOsCeIRkx4XFscsy6Ld5IjTqaO7zZY8che7NtsaxxRCVFjTBZFHuxOIWnYY4vVCjdhRprmsiJ8gxTxFx4HFV8j1cnatncVv1hCChr4byJtgLRddX6uKZJT6-KowwfNG7coKfpe7bFpTMvleuLcXhYcs9qE5pbZXY9VzanlEF2ywb4TeIuXTvEYzo/w733-h977/415011574_122118684542131673_5291505796742741734_n.jpg" width="733" /></a></i></div><i><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></i><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">The Granddaughter on the Left in the Pix Above is the most problematic right now of that Trio of Granddaughters, she just turned 15 and that's always a difficult Age IMO. Add to that their recent Traumatic Event and PTSD from their Dad being Shot, Abducted for Months and then Returned by very Bad Actors. It's just a LOT for those Children to Cope with and Behave as if everything is Normal, it isn't. They're each split up and now living with different extended Family that would rather not have to Raise them and Support them, so, I'm sure they're all Acting Out, which is understandable. And, the Oldest is starting College on her Full Scholarship, which, is a huge transition too. Plus, it comes with added expenses we're trying to help out with for all Three Kiddos in Mexico. We do what we can and send what we can. They can't be with their Dad anymore, too unsafe, he's not even assured of his own safety, let alone theirs. Violent Crime in Mexico is off the Chain.</span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i></i></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjonx3ssm-PH2kqK9Rg1_2K5XZKchJFBfBIZt8O1sS2hvYssbDRCRPOqbCPduNqrI9FIVcgPZOQiEj43RitTWzZ6w54Iesj1wk9c6m4ugwQWPt__MtIl855-UJqj0preDElWtjpcgAlc2De3r-zkWDUdnBHnEqzBf5w58DmiwRtE6Ko6mEVSpMXWKfH5Qc/s2015/427964307_7519984511387726_199296782265870483_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2015" data-original-width="1504" height="983" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjonx3ssm-PH2kqK9Rg1_2K5XZKchJFBfBIZt8O1sS2hvYssbDRCRPOqbCPduNqrI9FIVcgPZOQiEj43RitTWzZ6w54Iesj1wk9c6m4ugwQWPt__MtIl855-UJqj0preDElWtjpcgAlc2De3r-zkWDUdnBHnEqzBf5w58DmiwRtE6Ko6mEVSpMXWKfH5Qc/w734-h983/427964307_7519984511387726_199296782265870483_n.jpg" width="734" /></a></i></div><i><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></i><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"> I'm not Judging... Crime and Corruption, plus Scandal, is off the Chain in America now too, let us be Real about that. The Man couldn't Cope with any more Estrogen or Testosterone in this Household, I'm SURE of it. He has always been an Adrenalin Junkie, so sometimes I think he can be the biggest Pot Stirrer around here when he's Bored or needing stimulation. Now that he's Old, has limitations he won't accept, and is deteriorating rapidly on a Mental level, well, most of the time I just separate him from the Crew. His capacity to get along and play well with others has diminished considerably and yet, we're a Three Generation Household so isolating him is the only tactic that Works. And Managing him and all the others simultaneously is a Tall Order. I can Manage any ONE of them effortlessly, I really can, but, combined, it is A LOT, if they're not getting along and playing well with others especially. </span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i></i></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhB4It0lGuyXu5YHXkdP3BkUBc9TYAFenpLvXj0xM1TQHtvfvRXfmZoffs0SskOzzJibDF2OqppJBVM-M7e-m_BTZSSJ7bWWSO9UnSMzv1Q5Ujs6dJyI_6-p4kvI0RQiGnhwmHDtcebKnBxdnDj8i4GNvKGtNHDvWwC1bdBFnn-YjPxtDlCoDKZOWeJtuE/s365/415011574_122118684542131673_5291505796742741734_nd.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="365" data-original-width="279" height="966" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhB4It0lGuyXu5YHXkdP3BkUBc9TYAFenpLvXj0xM1TQHtvfvRXfmZoffs0SskOzzJibDF2OqppJBVM-M7e-m_BTZSSJ7bWWSO9UnSMzv1Q5Ujs6dJyI_6-p4kvI0RQiGnhwmHDtcebKnBxdnDj8i4GNvKGtNHDvWwC1bdBFnn-YjPxtDlCoDKZOWeJtuE/w739-h966/415011574_122118684542131673_5291505796742741734_nd.jpg" width="739" /></a></i></div><i><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></i><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"> I usually keep everyone in their Sanctuary Spaces where they're Calmest. They can't Fight in a Room alone and mostly they all prefer the relative Solitude and Privacy. The Man is most content to be separated and having his Routine in place anyway, he really doesn't want to interact with anyone anymore at all, ever. Sometimes I think he'd rather not interact with me either, but, I'm his Caregiver and manage everything around here, so he has no Choice. *LOL* </span></i><i><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">This is Why I have to replace things I'm giving up with something else pleasurable to keep me Centered and have some Me Time, or I'd go completely Mental myself, pretty sure. If not already there? *Bwahahahaha* There is some debate on whether or not I'm still Sane anyway. *Winks* Plus, Princess T informed me this Morning that Eli The Cat has the Shits, Splendid... at least he makes it to his Litterbox, he's probably under Stress, ya think? I know I am. *Bwahahaha*</span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i></i></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjL4veUNxBemR9k5jDG1ZM7x70-FfREKkzBP7F4d3jOCOqt-YdJtsVrjbAfxzWtTcsHuBBcq_PgOftjoSE1kEh6PH-odBAVuaHcsFL0MSZaRNxLXk7LHuuHIMJfC4IkoCqW92cmj9x9hKRphHBg2hXc9SbO3ZdMib7547axUn_WOTItzXhJe-J4_HxjBNg/s1800/428598125_18414204178030597_7742423249756794747_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1800" data-original-width="1440" height="924" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjL4veUNxBemR9k5jDG1ZM7x70-FfREKkzBP7F4d3jOCOqt-YdJtsVrjbAfxzWtTcsHuBBcq_PgOftjoSE1kEh6PH-odBAVuaHcsFL0MSZaRNxLXk7LHuuHIMJfC4IkoCqW92cmj9x9hKRphHBg2hXc9SbO3ZdMib7547axUn_WOTItzXhJe-J4_HxjBNg/w739-h924/428598125_18414204178030597_7742423249756794747_n.jpg" width="739" /></a></i></div><i><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></i><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"> And talking of Insane... I just saw a Pix of myself Posted on Social Media that someone had taken of me this Month when I didn't realize it! Holy Shit I am a Hot Mess and look absolutely disheveled my Friends, talk about a Bad Hair Day!!! I need some Dreadhead Root Maintenance, they get Wildly Wooly until they Loc Up when you don't!!! {Holy Mother of God... See Above, it's fucking Tragic, but I'm keeping it 100% for my Dear Readers!!! Of all the Days to be covertly Photographed... LOL} Go ahead, set up a Go Fund Me Page if you want to? *Bwahahahaha and Winks* So, I do think the wear and tear of Mi Vida Loca and obvious decline is definitely showing. Mebbe from the Front I looked Better, but, I Doubt it?! It was not a Party in the Back for SURE that day! *Le Sigh*</span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i></i></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifRO2ZhV4j8j2rICATq7_4uINNQYGpCbG3L5eA_RJKlnwpNhSNjgOzSFmhowzM524P8hr_AbegUaZBUNm6IKhQpJqsnzAVzXgQZlEwWuJcdZrnAS9XTsvx5qRAu4QzEaWjeNRMHzysY8UVuE3fHTtLVB0c6b02RuSWEgg-EdJ3OD6QFqSUGl-wWyvczPA/s2048/381223591_6985035194882663_5590684954037412352_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="988" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifRO2ZhV4j8j2rICATq7_4uINNQYGpCbG3L5eA_RJKlnwpNhSNjgOzSFmhowzM524P8hr_AbegUaZBUNm6IKhQpJqsnzAVzXgQZlEwWuJcdZrnAS9XTsvx5qRAu4QzEaWjeNRMHzysY8UVuE3fHTtLVB0c6b02RuSWEgg-EdJ3OD6QFqSUGl-wWyvczPA/w741-h988/381223591_6985035194882663_5590684954037412352_n.jpg" width="741" /></a></i></div><i><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></i><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"> I swear I don't look like that all of the time, but that day I looked positively Crazy and ready for Involuntary Commitment!!! I probably shouldn't have even left the House??! *LMAOROTF* It's probably also why I'm having less and less tolerance for the pettiness of people who can be and decide to be petty. I just don't have it in me anymore to Cope well with their Bullshit and humor them, ignore them or patronize them. *LOL* I'm only doing Okay these days with people who can behave and be civil, kind and cordial. That's all in short supply these days it seems, since, General Public has a lot of absolute Bullshit going on with folks Behavior, have you noticed? I don't know what's happening to unravel Society as it has, but, it shows too and it's not Lovely at all. Not. at. all. So, Beware the Ides of March!!!!!!!</span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i></i></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6BIr7fXfelI3cFvzCh6IZshAbuoqGdpycGk3iOAZoXooDa-GBxPPAEwoBmRulF_Q9U40ZunuO_Uz99ZdRrybSN6UiNp2MRFQt3T80VfdLcYYZNaUTiZ39C4quqzg5KSfBxOkly_lZzkpyaLBLQv5dX3xMBzkdHqMGZ-j3_yt426aRpLSPu_G0BNPLbVg/s460/berger-8-0809-de.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="460" data-original-width="360" height="949" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6BIr7fXfelI3cFvzCh6IZshAbuoqGdpycGk3iOAZoXooDa-GBxPPAEwoBmRulF_Q9U40ZunuO_Uz99ZdRrybSN6UiNp2MRFQt3T80VfdLcYYZNaUTiZ39C4quqzg5KSfBxOkly_lZzkpyaLBLQv5dX3xMBzkdHqMGZ-j3_yt426aRpLSPu_G0BNPLbVg/w742-h949/berger-8-0809-de.jpg" width="742" /></a></i></div><i><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></i><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">*******</span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">Stay Strong and On Track my Friends and try not to Derail... Dawn... The Bohemian</span></i></p>Bohemianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03743017084098726581noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4825579903367960408.post-22500512528476932372024-02-29T19:18:00.000-08:002024-02-29T19:32:58.118-08:00An Extra Day ~ Leap Year<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2VbL1dxcgoDtgCAUzbLWi9gqDDCqMutvl87iZuyIoBFAj7JYd337Dr_qUopepOWAPkKINB25lulHwlsV6h2ZxTuiyFQzglOp7lnlH942DLdVVROGZBMb5dxK4vNO1u73wVeOXHSeHa0pWB5gxnHF-yJuXI8dUePmwW_se-v-13KMy1xdAMCN2lMxIjJQ/s2015/429563006_7588647431188100_7081580551714895083_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2015" data-original-width="1504" height="1004" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2VbL1dxcgoDtgCAUzbLWi9gqDDCqMutvl87iZuyIoBFAj7JYd337Dr_qUopepOWAPkKINB25lulHwlsV6h2ZxTuiyFQzglOp7lnlH942DLdVVROGZBMb5dxK4vNO1u73wVeOXHSeHa0pWB5gxnHF-yJuXI8dUePmwW_se-v-13KMy1xdAMCN2lMxIjJQ/w750-h1004/429563006_7588647431188100_7081580551714895083_n.jpg" width="750" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>Today is your Extra Day and so the once in every Four Year occurrence deserved it's own Blog Post, Right? I don't know anyone Born on this Date, I don't think I ever have in fact. I presume Families just Celebrate their Birthday on March 1st on Non-Leap Years? Anyway, our Mall is having a Special for the day, you earn Frequent Shopper Bucks to use in the Mall regularly and can use them as Credit against any Purchase, this day they'll double your accrued Credit, but, just Today. I've built up Five Bucks so Today it will be worth Ten, I plan to use it. My Friend Cindy will have Fifty to use, so she was trawling for Treasures to consider last Night. *LOL* She used to be The Man's Nurse at the VA before she Retired and her Husband Jeff is a Co-Worker Friend of mine too.</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFXCDp9y-apj9W1KKGnpMfo3E3DhQgjNsXV1x0QB1jgEzVrw9_OgWSEc54d8X_T9WzjUzpv3QGGetlTbes6zzQ6Hy1rKalLqw-rml9fQbIBjtCEZVY19KXJANhIM1M_Qu1j-ghKv8xuoHQa07YH0Vl3qSgz9uECpkWpFINWr0lJYLIv0mVvAkogQCSRYM/s960/429587654_7588394061213437_4600767577684566195_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="990" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFXCDp9y-apj9W1KKGnpMfo3E3DhQgjNsXV1x0QB1jgEzVrw9_OgWSEc54d8X_T9WzjUzpv3QGGetlTbes6zzQ6Hy1rKalLqw-rml9fQbIBjtCEZVY19KXJANhIM1M_Qu1j-ghKv8xuoHQa07YH0Vl3qSgz9uECpkWpFINWr0lJYLIv0mVvAkogQCSRYM/w743-h990/429587654_7588394061213437_4600767577684566195_n.jpg" width="743" /></a></span></div><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: center;"><i>I worked last Night, since at the last Minute I relented and filled in for Jackson when nobody would take the Shift to replace him. I'd filled in for him while he was on his Cruise, but he's missed a lot of Work since he's been back. He hasn't been looking like himself since his return, he's looking frail, so I Hope he's not Unwell? I know the Cruise didn't work out well, they couldn't stop at many of the Destinations due to escalated Crime statistics at many of the Islands the Cruise was supposed to cover. He and his Wife go on a lot of Cruises, several a Year, and cover the experiences on their Book of Faces. I know a lot of folks who go on Cruises regularly, I've never been on one, so I do sometimes have Cruise and Island Envy. *LOL* Bora-Bora is still No. 1 on my Bucket List and Bali is No. 2.</i></div></i><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0Zo3x_auDQ_Gegu8lKHhyphenhyphenFr7KNF7hzrFDjHqupgcsE7djT_8sR1disz4JErIvw0wnJDnSpf6yzTkqeqbgA2f34PjU-RrJhlY21srr5SbYiyzlrL_2-yA_V5drTb8Uo7nNv7COwvav0q9K3_OgjYHq02AgTw7o4dWhZEDipK4s7wHj05_IcavQHiSMJWE/s960/429547014_7588394227880087_5913125525145991147_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="996" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0Zo3x_auDQ_Gegu8lKHhyphenhyphenFr7KNF7hzrFDjHqupgcsE7djT_8sR1disz4JErIvw0wnJDnSpf6yzTkqeqbgA2f34PjU-RrJhlY21srr5SbYiyzlrL_2-yA_V5drTb8Uo7nNv7COwvav0q9K3_OgjYHq02AgTw7o4dWhZEDipK4s7wHj05_IcavQHiSMJWE/w747-h996/429547014_7588394227880087_5913125525145991147_n.jpg" width="747" /></a></span></div><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: center;"><i>I brought in a lot of new Merch to the Showroom before my Shift, mostly Wardrobe, since, that's what's Selling briskly. I try to find Interesting and Vintage Clothing, the Weirder and Wonderful the better. *Smiles* I guess my Customers have the same sense of Humor about Wardrobe or Quirky Aesthetic, and many want to look like Princess T. When I Posted these Pixs of the Motorcycle Leather Vest, my Grandson, The Young Prince hit me up at Daylight to ask me to pull it out of Inventory for him. It's an XL but he doesn't Care, he Loves ALL of the Patches on it and I didn't really even think about him when I put it up For Sale. My Grandkids are part Hispanic, so is The Son, but I knew The Son wouldn't wear this... I shouldda known The Young Prince would be all over it tho'... ALL the Patches being appropriate for him... along with The Look being very "Village People" for a Fabulous Queen like Himself. *LOL* </i></div></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"> </i></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBgLXrbpbwmiA749lASdJIFth4iUXB8DrjJ3Np42sg-coUxbEBVVGlxA_FAkuHbxKxg6QAsAzp4XmSf-cY5TvxAzjpHzY-w2XnWDP8gb8EQR74RY36MN9dVJvdHfM8wGrSlPHYpkQJwy_L1VCnE4tHqYJt99-shsAOlvLftGn9aTgETapqonZNPK2Jmbg/s960/429578659_7588394397880070_2439243903520703755_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="990" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBgLXrbpbwmiA749lASdJIFth4iUXB8DrjJ3Np42sg-coUxbEBVVGlxA_FAkuHbxKxg6QAsAzp4XmSf-cY5TvxAzjpHzY-w2XnWDP8gb8EQR74RY36MN9dVJvdHfM8wGrSlPHYpkQJwy_L1VCnE4tHqYJt99-shsAOlvLftGn9aTgETapqonZNPK2Jmbg/w743-h990/429578659_7588394397880070_2439243903520703755_n.jpg" width="743" /></a></span></div><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: center;"><i>The Young Prince and my Friend Kendra totally dug the Sweatshirt below too... and it was strongly suggested I pull that one out of Inventory STAT and keep it. I think I will, since I had agonized over even Selling it, I wanted it for myself but it's only a size Large. But, I'm losing Weight and girth like crazy, so... will go ahead and pull that one too. I only Hope both haven't Sold by the time I get there? *LOL* That happens sometimes when your Inventory gets some Killer items in it, they Turn fast. The Sweatshirt below is so Politically Incorrect that I ADORED the Art Graphics on it, very Monty Python, which was always a favorite British Comedy of mine. I mean how can you NOT find it hilarious to have a Naked John Lennon on a Hall of Fame Pedestal and Raquel Welch on the Cross in her Superstar Fur Bikini clad Prehistoric 1966 Role under a huge Disco Ball?</i></div></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGR_Vm6ZkdlODpHkYl1t4OXbI4and-8U9rl6xsUtEioZO01FZ0BKldR7a3sOnnQf6Z813gkiShOyqrF781e9c_6_SFeGeU00r9accOtn2LKH6_IYiPwV_UNk94v4eVlweI5XEhtx4vY9QxcxssDhf6xjAvhE3aZPPqhNy8oRWKxh91jR6X3nLy08I9y6Y/s2015/429670180_7587226437996866_3940493937408409502_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2015" data-original-width="1504" height="1003" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGR_Vm6ZkdlODpHkYl1t4OXbI4and-8U9rl6xsUtEioZO01FZ0BKldR7a3sOnnQf6Z813gkiShOyqrF781e9c_6_SFeGeU00r9accOtn2LKH6_IYiPwV_UNk94v4eVlweI5XEhtx4vY9QxcxssDhf6xjAvhE3aZPPqhNy8oRWKxh91jR6X3nLy08I9y6Y/w749-h1003/429670180_7587226437996866_3940493937408409502_n.jpg" width="749" /></a></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>Sometimes the Coolest of Merch never leaves the House before one of the Kiddos snags it for themselves. *LOL* I had a T-Shirt that Princess T snagged before I could Tag it and I just knew it would never make it into Inventory. *Smiles* The Kids 'shop' at my Showroom before it even gets there, so then I have to pull it... I guess I should feel flattered that I have a Good Eye for what their Generations think is worth wearing? *Bwahahaha* Luckily the Leather Motorcycle Vest and the Sweatshirt were still there for me to pull out of Inventory and bring back Home. *Whew* </i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh23osieh1ZV1csa2LA7949NQzYQFYnHczum7l7lnXMLR0AxwlX_NsyDL4ET99GhuJEj3Om8XpdBDRktaJssa6_Q4ADUN17gXSqVUQsAYabK2bLOf8lxoSvpXdxJ26CFILdl0hVl9Mme__Id3C8HdD8dp8c04_CqyIRb3K2k2pbmIz9OCOvYbYVNtxEYaQ/s2015/428684392_7591468267572683_3146324968053196741_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2015" data-original-width="1504" height="1002" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh23osieh1ZV1csa2LA7949NQzYQFYnHczum7l7lnXMLR0AxwlX_NsyDL4ET99GhuJEj3Om8XpdBDRktaJssa6_Q4ADUN17gXSqVUQsAYabK2bLOf8lxoSvpXdxJ26CFILdl0hVl9Mme__Id3C8HdD8dp8c04_CqyIRb3K2k2pbmIz9OCOvYbYVNtxEYaQ/w749-h1002/428684392_7591468267572683_3146324968053196741_n.jpg" width="749" /></a></span></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i> Princess T did let me put all the Anime Tees into Inventory, she just pulled the MJ one that had some hilarious Graphics of an Image of some Busted Kush and some Primo Bud, and under the former it said "Your Girl" and on the latter it said "My Girl". {See abobe} *LMAOROTF* It still has the original retail Tags from SPENCERS and had been a Thirty Dollar Tee. I paid Three Bucks at a Chazza, they had some great Trendy Tees and Vintage Band Tees, many were New Old Stock. Even my Sweatshirt {Below Closeup of it} was Brand New... I'm glad I changed my Mind and decided to Keep it for myself. Until I slim down enuf to wear it, one of the Mannequin Gals will Model it for me to just enjoy the Graphics of it. *Smiles* I'm still losing weight and am almost into the 180's now, whoo hoo!!! I started GOLO at around 225 lbs..</i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKvWoClIahbIj-VgNivWcGi-9XxPJGCG0w5Tv1MZVJs925P1BB4MkWR0cduRJ4MDKHrpr1Ahag_wvUyxmjrMtwjFseuiPp4PFL2AMzeq9VDfISo69LKKj1iTKtd9fx-ExkOvRZpPC5UinIfs6Z39SfS4PiuCFkoUv_L8IhRvCnN_wijU-eG1hn3VhjYT8/s1079/429670180_7587226437996866_3940493937408409502_nd.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1079" data-original-width="732" height="1106" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKvWoClIahbIj-VgNivWcGi-9XxPJGCG0w5Tv1MZVJs925P1BB4MkWR0cduRJ4MDKHrpr1Ahag_wvUyxmjrMtwjFseuiPp4PFL2AMzeq9VDfISo69LKKj1iTKtd9fx-ExkOvRZpPC5UinIfs6Z39SfS4PiuCFkoUv_L8IhRvCnN_wijU-eG1hn3VhjYT8/w750-h1106/429670180_7587226437996866_3940493937408409502_nd.jpg" width="750" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>The Man and I just had a Fun Day for Leap Year Day. I did stop by our Antique Mall to pull those Two pieces of Wardrobe for The Young Prince and I. Plus I used my Ten Dollar Credit to Buy a couple of Silver Mercury Dimes from the 1940's. Image below is to just show what they look like, mine aren't as Old as the Cribbed Image, but all are 90% Silver. I'm not a Coin Collector but I do have some Coins, many I've had since Childhood. The only thing I regret is not buying Gold Krugerrands in the 1970's during my Banking Days when they were Selling them at my Bank back in Da Day. I was Investing, just not in Gold, since, at that point in Time, Gold wasn't worth as much... only about $167 an ounce back then... by 1979 it jumped about 120%... and by December 2023 it hit an all time High of $2,135!!!</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i></i></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyzfSEXBIgoiPLGmwPCh2KIuqTeyy_tSe329QWuFT3I38xUR717w6UHc4zZUCAJQQVA6hWd0sTAz5BUy6gilf65aj0Cl9hSxoE8mxWzixwo65DfzexOeCBvae12bNyq6isF1dfPfa3pTsYvMCSjL9v3GR6rG5TAljEYjM_dZphe1qr7lG1XlbvRpNEb9M/s1500/81RnYbrE0JL.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1500" data-original-width="1500" height="737" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyzfSEXBIgoiPLGmwPCh2KIuqTeyy_tSe329QWuFT3I38xUR717w6UHc4zZUCAJQQVA6hWd0sTAz5BUy6gilf65aj0Cl9hSxoE8mxWzixwo65DfzexOeCBvae12bNyq6isF1dfPfa3pTsYvMCSjL9v3GR6rG5TAljEYjM_dZphe1qr7lG1XlbvRpNEb9M/w737-h737/81RnYbrE0JL.jpg" width="737" /></a></i></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /> </i></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>We did some Environmental Cleanup since the Day got so Glorious and Warm that when I got Home I had to turn the Air Conditioner on for the first time this Year. We did some Chazza Trawling and I found a Big Girl Retail Contemporary Mannequin Torso on a Chrome Stand, she's about a Size 18-20, a very Full Figure Gal that I'll use to Display Shirts/Tops in the New Showroom. We also made a Donation of items out of my Showroom that I wanted to Purge from Inventory and not bring over to the New Spaces in March. I had brought a Banana Box Full of Fresh Merch in for the Weekend and Today's Sale for Leap Year Day. I'd spent all of the rest of last Night pricing it after I got Home from Work. I've got a lot still to price, but I decided to cut myself some slack and just Blog right now. I'll be moving in to my Locked Case in just 3 Days!!!</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtpTR8rHe2kwH-eQLPBZ6wATX-YXge35aQJmwWRlSeXBYG6BObSQCuAtnatKgALyTzdzllFNp5XS7mfWlszejLV63Hehvoo-WcWTsATtNsIMa-JdXU5XoEnmdi-ruQxiyBnUJuq2B2L3W_4dxJTUvZbwEboKFcO-zPmkvZr7S5-NW1e6FqZf_xYjxwiwk/s2015/429575880_7593079940744849_2048215151448160806_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2015" data-original-width="1504" height="992" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtpTR8rHe2kwH-eQLPBZ6wATX-YXge35aQJmwWRlSeXBYG6BObSQCuAtnatKgALyTzdzllFNp5XS7mfWlszejLV63Hehvoo-WcWTsATtNsIMa-JdXU5XoEnmdi-ruQxiyBnUJuq2B2L3W_4dxJTUvZbwEboKFcO-zPmkvZr7S5-NW1e6FqZf_xYjxwiwk/w741-h992/429575880_7593079940744849_2048215151448160806_n.jpg" width="741" /></a></span></div><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Usually start a Post out with Food Porn, but I think this Day I'll end my Post with some. *Winks* This was my Vegan Chicken Tom Kha {Thai Coconut Soup}... Below was the Sweet Sticky Rice with Custard and Coconut Milk... both are Divine!!! We also had Thai Veggie Eggrolls with Sweet & Sour Dipping Sauce {in the Background}. I had to replace Two of my Truck's Tires in the Morning, not planned. My Check Tire Pressure Light had gone on, so I had "Discount Tire" check them all and one I'd had plugged before had another Nail in it from all the damned Construction on all the Roads. Dammit!!! Well, that Tire and another one were worn out and balding, so I knew I'd be having to replace them soon. I'd had to replace One Tire a few Months ago due to running over a Razor Blade, which was Weird, and after Taxes will try to replace the last Tire now so I'll have Four New Ones by end of March.</i></div></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSiUeEX5LfAA0_Ne5VLCvHc_az2rFPOlR20IMzlcHVTmY5MTJujqxihV8LW012OVzwXEH7BieaDvjKwyG11n9JTNKcOPcKt33I0c_PPtYWlBUbkHS2N3HcY2GA2BOsPIT0tZdMxgEwNUQaWtXjLww-oi38PxpyfIlGf2_d0rZDcv9nCCbaw4aZE9OQfa8/s2015/429582978_7593147510738092_723239123547774681_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2015" data-original-width="1504" height="999" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSiUeEX5LfAA0_Ne5VLCvHc_az2rFPOlR20IMzlcHVTmY5MTJujqxihV8LW012OVzwXEH7BieaDvjKwyG11n9JTNKcOPcKt33I0c_PPtYWlBUbkHS2N3HcY2GA2BOsPIT0tZdMxgEwNUQaWtXjLww-oi38PxpyfIlGf2_d0rZDcv9nCCbaw4aZE9OQfa8/w746-h999/429582978_7593147510738092_723239123547774681_n.jpg" width="746" /></a></span></div><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: center;"><i>I'd had to replace Two of the Tires on the Grandson's Vehicle so they could move to New Mexico and get there safely, so, I've spent a lot on Tires in the last few Months. The Tires for my Truck are a lot more expensive than the Tires for The Grandson's Sedan had been tho'. Vehicle Maintenance can be spendy and it's just something you must bite the Bullet and do. I'd had an Oil Change recently too and now my Check Engine Light has also gone on, so Lord knows what Maintenance Issue that is indicating until I go to an Auto Parts Store and have them run the diagnostics to tell me what the Truck is telling me it needs now? I have no idea, could be something minor or something major, you just never know.</i></div></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg67N-_-4GUTuNZTqi-qAauvcsh3QsWCt9DL0sysxCNta1J7EsPffdPPnWgWHoQpUb0bC0ILfmMwdIFkEwIcTVV04HIHihyuJDf8gr_LK5sbkMbnYOAWZ_yB_Hn82vCIGM0NdEtIYYaGy5FQgbzRchf1ctLT0LW_ZFjGMjCXAsB36nnS1MS2aT2ccLJ3vI/s2015/429585902_7593069550745888_4885200076206177398_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2015" data-original-width="1504" height="1000" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg67N-_-4GUTuNZTqi-qAauvcsh3QsWCt9DL0sysxCNta1J7EsPffdPPnWgWHoQpUb0bC0ILfmMwdIFkEwIcTVV04HIHihyuJDf8gr_LK5sbkMbnYOAWZ_yB_Hn82vCIGM0NdEtIYYaGy5FQgbzRchf1ctLT0LW_ZFjGMjCXAsB36nnS1MS2aT2ccLJ3vI/w747-h1000/429585902_7593069550745888_4885200076206177398_n.jpg" width="747" /></a></span></div><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Everything was Fine until we got Home and the Adult Kids got into a confrontation with each other. I don't know what transpired between them, but the Crazy escalated to where The Man got involved and then I had to intercede to diffuse it. I had to ask The Son to just leave since he was the one most Emotionally out of Control, I have no Idea why? He's been under a lot of pressure at Work and it's put him close to the Edge, so I think his Sister tipped him over the Edge, which, she can be prone to doing, due to her own Mental Health Issues. We have Amber's Daughter here, who is 19, while her Mom is at Work, she's visiting from out of State but her Mom doesn't want to leave her alone so we invited her over until Amber gets Home from Work. So, the situation between The Daughter and The Son was unfortunate in front of Company.</i></div></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_s9h1srqcrzu67OaxoOV2Vu7LQSYkepf3r52ZOLjqUlXEjrhXRJAR9n3PgKYLQUuLSxnKQdYn7JH_0JNCLSGMCFBj_CZoEqJCepgSH-Dz2IrctP359vngVb1HKpAxSZ1BCkg6rVGmuRZgikp7Ot04k2aaAIPEqQCZH75Iyo4tr7N-L_yEgJIafsfr1yM/s2015/429568578_7592539354132241_426920353279132612_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2015" data-original-width="1504" height="992" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_s9h1srqcrzu67OaxoOV2Vu7LQSYkepf3r52ZOLjqUlXEjrhXRJAR9n3PgKYLQUuLSxnKQdYn7JH_0JNCLSGMCFBj_CZoEqJCepgSH-Dz2IrctP359vngVb1HKpAxSZ1BCkg6rVGmuRZgikp7Ot04k2aaAIPEqQCZH75Iyo4tr7N-L_yEgJIafsfr1yM/w741-h992/429568578_7592539354132241_426920353279132612_n.jpg" width="741" /></a></span></div><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: center;"><i>I think he was the one Triggered, who knows exactly Why or How, with Mental Illness, sometimes it can be the most trivial of things or even something merely perceived and not actual? Having Two People Square Off who have Serious Mental Illness can get volatile really fast and once they are Grown Size, it's best to just have whoever is most agitated leave and try to Calm Down. Or, be asked to leave permanently if they can't get along and play well with others. You do what you can for them, but you can't BE WELL FOR them. When I sent everyone to their Corners, all Three were able to Calm Down to where things instantly went to a place of Calm. *Whew* It gets harder, The Man has been having Symptoms of "Sundowners", a VA Nurse Friend told me his Symptoms sounded like that... and, they do.</i></div></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"> </i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiz5UQoIQ8hF8gBXn5x21zZ5aoBIPSlfFD_LmuqwHsdupG1ey9SaYUkxQ25osCvvHZhtbWCBiAmPP-3hciTm7ind_wq2fC5Jp31CePu6C7WKTyMJCCYjnA4HqnRR0Zbhj0oueli0SkX9lVqg5QaMdyxjqfW-BJIyYCYOKLLY64WwxminnyPVHfAxs-rZL8/s2015/409082841_7591799537539556_7937317892679711229_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2015" data-original-width="1504" height="988" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiz5UQoIQ8hF8gBXn5x21zZ5aoBIPSlfFD_LmuqwHsdupG1ey9SaYUkxQ25osCvvHZhtbWCBiAmPP-3hciTm7ind_wq2fC5Jp31CePu6C7WKTyMJCCYjnA4HqnRR0Zbhj0oueli0SkX9lVqg5QaMdyxjqfW-BJIyYCYOKLLY64WwxminnyPVHfAxs-rZL8/w738-h988/409082841_7591799537539556_7937317892679711229_n.jpg" width="738" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><i><div style="text-align: center;"><i>So, after Sundown his Mood deteriorates rapidly and he needs a Calm, Dim Lit and more Solitary existence. Having a 3-Generation Household is hard after Sundown for him. When my VA Nurse Friend told me it's best when there are less people and less objects around someone with Sundowners, I said, "Oh, so... you're saying we're Screwed then!?", and we both burst out in inappropriate Laughter Gallow's Humor Style. I don't know if it's a Full Moon Cycle or close to one, sure seems like it by how the Crazies in the Household are acting up. *Le Sigh* Luckily Princess T is out with her Boyfriend so this time she fortunately missing the histrionics between her Mom, Uncle and Grandpa. Holy Mother of God I needed a Striped Shirt and a Whistle, and got between them all before anyone laid Hands on each other.</i></div></i></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiyK9GpuGXOtx-0LLJCBSN7hqIsXICshut79a_rAKy4IClE42qUY8ERNkv4n8BXDfwlA8en09rksINNvBOOANB6v3NRheoyhKfAo1PL9FcMRX2IQ1HaAmTgPIf5-p9xhncog8jJXWd12hTaA1ZRC4TNc6QlTR42frmRrKrug-tslPoh_7bHhwphroYjeo/s2048/429905503_420660257002866_3529827880407160230_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="593" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiyK9GpuGXOtx-0LLJCBSN7hqIsXICshut79a_rAKy4IClE42qUY8ERNkv4n8BXDfwlA8en09rksINNvBOOANB6v3NRheoyhKfAo1PL9FcMRX2IQ1HaAmTgPIf5-p9xhncog8jJXWd12hTaA1ZRC4TNc6QlTR42frmRrKrug-tslPoh_7bHhwphroYjeo/w791-h593/429905503_420660257002866_3529827880407160230_n.jpg" width="791" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><i><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><i>*******</i></div></i></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>Another Day in The Life here at The Asylum... Dawn... The Bohemian</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p>Bohemianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03743017084098726581noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4825579903367960408.post-54765476945997982982024-02-27T18:59:00.000-08:002024-02-27T19:37:39.830-08:00Have Some Wild Imaginings... Go Ahead And Be Uninhibited<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhi5f-I9-5Ug7DjB-uSpYaSJTeAZgEO_TvOmmnVho9HVswFmnAfK34-AjqsoqnKPVC01kRpylpvLV9TsaYoEG9D1BaQzDqUwMfNdPtVIMomprElK6rrX6zZXJePqrskVIF63KLpV42FJU-1n_sVg7PIoQ8MtZdeu4kNAM1DCKt34QmSGsk1EI7cEZUB9-U/s5152/IMG_7889.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5152" data-original-width="3864" height="987" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhi5f-I9-5Ug7DjB-uSpYaSJTeAZgEO_TvOmmnVho9HVswFmnAfK34-AjqsoqnKPVC01kRpylpvLV9TsaYoEG9D1BaQzDqUwMfNdPtVIMomprElK6rrX6zZXJePqrskVIF63KLpV42FJU-1n_sVg7PIoQ8MtZdeu4kNAM1DCKt34QmSGsk1EI7cEZUB9-U/w741-h987/IMG_7889.JPG" width="741" /></a></div><br /><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>Today was a glorious day so I spent almost all Morning and Afternoon working outside on Projects. Princess T was Home Sick again from School, the Weather has brought in airborne shit that has caused her respiratory distress. I still got a lot done, when I make progress like that it overwhelms me less about how much more is yet to get done. The Daughter helped until she accidentally injured my Foot, we were breaking down a folding Table and it was being stubborn. We should have known better than to get heavy handed with it, but, we did and she pushed the Table Top into my Big Toenail that has been partially removed due to Diabetic Issues, it split the fragile Nail in half! Yeah, it hurts as much as you Imagine it would, probably worse!</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivPn4aZeSLMKxdzgQihiXqeREI8jPPfGhbA9xG4Q8pPqhxWY81PhV2RkqvP5HaWUwFYw_XQ2C4idcfscVx-Io1_cAVdRiTuqXy-rLKDc3UpSu07oKKN9ldOFk6XIjM0qbvDrDSYu_U1-RbVI95BpA3Vuz_8KlspF_jVaepRVSGVdJjhEgmjObd_kCn38o/s2015/429474940_7570978302955013_2786386677221793460_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2015" data-original-width="1504" height="990" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivPn4aZeSLMKxdzgQihiXqeREI8jPPfGhbA9xG4Q8pPqhxWY81PhV2RkqvP5HaWUwFYw_XQ2C4idcfscVx-Io1_cAVdRiTuqXy-rLKDc3UpSu07oKKN9ldOFk6XIjM0qbvDrDSYu_U1-RbVI95BpA3Vuz_8KlspF_jVaepRVSGVdJjhEgmjObd_kCn38o/w739-h990/429474940_7570978302955013_2786386677221793460_n.jpg" width="739" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><i><br /></i></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>Ouch, and fuck... it hurt so bad I almost passed out and had to drop down into a squat immediately so I wouldn't. I have a high pain threshold, so I rarely Cry or shed even a Tear if in intense Pain, I just feel dizzy, things spin, then I either have to sit or get down low fast or risk passing out. She felt so bad that she almost Cried FOR me... LOL... which is funny and yet I didn't want her to feel bad, it wasn't intentional, a complete and unfortunate accident. If I distracted myself with Work then it didn't hurt at all and I just bandaged it up. With Diabetic Neuropathy you have numbness and pain anyway in your extremities so I just got used to it and ignore it. Otherwise you'd feel paralyzed to do much except concentrate on Pain... I have no Time for that.</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3ztKmc2j-bNsYi-2-PRixLJOEc0FrriGM8LfNYkTUJPZ1eT3LY1C3HkMEjrMVca1lotjrmBYB_VjP79YulL9WajGZUdEEDB3iAezOL5GWE2nHv-EDYVRCakTaio3B16lKq5SCLTpudO8GAfTKPPIJGwFl4W2BOROqFs4xcXTkQ2V6UdA___SkHqrPntY/s2000/429498322_928940801961941_2282647124650521641_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2000" data-original-width="1488" height="994" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3ztKmc2j-bNsYi-2-PRixLJOEc0FrriGM8LfNYkTUJPZ1eT3LY1C3HkMEjrMVca1lotjrmBYB_VjP79YulL9WajGZUdEEDB3iAezOL5GWE2nHv-EDYVRCakTaio3B16lKq5SCLTpudO8GAfTKPPIJGwFl4W2BOROqFs4xcXTkQ2V6UdA___SkHqrPntY/w739-h994/429498322_928940801961941_2282647124650521641_n.jpg" width="739" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><i><br /></i></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>I keep my Feet closely monitored and so does my Doc, that's all we can do. So, I'll closely monitor the injury but not fixate on it. It sucked that it happened so soon into our combined efforts to get a lot done, dammit! But, a lot got done anyway, so that was Cool. I hadn't expected to be as productive, since lately my Bones and Muscles have ached a lot, which does threaten to make you sedentary. A Body in Motion stays in Motion, so, I stay in Motion. I feel better for doing that and pressing on, Pain actually subsides from my consciousness if I just ignore it. So, now I've done a lot of Work, I don't even feel any more Muscle or Bone Aches and even my Toe isn't bothering me now. *LOL* The Daughter it taking a Nap now, I think I'm done Todaying for Today now too and will relax for the rest of it. *Smiles*</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyWc_amhmJlDQ6RyHOjOKSLvz6QiSr5ab94Nq7ULTQ4Eszvj4fJExfifNdipLD16KYbgbLw8bqdWCyG3NAQY8Hg0Tql3Od1fqW4DakwNi9tzY2qDmZyS0UNrR-IsgeiIxbiai-Xk6LX4cDf1niGdY1KNHCag0OQxVd62ozGL8b6RFjXzVd9HyJRhGL3qQ/s2000/429106590_1752937868562460_2046401519542143105_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2000" data-original-width="1488" height="989" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyWc_amhmJlDQ6RyHOjOKSLvz6QiSr5ab94Nq7ULTQ4Eszvj4fJExfifNdipLD16KYbgbLw8bqdWCyG3NAQY8Hg0Tql3Od1fqW4DakwNi9tzY2qDmZyS0UNrR-IsgeiIxbiai-Xk6LX4cDf1niGdY1KNHCag0OQxVd62ozGL8b6RFjXzVd9HyJRhGL3qQ/w736-h989/429106590_1752937868562460_2046401519542143105_n.jpg" width="736" /></a></span></div><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: center;"><i>The Back Patio is beginning to look the way I want it to and is a lot more functional. Everyone spends a lot of time out there, especially come Spring, so, I want that area and Poolside to be in Order for Spring and Summer, when it's too Hot to be Working on it. The Young Prince said it's unlikely they'll make it here for a while, they still have no Rental and are Motel Living, so, can't come get their Worldly Possessions. There is affordable Housing in the area, just not a lot of it so Rentals are scarce... which makes them being affordable almost a moot point then. Here there's plenty of Rentals, but the majority aren't affordable Housing, so a whole different kind of problem for people needing affordable Shelter. </i></div></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNOAWdqITs6kPBD_2K6G-GIIyic35OoJent0LH8P9CYpGQXut5x0YjVeC153W9WaWMkb-S6rjLyuJTumvk9-jaS6ybAEB_S9TYBo6gJcvGYE4TEadAbVYbLJfXz4CtWdgRXsZFwCd9rntqOF64jYx0P8KbnaY-eyAwHfWGwyXTLNXKQXiqyVyStxNzeo8/s2000/429801462_1155720102084151_188658627732321686_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2000" data-original-width="1488" height="992" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNOAWdqITs6kPBD_2K6G-GIIyic35OoJent0LH8P9CYpGQXut5x0YjVeC153W9WaWMkb-S6rjLyuJTumvk9-jaS6ybAEB_S9TYBo6gJcvGYE4TEadAbVYbLJfXz4CtWdgRXsZFwCd9rntqOF64jYx0P8KbnaY-eyAwHfWGwyXTLNXKQXiqyVyStxNzeo8/w738-h992/429801462_1155720102084151_188658627732321686_n.jpg" width="738" /></a></span></div><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Shelter is becoming problematic for the vast majority of people now, if that problem isn't addressed, where basic Human necessities can't be met, it's gonna become very Politically volatile as an Issue not being handled. In a Country as Rich as ours is, for people to be Homeless or Hungry is inexcusable, and especially if those Working hard can't even afford the basic necessities to even Exist with Dignity and without suffering and hardship. This is Why The Son tells me he doesn't Care about any of our Politics, becoz he's working 70+ Hours at a difficult Job and can't even afford his own place to live anywhere locally. If he didn't live with us, he'd be Homeless again. Even tho' he has a good Job with a better Salary than most Young Adults. Yet, the cost of living here has exceeded his income, especially the cost of basic Shelter. The Daughter doesn't earn enuf to ever afford a place to live other than here.</i></div></i><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkHnxNA4vi2OL_rHH3zqP24wNJgoxeKLDSFoVp4c5jJTdzFwqoYGPzfwUhe3p4WOXRwY8Esdjn3KJr9qFUYLoS4Dj6mwl9QrO8_DSUeappXoccZymevX9UcjAKV9Hb8nlkp4McqOBpsNMIhZ-IhgBBzNi7WBeiNHmlGsu4RnPN8XUvUsxaDsGTCYMZt1A/s5152/IMG_7908.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5152" data-original-width="3864" height="984" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkHnxNA4vi2OL_rHH3zqP24wNJgoxeKLDSFoVp4c5jJTdzFwqoYGPzfwUhe3p4WOXRwY8Esdjn3KJr9qFUYLoS4Dj6mwl9QrO8_DSUeappXoccZymevX9UcjAKV9Hb8nlkp4McqOBpsNMIhZ-IhgBBzNi7WBeiNHmlGsu4RnPN8XUvUsxaDsGTCYMZt1A/w738-h984/IMG_7908.JPG" width="738" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><i><br /></i></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>Princess T does worry about that, since she's struggling to finish her Education, let alone Support herself and gain total Independence. A Special Needs Student just becomes a Special Needs Adult Employee... so... she has a legitimate concern for what her Future might look like? And Society as a Collective does not really Care about the most vulnerable within our Society and those with significant Need or Crisis, those with Disabilities and considerable Health Issues. Everyone is pretty much focused on their own Situations to Care about anyone else's, that's just the Truth. It's not that some don't have Compassion and Kindness in them, they simply are Dealing with their own Issues of Life, whatever they may be? Yet... then there is the Elephant in the Room as to how MOST folks REALLY Feel about the Marginalized among us.</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1iWqNHlKNAXQPlv8AGFo3JlHYoC_DXzbFc03PMmQsN6U5N3j_cTvY543cQncoC8B21Uynb8e4k1MvRcm1hkLgoPTaZteom2IjzSDQgrpW-8Z2KP2_S4TpS_84dDkMIsFPyuZheUGCfl-e1M4Wgdk3QvajcNkiG4Hz_mU8w6DFYgMZXiLVOx4GzDvZnuk/s5152/IMG_7761.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5152" data-original-width="3864" height="989" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1iWqNHlKNAXQPlv8AGFo3JlHYoC_DXzbFc03PMmQsN6U5N3j_cTvY543cQncoC8B21Uynb8e4k1MvRcm1hkLgoPTaZteom2IjzSDQgrpW-8Z2KP2_S4TpS_84dDkMIsFPyuZheUGCfl-e1M4Wgdk3QvajcNkiG4Hz_mU8w6DFYgMZXiLVOx4GzDvZnuk/w742-h989/IMG_7761.JPG" width="742" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><i><br /></i></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>And I'm gonna be quite Controversial here, I'm sure of it, but I'm speaking my Truth here and you can respectfully Agree to Disagree if you want to, I don't really Care. My personal Observation has been that when Joe Public as a Collective looks at say, The Homeless, The Refugee, The Mentally Challenged, The Seriously Disabled, the Elderly and other Vulnerable Adults and Children in Need... they see those demographics thru Eyes of Disdain, Contempt and as a Liability they don't want to have disrupt their own Lives in any way. Becoz if it's NOT THEM, well, they have no Point of Reference and can only Assume so many things about someone else's Situation and Misfortune. So many old tropes and Myths circulate about it all, to be used as handy excuses to vilify those populations, that it works my last Raw Nerve in fact.</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAUv0h0jhRqLZFXgpU_8TAxukG1YbbOMOgPmUnuZMPLsrHBqUAVSG4_kLly_O_Ua3Xfc1g1X1WyyZtLvqauzORAMSWequLLa4dTs1vxYqwexdvUcu6RuKGJadXtKikDAhnY2DFuc_MezXVgKWQDPN6m2DUZlKKd-HX1CkJbYEC9bVp1HttOxa9Jsmjdak/s5152/IMG_7756.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5152" data-original-width="3864" height="991" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAUv0h0jhRqLZFXgpU_8TAxukG1YbbOMOgPmUnuZMPLsrHBqUAVSG4_kLly_O_Ua3Xfc1g1X1WyyZtLvqauzORAMSWequLLa4dTs1vxYqwexdvUcu6RuKGJadXtKikDAhnY2DFuc_MezXVgKWQDPN6m2DUZlKKd-HX1CkJbYEC9bVp1HttOxa9Jsmjdak/w743-h991/IMG_7756.JPG" width="743" /></a></span></div><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: center;"><i>I've personally, in my Lifetime, been once Homeless and/or Hungry, thru no Fault of my own. In fact, each time, I was Working full time, wasn't Substance Abusing, or any of a myriad of reasons one would just Assume EVERY Homeless or Hungry Human ended up in their Situation. And being Homeless and/or Hungry ain't no Fun, lemme tell you, regardless of HOW or WHY you ended up that way. Humanity IN me Respects the Humanity OF you. So, I don't really Care How or Why you ended up in Crisis to the point you can't eat regularly or have basic Shelter, it's no way for any Human Being to live or end up, period. Most Humans wouldn't even want a Domestic Animal to Starve or not have Basic Shelter, they'd typically extend more Humanity towards the Animal... which I would too. Domesticated Animals are no longer Wild, so, they are dependent upon our Care.</i></div></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFuJeaHoyMFkx8Lt97no6K55P-g2-DN97DZEvJ8NYQt3ghodUx3qPerT5NIovAP660RmB2b7sykPfEzEq46W-wHKS9Z87E3h-EFxoo-lOy0BcysGwIl4R2FbJDHsvdOeyBTW8Wrt9mkRO0xO6Y-6nH3X567TiYOGNAxqWZ7wanck12IbEXlfyf4qgBh7s/s5152/IMG_7763.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5152" data-original-width="3864" height="992" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFuJeaHoyMFkx8Lt97no6K55P-g2-DN97DZEvJ8NYQt3ghodUx3qPerT5NIovAP660RmB2b7sykPfEzEq46W-wHKS9Z87E3h-EFxoo-lOy0BcysGwIl4R2FbJDHsvdOeyBTW8Wrt9mkRO0xO6Y-6nH3X567TiYOGNAxqWZ7wanck12IbEXlfyf4qgBh7s/w744-h992/IMG_7763.JPG" width="744" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><i><br /></i></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>Complex Issues do require Complex Solutions tho', I don't have all the Answers and I don't presume to know how to Solve every Social Ill that exists. The Complexity of most terrible Situations, whatever they are, aren't all cut and dried, nor can they be painted with broad brushstrokes. It just bothers me when those who can make a difference don't choose to... or, are intentionally part of the Problem becoz it will Profit them to be. Anyway, our John Deere Tractor Mower Problem might be fixed by Tomorrow. The part finally came in from the Dealership and Rob will be able to install it. He was also able to get John Deere to give us a Discount, since, the previous Owner had bought it from them and he used to Maintain it for the Family that we bought the Property from, so the Dealership was used to him coming in on their behalf. </i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhr_nprAY8qhO9zr8uVhdN_xtNjmXP_blN6hLk9nFlda1XOj8dYCZQ9A42UUTd1a2paoRFh39dvHRKx67UkVgcCTExo-XZJ7mrtuNJJ-suu11YdXXfRuMjEXfttCA43rOJ-n-fSKRW9sKtmeqxmyrSdz6roSkbu971qrve86iXk1V3Z-XPaO-Zj_gKrziA/s5152/IMG_7760.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5152" data-original-width="3864" height="993" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhr_nprAY8qhO9zr8uVhdN_xtNjmXP_blN6hLk9nFlda1XOj8dYCZQ9A42UUTd1a2paoRFh39dvHRKx67UkVgcCTExo-XZJ7mrtuNJJ-suu11YdXXfRuMjEXfttCA43rOJ-n-fSKRW9sKtmeqxmyrSdz6roSkbu971qrve86iXk1V3Z-XPaO-Zj_gKrziA/w745-h993/IMG_7760.JPG" width="745" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><i><br /></i></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>So, he let them assume he was still working for them and their Discount should still be good. *Winks* The Seller had Gifted us the John Deere with the Sale of the Property, which was a very generous and unexpected Gift, and it was a relatively new Mower still under Warranties. Anyway, our Yardwork should resume once it's repaired and maintained. I told Rob just not to mow down any of the African Daisies that have sprung up around the peripheral of the Acreage, they look Pretty and I'm in no hurry to have manicured edges, I'd rather have abundant Yellow and Orange Flowers instead. My African Daisies came up more lush this Season than last Season, they look gorgeous. They are a very resilient Annual. They like well drained Soil and this Climate.</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWnBwBON6jpMqwqGoQjfq-xASTu-HOkMWtEaYrhUVH3hdTt-U3LTZcq9uKk50oz87TlwQljKGib1d03wg60ElCma3VH_PIPo2w811ehnodZA8jfhwkiP2eWssFU-r4EBaCjFrwdn3fR-R-ur0VBUAL7rCc7XMyz62bFbY7RPALC-ASrCSR_biLUSHbVF0/s5152/IMG_3211.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5152" data-original-width="3864" height="990" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWnBwBON6jpMqwqGoQjfq-xASTu-HOkMWtEaYrhUVH3hdTt-U3LTZcq9uKk50oz87TlwQljKGib1d03wg60ElCma3VH_PIPo2w811ehnodZA8jfhwkiP2eWssFU-r4EBaCjFrwdn3fR-R-ur0VBUAL7rCc7XMyz62bFbY7RPALC-ASrCSR_biLUSHbVF0/w743-h990/IMG_3211.JPG" width="743" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><i><br /></i></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>When I had gone in to Work after having attended The Renaissance Festival, I asked Cameron, The Young Co-Worker who saw me there, why he hadn't worn his Steampunk Outfit to it since it was Time Traveler Weekend? He didn't want to get it dusty, as it would require Dry Cleaning, so, he usually only wears it for Halloween Events. Plus, it would have been quite Hot to wear it and he wanted to be comfortable. None of his Friends had worn Costumes. He was amazed he'd run into anyone he knew there, with how large the Crowds were and how random it would be to see anyone you knew among the seas of Humanity there. I was Surprised he acknowledged me once he saw me, I hadn't seen him and he's Young enuf to be a Grandchild. He was excited to see me and let his Friends know we Work together, he was with a large Group of Young People, he's a nice Guy that way, to acknowledge an Old Woman he knows and give me a Shout Out.</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAQL0Phcab8CgByYTQ0H1BZRSJO8ItR0ygwIkisflbrgLXstQ0GH2BDYgUzNebAEePpAOhadcBh27n0O3JB5oDXRw_9gnKmcUMOdXD_mvqZpCKgtM0q2jqcbMLg8j_6XwnJ3r1mBKzgsF1_mb1NcCNdz38Ik8DrbEm07EhnOLY-kYw3N2JGTZ8rSgc3p4/s1383/397407884_18390165496051572_8206609526948985272_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1383" data-original-width="852" height="1209" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAQL0Phcab8CgByYTQ0H1BZRSJO8ItR0ygwIkisflbrgLXstQ0GH2BDYgUzNebAEePpAOhadcBh27n0O3JB5oDXRw_9gnKmcUMOdXD_mvqZpCKgtM0q2jqcbMLg8j_6XwnJ3r1mBKzgsF1_mb1NcCNdz38Ik8DrbEm07EhnOLY-kYw3N2JGTZ8rSgc3p4/w744-h1209/397407884_18390165496051572_8206609526948985272_n.jpg" width="744" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><i><br /></i></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>This is Cameron this past Halloween in his ensemble, Yes, he has great Hair and it's even longer now and he's about 6'6", a big Guy. We have some really Sweet Young People who are Paid Staff at our Antique Mall, I feel rather like a Gramma to them all. Some of the slightly Older ones call me Mom, even tho' they really are the Age of some of my Oldest Grandkids so I wouldn't be Offended if they called me Gramma instead. *Smiles* One of the Young Women calls me Mom becoz Customers kept mistaking Princess T as her Daughter and so it then made sense to just call me Mom and pretend we ARE all related. *LOL* So, Princess T jokingly calls her the Other Mom. And Rachel gives her Motherly advice all the time. *Ha ha ha*</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg35hfrQsCjZcI5QSZrdsJA8j0ed2QV0CqvWwWGKWkjBj6m7uOWWR0DMlko9YmcTrfP_roQ-wVq3PKWaVo5poGus39IEkU-4wRWOQQWggEgn8te1lEc5EnL2-ke5IUKUtlbDKbdI7e3cNWcvn5erJwceRvRqNE-jgf7hhZFF7B5yLtYt2nACKpMhncBZVw/s1609/IMG_3498.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1609" data-original-width="996" height="1202" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg35hfrQsCjZcI5QSZrdsJA8j0ed2QV0CqvWwWGKWkjBj6m7uOWWR0DMlko9YmcTrfP_roQ-wVq3PKWaVo5poGus39IEkU-4wRWOQQWggEgn8te1lEc5EnL2-ke5IUKUtlbDKbdI7e3cNWcvn5erJwceRvRqNE-jgf7hhZFF7B5yLtYt2nACKpMhncBZVw/w744-h1202/IMG_3498.JPG" width="744" /></a></span></div><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: center;"><i>This is the Young Lady at the Renaissance Festival that talked me into getting Dreadlocks Years ago, she's Adorable and was so busy this and last Festival that we couldn't get any candid shots. She has the greatest Smile and her last name is actually Bigsmiles, no kidding!!! My Dreads have now grown as long as hers, which was Surprising since she's had hers much longer than I have and hers were long before I began even getting mine. I can only assume she sometimes trims them? Which, I haven't been very successful at, it's like cutting Rope, so I've only trimmed mine very seldomly, I have Arthritis and cutting thick Rope is painful difficult stuff if you've ever tried to. </i></div></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_g3MoQQUDzOQ1oGp2d1fmBztXjxL5l2KHqBhdWlOXb9Sc4MiV7kLX1QX8UKiukIecbXCMCE7xJtOPsSnPFqRmCunPazh2yJd2kWijesYOVLGg7m6uMOxcaHv5AUVyTSbQkubB8AplXp2GGWXlEnBL3YtsC3v7Y8M54biNSRMF1xerB9jH201vmQKGeBc/s1648/117820910_3482972878422263_4432405276402411720_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1648" data-original-width="1236" height="989" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_g3MoQQUDzOQ1oGp2d1fmBztXjxL5l2KHqBhdWlOXb9Sc4MiV7kLX1QX8UKiukIecbXCMCE7xJtOPsSnPFqRmCunPazh2yJd2kWijesYOVLGg7m6uMOxcaHv5AUVyTSbQkubB8AplXp2GGWXlEnBL3YtsC3v7Y8M54biNSRMF1xerB9jH201vmQKGeBc/w742-h989/117820910_3482972878422263_4432405276402411720_n.jpg" width="742" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><i><br /></i></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i> I don't mind, until and unless they get in the way, I don't really Care how long they get. Sometimes I sit on the longer ones now if I don't throw them over my Shoulder first before sitting down. I wanted to get some more Hair Twists from the Renaissance Festival, but, this Year the price went way up and I couldn't justify paying that much for them. Plus, now I'd have to get the much wider ones to fit over my Dreads. The one I wore in this Pix some Years ago, now doesn't fit over any of them so I haven't been able to wear it anymore... bummer... since, it's Cute and I can't convince The Man to wear it in his Beard. I guess he doesn't wanna look Cute? *LMAO* I can't wear most of my Beads anymore either, the openings are too narrow now, so I've got to look Online now for Beads specifically Designed for thicker Dreadlock wear. I like wearing Ornamentation in them, but as they Mature, it's harder to find any that fits over them.</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAKz114jJplHMlE0zu44BGwWXB-Tq6GbL7A9OkKw2ukm8U9cFUDR8f4yIOoH0ctSkhaxknKVdZ6vvLFS9ryA9dIbuC5AzJRwnJb-zD3wODaaq6Aj-EkFFz1xKezukO7ziiTNfAlm3_awWWnPqYXiyH4V8HuPHP1t2vPEFeQdQhUUDLz4LIYCdC5-zo3M8/s2720/IMG_3497.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2720" data-original-width="1719" height="1177" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAKz114jJplHMlE0zu44BGwWXB-Tq6GbL7A9OkKw2ukm8U9cFUDR8f4yIOoH0ctSkhaxknKVdZ6vvLFS9ryA9dIbuC5AzJRwnJb-zD3wODaaq6Aj-EkFFz1xKezukO7ziiTNfAlm3_awWWnPqYXiyH4V8HuPHP1t2vPEFeQdQhUUDLz4LIYCdC5-zo3M8/w743-h1177/IMG_3497.JPG" width="743" /></a></span></div><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: center;"><i>I don't know how some folks can keep their Micro Dreads over Time? I can't, they just thicken on their own as they grow out and I don't know how to prevent that from Naturally happening? Of coarse I did decide I'd let them just do their own Thing and not try to Control them, so, they just are and it's their Evolution. Being the Control Freak that I am, it's very much a Metamorphosis of me to not try to Control everything and Ease Back on that. Sometimes it's still difficult, but I'm getting better. *Smiles* I discovered that the Renaissance Festival will run 'til the last day of March this Year, so, I may decide to go again next Month. Since, I will be giving up going to the one Event I used to, due to that horrible experience this Month. So, that Frees Up my Schedule to fit something enjoyable in it's place and spend my Money there instead. *Winks*</i></div></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"> </i></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVBhp3wqZP9_bdGBRQhswd4t0oBnGn_Mi967rx5JrON6cNTz3-jQdNXaXw0HADJl1qr1gYBOkiEE01NdC44Rv8TjQVVe6plcc9XT8ZjxMpeY7UnQIgPJaCGlMBB9dIDeZK2I1kLr59EN1DG764O3wntpbL7bOBSP9mGNejoS_JwwTUXlfkgCkDfdHXtWE/s2134/IMG_3490.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2134" data-original-width="1332" height="1189" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVBhp3wqZP9_bdGBRQhswd4t0oBnGn_Mi967rx5JrON6cNTz3-jQdNXaXw0HADJl1qr1gYBOkiEE01NdC44Rv8TjQVVe6plcc9XT8ZjxMpeY7UnQIgPJaCGlMBB9dIDeZK2I1kLr59EN1DG764O3wntpbL7bOBSP9mGNejoS_JwwTUXlfkgCkDfdHXtWE/w743-h1189/IMG_3490.JPG" width="743" /></a></span></div><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: center;"><i>I may even choose to go Solo for some Me Time exclusively, which, usually is what my Events were for. I need a certain amount of Apartness and Togetherness in just the right balance in order to stay balanced and centered myself. I Love my Family Dearly, but sometimes I just need some Time to myself and to go at my own Pace of things and not have to consider anyone else. I'm one of those people who doesn't mind my Solitary Time, I enjoy it as much as being with Family or Friends. I'm often Surprised how many folks loathe Solitary Time and aren't comfortable or content with just spending Time with themselves. You don't have to be an Introvert to cherish Alone Time. I'm very much a compulsive Extrovert, yet, I don't mind being by myself at all.</i></div></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUCXPR33WcNxwSaCWWPZWrTZgnUxoAXFknxT4uc5SOFxRv805U9eRlU19IFnex03Cjx2J6w2XRPlNcs9Lap3hW9AFzfIiLIc60XVQn8Pa0J-dcX6FSL8nfDfI32M1O9HH4Q98vrV4lOfMzmnL4VazvBPXHoCN016whbfUCKkyCjGENnPQ8p1sWhh3H0i4/s3409/IMG_3474.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3409" data-original-width="2033" height="1250" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUCXPR33WcNxwSaCWWPZWrTZgnUxoAXFknxT4uc5SOFxRv805U9eRlU19IFnex03Cjx2J6w2XRPlNcs9Lap3hW9AFzfIiLIc60XVQn8Pa0J-dcX6FSL8nfDfI32M1O9HH4Q98vrV4lOfMzmnL4VazvBPXHoCN016whbfUCKkyCjGENnPQ8p1sWhh3H0i4/w746-h1250/IMG_3474.JPG" width="746" /></a></span></div><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Now, I thought I had some bodacious 'Girls', but this Set makes mine look like they're not even Mature yet. *LOL* Whether the Real Deal or Enhanced, well, finding Wardrobe would be difficult I would think, when your proportions are that bodacious. Very Sweet folks at the Festivals tho', they are so Gracious about being Photographed and you often see the same people Year after Year. I don't know how many of them come every Day or if they're Traveling with the various Festivals that are across the Country? I suspect many of the Vendors do and the Entertainers/Troupes that do all the Entertainment. But the regular folks who just Dress the Parts, I don't know how many are there all the time, part of the time, or just for the Day like the rest of us?</i></div></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlSCKcI8RUlGDBcyANpnrZi4w4XLEANZivzXJlKo1OlFpvGlyXNFphsdPvu17liZBYddEIlxsNSTz9xkPbHd1eTJqAOgdhnCcPsQS5MNk6HzSYASyUVOVXMRWYXjEzhxSvV4mullm20NZ61lLfAJC6YWYJ_F0jpdNxN4Kb-5Q0TqgRxpAqgtAezEHwmsA/s3193/IMG_3458.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3193" data-original-width="1798" height="1328" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlSCKcI8RUlGDBcyANpnrZi4w4XLEANZivzXJlKo1OlFpvGlyXNFphsdPvu17liZBYddEIlxsNSTz9xkPbHd1eTJqAOgdhnCcPsQS5MNk6HzSYASyUVOVXMRWYXjEzhxSvV4mullm20NZ61lLfAJC6YWYJ_F0jpdNxN4Kb-5Q0TqgRxpAqgtAezEHwmsA/w747-h1328/IMG_3458.JPG" width="747" /></a></span></div><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Most make or have someone Custom make their Wardrobes and spent a lot doing so for it to look this authentic. You can Rent Costumes for the Day from the Prop Store there too. And some look so ahhhhmazing and it's my favorite part of attending actually, to see the Costumes and meet the people who are in Costume and really getting Into it. The Young Prince always goes in Costume, and Princess T usually does, but not all of the time, this Year she did. I wouldn't be opposed to going in Costume, but, never have for this, tho' for Halloween and Dia de los Muertos I usually do. I just don't have any Renaissance worthy ensembles and doubt I'll be Investing in any, but, you never know, and each Weekend had a different Theme so you'd have lots of Creativity to choose from. Everything from Pirates to Fairies... you're really only limited by your Imagination. And lets face it, that's Limitless, if you do it Right and Imagine whatever you could, without Inhibitions...</i></div></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6roTgEalHqAoaRmiNQFk_hvYjmCH3tAoX9LYoz44gfY5EAPzYfl25Ya54OIgg7ZPVoL6c5XEw70C7Z-P4LC4GWCFnTir5nrlLfgAC8MJur96HTI8PKQESc9ddeEYpIZS8VbTj2rjUVpa5zCTmaSA-7QV5yvcwmBlk8_xnbWaNZY5RnQz0Tu2zHRLRUys/s3333/IMG_3503.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3333" data-original-width="2273" height="1098" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6roTgEalHqAoaRmiNQFk_hvYjmCH3tAoX9LYoz44gfY5EAPzYfl25Ya54OIgg7ZPVoL6c5XEw70C7Z-P4LC4GWCFnTir5nrlLfgAC8MJur96HTI8PKQESc9ddeEYpIZS8VbTj2rjUVpa5zCTmaSA-7QV5yvcwmBlk8_xnbWaNZY5RnQz0Tu2zHRLRUys/w748-h1098/IMG_3503.JPG" width="748" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><i>*******</i></div></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>Have some Wild Imaginings my Friends... Dawn... The Bohemian</i></span></p><div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></div>Bohemianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03743017084098726581noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4825579903367960408.post-61837177237119133372024-02-26T21:31:00.000-08:002024-02-26T21:33:19.094-08:00Your Mom's Way Cooler Than My Mom<p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXMtowB1hA416a9Io_s50DbLUpQn5PBTRyRzT4vP1Kvwm0p4rSJxehG4DnRFD0hRIsZWLFTvqe63UHeTd6vvCCbfRuZS1P7WSHEq38Ltpa80C_52jbaN-1LA_6nZTApFWHTlom3wgfXpHSy5Wj70u_2KHbqcyxo6kUbuZJvmAwZMFd5R-OkAjuIZfcKys/s5152/IMG_7753.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5152" data-original-width="3864" height="1015" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXMtowB1hA416a9Io_s50DbLUpQn5PBTRyRzT4vP1Kvwm0p4rSJxehG4DnRFD0hRIsZWLFTvqe63UHeTd6vvCCbfRuZS1P7WSHEq38Ltpa80C_52jbaN-1LA_6nZTApFWHTlom3wgfXpHSy5Wj70u_2KHbqcyxo6kUbuZJvmAwZMFd5R-OkAjuIZfcKys/w761-h1015/IMG_7753.JPG" width="761" /></a></div><br /><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>The Son and his Friend were talking to one of the Handsome Musicians at the Renaissance Festival when I walked up with the Girls. The Young Man asked The Son who I was and when The Son said I was their Mom, I got the best compliment. He says, "Your Mom's way Cooler than my Mom!" I had to give him a big ole Hug and tell him I was Adopting him now. *LOL* To which he responded, "YES, now I have a Cool Mom too!" *Bwahaha* I don't know how Uncool his Mom actually is, I just suspect she's more Traditional and Reserved as far as Moms go? She's probably a very Tasteful and Classy Lady? She definitely has Raised a very Talented Son with a great Personality to match his Good Looks, that's for sure. So, Bravo to his Mom, even if she is Uncool and a Square? *Winks* I should have had our pix taken together for a Blog Post, but, I didn't... dammit.</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBgM1NVp9NBs5nVZsEhjVJoeVDK9jP6jeXHN8BJFfSE5Qj3D5GLLsbJNrdCNXWac-jvsEgepncw5vilmpIjea_uWE8ZWGQciVvPJxDCZ_1XavpErh3VkPIw_olEMJgtw3GfmG_OuMzmaLhxkgoB1Z_8lye3HfYNhiVoCGFtk9mZM3c2Dit-TJ-x_xA3MY/s5152/IMG_7746.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5152" data-original-width="3864" height="999" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBgM1NVp9NBs5nVZsEhjVJoeVDK9jP6jeXHN8BJFfSE5Qj3D5GLLsbJNrdCNXWac-jvsEgepncw5vilmpIjea_uWE8ZWGQciVvPJxDCZ_1XavpErh3VkPIw_olEMJgtw3GfmG_OuMzmaLhxkgoB1Z_8lye3HfYNhiVoCGFtk9mZM3c2Dit-TJ-x_xA3MY/w749-h999/IMG_7746.JPG" width="749" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><i><br /></i></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>I did go Beast Mode over the Weekend with my activity level but it felt good. I have told my Blog Friend Shirley that I think perhaps I've been doing too much Nothing lately and it was possibly negatively impacting me? I know my Mood and Physicality felt Off, now that I'm a whirlwind of activity again I feel more like myself, energized and uplifted. I worked Sunday Night's busy Shift just fine and Scored a huge Crystals Specimen I'd been Admiring for Weeks now. I made the Vendor an Offer and was Surprised when they Accepted, so, now it's mine. I wasn't attempting to lowball them so much as I was trying to keep within Budget to have it, so, it was worth a try. It's probably one of the largest Quartz Crystal Specimens I've ever seen in our Mall actually. It's a New Vendor and they have some great Quality Naturalist Specimens For Sale, but price point is hefty. When you have Primo Merch, it can be.</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmuFLLwWK2MP-aGjomHxt9OigD_UFwgTRq9DTpvBGjrO-lVd94SClvwV1jMSEee5InsdadiBPQzX8nmXP44QpFS0xWEwWEtT5BFcqMSJRErtXwWybh0aqYXOWSaNTCpD17GKbhUFfcJWaolr880VXV2wlJqGwSOmvsI5lLqWXhJltq2Fcux2ttamGSwdU/s5152/IMG_7747.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5152" data-original-width="3864" height="983" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmuFLLwWK2MP-aGjomHxt9OigD_UFwgTRq9DTpvBGjrO-lVd94SClvwV1jMSEee5InsdadiBPQzX8nmXP44QpFS0xWEwWEtT5BFcqMSJRErtXwWybh0aqYXOWSaNTCpD17GKbhUFfcJWaolr880VXV2wlJqGwSOmvsI5lLqWXhJltq2Fcux2ttamGSwdU/w737-h983/IMG_7747.JPG" width="737" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>The problem being, Primo Merch that has the Value isn't something the demographic of this area buys that often, if at all, so, most of those Vendors don't do well. It's not a matter of their Merchandise, just that this is more a Working Class area than an Affluent one that has a lot of discretionary income to buy Luxury items often. We don't get a lot of the Fancy Ladies coming into our Mall that change up their entire Decor and Wardrobe every couple of Months and come in with their Stylists in tow, just sayin'. There's sections of the City they Shop tho' and you'd have to choose those Locations to set up Shop to cater to that demographic. You have to know your Audience. Anyway, I suspect that the Vendor I bought the fab Specimen from won't do well with the Merch and Price Point they have at our Location, which is a shame. So, I really wanted to get that Crystal while they are solvent. *LOL*</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4mTpchCGTDzmVI-wqTPp3X8hnXfJFJ-ubsLUmlpSp8LAu92IypxNK8xJQnHtQ1WXvaMnFMUGScsTFUA9BOvIt6v71oDALpyYKVnDsS43CYrpxMQ59WdxtNFi0MfB1s-vZN8SLeW2WZdvugh-wdnDAfAQId2Xhx4bMrK0sra3NjiRNccJxSismrGovXuA/s5152/IMG_7752.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5152" data-original-width="3864" height="981" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4mTpchCGTDzmVI-wqTPp3X8hnXfJFJ-ubsLUmlpSp8LAu92IypxNK8xJQnHtQ1WXvaMnFMUGScsTFUA9BOvIt6v71oDALpyYKVnDsS43CYrpxMQ59WdxtNFi0MfB1s-vZN8SLeW2WZdvugh-wdnDAfAQId2Xhx4bMrK0sra3NjiRNccJxSismrGovXuA/w736-h981/IMG_7752.JPG" width="736" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><i><br /></i></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>I'm having trouble with the Internet this Morning, so I can't be as Anal as usual about Editing my Post, since, the buffering and problems opening apps and loading would work my last Nerve. *LOL* Yet, my OCD kicks in and then I'm swapping Images anyway and tolerating the added hassle of doing it... working my last Raw Nerve when I don't really HAVE to... so, whaddya gonna do? *Le Sigh* Any of you with OCD will understand that struggle and what you Wrestle with constantly that will bug you more if you don't. The intrusive thoughts about my Lead Image not being the Right One, just overwhelmed me... and so now I fixed it, I feel ever so much better... not that it REALLY mattered to Dear Readers which Pix led the Post. *Winks* It added about 10 unnecessary Minutes to the Creation Process, but... now I'm Happy and not Bugging Out over it anymore. *Bwahaha*</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDvzMKVaevSsPFGqlhPznxbJjjmR1c3LnfSmdlf4kPhige2Z6oRpuvUZ6tZAD2BQmcJV6ql3go9VYu_2MsHgcYkmGzwA-POOefO4r7teFiapZ-TutL2an0sOaFrM0rxhsicx1I0S-xtwPKiCp8x_vosz_c1W1TS8oO4Nou85KifmJOAKJ3v0jhC1fRC3E/s2015/427786573_7519972298055614_4372323497091661742_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2015" data-original-width="1504" height="989" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDvzMKVaevSsPFGqlhPznxbJjjmR1c3LnfSmdlf4kPhige2Z6oRpuvUZ6tZAD2BQmcJV6ql3go9VYu_2MsHgcYkmGzwA-POOefO4r7teFiapZ-TutL2an0sOaFrM0rxhsicx1I0S-xtwPKiCp8x_vosz_c1W1TS8oO4Nou85KifmJOAKJ3v0jhC1fRC3E/w739-h989/427786573_7519972298055614_4372323497091661742_n.jpg" width="739" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><i><br /></i></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>I spent a ridiculous amount of wasted time seeking an Image I took of that Crystal in the Case of that Vendor. Then after I finally gave up wasting that much time, there it was {above} hiding in plain sight in a folder I already had Open but hadn't bothered to glance at the Thumbnails of... go figure! *LOL* The Crystal is much larger and clearer than it is in this Image, so, I'll Photograph it again now it's mine and I can position it for Photography any which way that I want... which is Helpful. The problem being, the Crystals are so Clear that anything behind them makes them look Cloudier than they actually are. So, just take my Word for it that they're Crystal Clear with few inclusions and huge, takes Two Hands to hold it.</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaIL-AneKt8khI6HgT3ndtYMrtssvdCCXROinEdp-8nmElNK_ocwsqym_IOOz5oHfQy_Pjn-by1D_6DBeQV6yxy3Hc1eJKWPk8YPemRPBlN-kWFIl3slOCbydl7Ep4eVvcTt7y4Ro5Ic_YFa3Km76sC8lvxCv-RKAOD_B5IRp5zNAFfh7NEfO4IjwIKIY/s2015/408950138_7578698775516299_1176600505006322336_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2015" data-original-width="1504" height="992" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaIL-AneKt8khI6HgT3ndtYMrtssvdCCXROinEdp-8nmElNK_ocwsqym_IOOz5oHfQy_Pjn-by1D_6DBeQV6yxy3Hc1eJKWPk8YPemRPBlN-kWFIl3slOCbydl7Ep4eVvcTt7y4Ro5Ic_YFa3Km76sC8lvxCv-RKAOD_B5IRp5zNAFfh7NEfO4IjwIKIY/w741-h992/408950138_7578698775516299_1176600505006322336_n.jpg" width="741" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><i><br /></i></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>Wish I could get a Pix to do it Justice, but, I've tried several times and this is the best I can capture it thru the Eye of my Lens. Getting at a deep Discount I couldn't NOT get it now. I'd thrown an Offer against the Wall to see if it would stick, and... it did. *Whew* This Morning I'm trying to get Jump Started, but the Weather looks iffy, I think a big Storm Front is now moving in and it'll get inclement fast? So, I won't be Working The RV Garage Mahal or out on the Back Patio in Bad Weather. Rob is still trying to get the John Deere repaired, I gave him Sixty Bucks for parts and he's swapping them out. He's rather OCD about what he does, unlike his younger Brother TJ, who is more inclined to Jury Rig things quickly, get them to work, but not be Conventional about the Process. *LOL* So, I'm just letting Rob do his Thing. There's nothing so far these Brothers couldn't fix, so... </i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMina7zrWbx54kOx8hbv3q32WJz9G0Asy_ZsEdBygieBkSVyehjhegdweOleIapMHZP-HkHp8gLmgkriZbmFjs_N_afTzoYYceFHgtpHL0BsHOzaWSJENZXoHwSu2mv4PjECmP2AXwDxo-BHZPxW49s1Tu7kembqbbe4nr6PUWLHHdBGGoB7igAxmZzX0/s960/429483111_7579791108740399_3428770069593850563_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="978" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMina7zrWbx54kOx8hbv3q32WJz9G0Asy_ZsEdBygieBkSVyehjhegdweOleIapMHZP-HkHp8gLmgkriZbmFjs_N_afTzoYYceFHgtpHL0BsHOzaWSJENZXoHwSu2mv4PjECmP2AXwDxo-BHZPxW49s1Tu7kembqbbe4nr6PUWLHHdBGGoB7igAxmZzX0/w733-h978/429483111_7579791108740399_3428770069593850563_n.jpg" width="733" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><i><br /></i></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>I'm sure those Killer Bees got into everything when they Killed that Tractor Mower and so it's not your usual Repair Job. They are some efficient little Fuckers when they want something Deaded!!! *LOL* Our Pasture looks quite lush and when we Irrigated earlier than usual, flocks of Wild Ducks were floating in everyone's Acreage and hanging out for Days. *Bwahahaha* I shouldda taken some Pixs of that too, but, I didn't. At the Antique Mall, what I had marked down recently was moving fast, yay, that was the tactic, to Purge the current Showroom of most things I don't want to bring over to the New one. I'm pretty sure most of it is being bought by other Vendors, they have no saturation point so I will Sell to them all day long. I want Fresh Merch brought in to the New Showroom, so if they want my stale Merch, I'll leave Margins for them all day long. *Winks*</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivtSJUsEW8PMR-qfPeA-VZmwc35Doyq6igj4JHCZJh1LgYeRm40GdeypPaMhZdzLVLFlNDmnGz3eau2JLJz1Hm5dQD0f7oiBg4N0QQoO1Cz3ygkc8vyQ1Sl7hGWMKRpIg5M2fQepJhqNfEJteBWyvLRb3X3gJ1UFMwqRazWwOj7iQQ-_q_atfttUFJ5rU/s2015/429474331_7579788972073946_2342388213056882893_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2015" data-original-width="1504" height="973" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivtSJUsEW8PMR-qfPeA-VZmwc35Doyq6igj4JHCZJh1LgYeRm40GdeypPaMhZdzLVLFlNDmnGz3eau2JLJz1Hm5dQD0f7oiBg4N0QQoO1Cz3ygkc8vyQ1Sl7hGWMKRpIg5M2fQepJhqNfEJteBWyvLRb3X3gJ1UFMwqRazWwOj7iQQ-_q_atfttUFJ5rU/w727-h973/429474331_7579788972073946_2342388213056882893_n.jpg" width="727" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><i><br /></i></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>Anyway, Rob still doesn't have the John Deere running and I'm not putting any more Money into it right now, I got to get Taxes done in a couple Weeks. Every since 45's Presidency we've owed, we used to get refunds, go figure... yet that Rat Bastard has probably never paid his Taxes ever in his Life. So, if the Acreage stays lush, I don't really care right now, it's not a high priority to me. It ended up not Storming, so it just remained pleasantly overcast and a cool enuf temperature to go do Environmental Cleanup, so, that's what The Man and I did most of the day. Then we had a meal at "Red Lobster", they have a Lunch Special that was really excellent. I love their Salads and Biscuits, their Roasted Brussel Sprouts are Divine... and I had Lobster. The Man had Shrimp Scampi & Clam Chowder. They also have new Mocktails that are really good Virgin Drinks.</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPAEWeP8Mvhb2qdcw-O2R301ndoKn7ATf0jgcbwt38Ych_LXKA2_dyphk29snATiBdZV8kmerq1qW-zn_TyJqdRp5g0pwdcAGIWcpWeVE0o3Qgmxk9T4houCxP_hA75-K17sVXciNiSPvAvGEVuwy5PebdfixMNNzHmjdYho9hkWP6x00LZkqMswKW8vs/s960/429474273_7579791312073712_8302612016021161007_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="967" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPAEWeP8Mvhb2qdcw-O2R301ndoKn7ATf0jgcbwt38Ych_LXKA2_dyphk29snATiBdZV8kmerq1qW-zn_TyJqdRp5g0pwdcAGIWcpWeVE0o3Qgmxk9T4houCxP_hA75-K17sVXciNiSPvAvGEVuwy5PebdfixMNNzHmjdYho9hkWP6x00LZkqMswKW8vs/w725-h967/429474273_7579791312073712_8302612016021161007_n.jpg" width="725" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><i><br /></i></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>Actually, what The Man and I did was place our Orders and then swap stuff with each other. He wanted the Endless Soup, Salad, Biscuits, but doesn't eat Salad and I love them, so he gave me all the Salad. I ordered the Lobster & Shrimp Scampi, not a Fan of Shrimp done that way but it was the Lobster Lunch Special with no substitutions, The Man ate my Shrimp Scampi with his Soup. Our Waiter gave us extra Biscuits to take Home. I was full enuf on my Roasted Brussel Sprouts, Lobster and Two of the endless Salads, with a couple Biscuits. I'm still eating less and feeling satiated with the GOLO Method, so, still doing well on it, tho' I haven't really been fanatical about the Scale watching, I don't obsess about the Number so much as I want to feel Well and look Well, which I am and Weight is clearly coming off easily and effortlessly. </i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i> </i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTzzaD8eTQGf-hHAUhXIyAgMGKoxtx0iKhQG7Oo9voPYTYhoucLUNTFp-5SrmNod17HiQC3B0ie0AJeh-5oBEoZYsWM6lQ92yQ_JyPk6JbDMWScLJhDNAAdSHAlkKQq9LnMRw9DCFiBbci_WrvAfyVjj4jqttItheoWxyrBIk-F0oiVd30TyPI_OptfvE/s960/429469579_7579790805407096_8747984251572419747_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="968" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTzzaD8eTQGf-hHAUhXIyAgMGKoxtx0iKhQG7Oo9voPYTYhoucLUNTFp-5SrmNod17HiQC3B0ie0AJeh-5oBEoZYsWM6lQ92yQ_JyPk6JbDMWScLJhDNAAdSHAlkKQq9LnMRw9DCFiBbci_WrvAfyVjj4jqttItheoWxyrBIk-F0oiVd30TyPI_OptfvE/w726-h968/429469579_7579790805407096_8747984251572419747_n.jpg" width="726" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><i><br /></i></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>I did organize all my Tax Paperwork, it looks like the Feds might have finally gotten everything to us in time, but our Bank and Mortgage Company didn't... so both are having to allegedly re-send what I'll need to file for my Taxes. *Le Sigh* The Bank is annoying since now they only have Bots and you can't get a Human by Phone at all, so, I'll have to go in to get another 1099-DIV Statement from them, we never got one and I'll need it to substantiate Dividend Income. At least with the Mortgage Company the Bot finally put me thru to a Human when I dropped the F-Bomb on 'her' Bot Recorded Voice. *LMAOROTF* Seems once you say Fuck, the Bot knows you've about had about enuf of her being unable to help or understand you. *Winks* </i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKrBKZHaaQOn17uDrmrDTr4zUW-GZJKk5ryNtnx-rN7lAtJ8ZqmGfc95RC3qLG5BtFFDrXLQHOxctbmiOZyU8VPcth8osuvwmHwP6zpbFfS2TIQ3WKqR8QFQtEcFzKb0i40bl0eU4K6m5qGGKPwGueIoUPuDk1n8y14rOKLVX2hOAgA16pY8UMg59SRLA/s1433/s-l1600%20(1).jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1433" data-original-width="1088" height="952" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKrBKZHaaQOn17uDrmrDTr4zUW-GZJKk5ryNtnx-rN7lAtJ8ZqmGfc95RC3qLG5BtFFDrXLQHOxctbmiOZyU8VPcth8osuvwmHwP6zpbFfS2TIQ3WKqR8QFQtEcFzKb0i40bl0eU4K6m5qGGKPwGueIoUPuDk1n8y14rOKLVX2hOAgA16pY8UMg59SRLA/w723-h952/s-l1600%20(1).jpg" width="723" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><i><br /></i></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i> The Bank Bot didn't Care how much profanity you used, since, I pretty much used my entire vocabulary of it on 'her'. I might as well have been talking Swahili for how often 'she' claimed not to understand my request for a Dividend 1099-DIV Statement. *Eye Roll* The Deadline for them to get one to you had been January 31st, that's how not up to the Job they've been this Year, it's almost the end of February already! Most of these Companies no longer want to use Paper it seems, too bad, I want hard copies of it all, not something Saved in some fucking Cloud in the Ether. A lot of the Electronic shit last Tax Season wasn't even working properly, so it became an Ordeal to even Pay them what you owed Electronically. </i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrKSTxwn0UT4HT7IyKaSE3kyZAKAOEukz5VNPrpeOzaAtBnlyP6gMn8kkQ3iANhrzsHteUy-QW31BxQt5cYhQjnOf5S2Xmty3VDCFzic4f6ya1BQqMNr83X8AXWIKtYbykyOuMZ7bZwOnlpAeN4TeitU6T_zIRAsOz-v-hkc10PBLZdVFPts3ckdiTI2w/s1407/s-l1600.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1407" data-original-width="1062" height="954" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrKSTxwn0UT4HT7IyKaSE3kyZAKAOEukz5VNPrpeOzaAtBnlyP6gMn8kkQ3iANhrzsHteUy-QW31BxQt5cYhQjnOf5S2Xmty3VDCFzic4f6ya1BQqMNr83X8AXWIKtYbykyOuMZ7bZwOnlpAeN4TeitU6T_zIRAsOz-v-hkc10PBLZdVFPts3ckdiTI2w/w721-h954/s-l1600.jpg" width="721" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><i><br /></i></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i> We got confirmation numbers at our CPA's Office that payment went thru and then the Feds claimed not to have received it! WTF?! So, I was nervous we'd be paying them double/twice due to THEIR incompetence? Anyway, enuf about Government Incompetence, we all know how rampant it is, so whining about it does no good. So... Moving On... Environmental Cleanup went really well, we recovered a lot of Aluminum out of the Nature Preserve and Parks that Environmentally Unconscious always leave behind. I don't understand what's so hard about taking something out Empty that you had no trouble bringing in Full, you know? The Environmentally Unconscious of Society really irritate me and take our Planet for Granted and don't Respect Nature at all. They seem to be in the Majority too, only a select Minority seem to give a shit about the Planet, Nature or Climate Change and such.</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjm3YCGPwVpK86eCGKCQymIQOH8twewute_Fedxhq98EELWNN75DxRU7kFEVCkPbdhLToR5WeQoFwsasJrPgk0FTMuG2hpG8NG0AHmVOqqIpfKOEbd6zu7BAONKNizxaKokd21Vq207YAYmpov3Vih3Xo28lsAcI93XtCrniCb2cpSYC7fTeEZhI5hMQPA/s5152/IMG_7831.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5152" data-original-width="3864" height="956" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjm3YCGPwVpK86eCGKCQymIQOH8twewute_Fedxhq98EELWNN75DxRU7kFEVCkPbdhLToR5WeQoFwsasJrPgk0FTMuG2hpG8NG0AHmVOqqIpfKOEbd6zu7BAONKNizxaKokd21Vq207YAYmpov3Vih3Xo28lsAcI93XtCrniCb2cpSYC7fTeEZhI5hMQPA/w717-h956/IMG_7831.JPG" width="717" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><i><br /></i></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>Yeah, I've been a Tree Hugger and Environmentally Conscious since I can remember, since, it's how I was Raised to BE. We do sometimes get Thanked by random folks and this day was no exception. Some very Young Teen Guys sincerely went out of their way and Thanked us for what we were doing. I'm Hopeful their Generation may make and BE the difference and promote Change that will at least slow down what's going Sideways already? I don't envy the Generations coming up behind us for all the damage control they're gonna now hafta run on every level of how things now are. Every time I turn on the News lately, it's even more grim than before with unprecedented unraveling of just about everything we should hold Sacred and Protect.</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7D3AvTBLb4yo3rXEoefOFkIbo2iWZeMK3CcgDQpncYJYW3OqPZj4EXRXuWDyIRZnW61LjwdyYg-nku1y-kZ7hlWyuASMa_clg4ioqaJ5PzHvf8xyjgcDxaP4K6l93Mh1RIrItghhvPmzraZMea0U_13EbTdnXEeWH9aswEpV_2x5dGeezZP_msuJ4V0k/s5152/IMG_7860.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5152" data-original-width="3864" height="953" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7D3AvTBLb4yo3rXEoefOFkIbo2iWZeMK3CcgDQpncYJYW3OqPZj4EXRXuWDyIRZnW61LjwdyYg-nku1y-kZ7hlWyuASMa_clg4ioqaJ5PzHvf8xyjgcDxaP4K6l93Mh1RIrItghhvPmzraZMea0U_13EbTdnXEeWH9aswEpV_2x5dGeezZP_msuJ4V0k/w715-h953/IMG_7860.JPG" width="715" /></a></span></div><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: center;"><i>The News this day was saying that Ole' Elon Musk is Fan Boying Putin big time, no big Surprise there really IMO. I always felt that Boy's actual Business acumen was as Suspect as 45's and probably someone nefarious has been Bankrolling him for their own Purposes and making it look like he was a Wonder Boy. Just my own little Conspiracy Theory there, since Ole' Elon seems to run shit into the ground pretty good, so, either he was a One Hit Wonder Boy on something that just happened to make him obscenely Rich and then became a Legend in his own Mind and thinking Lightening would strike twice... or... he's in someone really Powerful's Pocket who does have unlimited Resources? Humnnnn, let us just think now about whose Praises he's Singing and Devoted to or unwilling to be Critical of... just sayin'... sounds familiar, very familiar. Anyway, never been impressed with Elon at all.</i></div></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"> </i></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgOEtlW5Yen3-_snL0tUGTGenIG4gFCF8FmtLb0bSCy8Vnycj-5n4efYXWBJAouQ1GPw_PHkizVkJsmy7piSGnsKfVuhrkvuU7IY3zZcTh7pk5REG9UtSBx75JfUcFaDz3tiXIy8x4BoFMSelJMKOTeKPOutNexfYGw9O0uZW09GRIky4Fhx3CW3A5mV0/s5152/IMG_7861.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5152" data-original-width="3864" height="954" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgOEtlW5Yen3-_snL0tUGTGenIG4gFCF8FmtLb0bSCy8Vnycj-5n4efYXWBJAouQ1GPw_PHkizVkJsmy7piSGnsKfVuhrkvuU7IY3zZcTh7pk5REG9UtSBx75JfUcFaDz3tiXIy8x4BoFMSelJMKOTeKPOutNexfYGw9O0uZW09GRIky4Fhx3CW3A5mV0/w716-h954/IMG_7861.JPG" width="716" /></a></span></div><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: center;"><i>When he Sold Zip2 to Compaq in late 1990's, it was a then declining Computer Manufacturing Giant... but he did get over $300 Million. And his Wealth is mainly dependent on Tesla Shares and he's leveraged his large Shares and Solicited Investors, rather than relying on liquid sums. He did get into the Dot.com boom at just the right strategic time, even tho' it eventually crashed. It's a reappearing Investment Opportunity with AI now, so, many will procure Wealth from that, good, bad or indifferent about what it will morph into that is Pro or Con. Anyway, I just always thought Ole' Elon has some hefty Skeletons in his Closet that have contributed to his Wealth, just a hunch. He's an arrogant controversial Character to his Core, no telling who he's in Bed with? Usually such things come to Light eventually. His Fan Boying of Putin is in a Word... Interesting... to say the least.</i></div></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMV78SL7kecKaC17djY1hwa2YIyJv0KWPZamq5zBzV9OeektDyTJUeaV7gQNTSAREKRmZODQjc41HXPKF-mkOXm78gNNTncenUFNFqnU-Z9nMsCgvzF-mWJp1DmLNePlMRLHSiWcjaP9tf83rnCIK7d_xKBB08Hd5PE5UkmjZHVtg_9wGMP9HnVzCSI-Y/s5152/IMG_7859.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5152" data-original-width="3864" height="956" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMV78SL7kecKaC17djY1hwa2YIyJv0KWPZamq5zBzV9OeektDyTJUeaV7gQNTSAREKRmZODQjc41HXPKF-mkOXm78gNNTncenUFNFqnU-Z9nMsCgvzF-mWJp1DmLNePlMRLHSiWcjaP9tf83rnCIK7d_xKBB08Hd5PE5UkmjZHVtg_9wGMP9HnVzCSI-Y/w717-h956/IMG_7859.JPG" width="717" /></a></span></div><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Ah, but we're all Mad here in America these days and have fallen so deep down the fucking Rabbit Hole, haven't we, as a Nation and rather a Collective? Curiouser and Curiouser. Just when you think things couldn't be more outrageous, well, then they are... it's a very Alice In Wonderland kinda place these days, quite Surreal and Nonsensical. I do get frustrated with people who aren't paying attention or simply don't seem to have a Care in the World. As if nothing is unraveling or they're quite alright with everything unraveling. Especially with those that Support the demise in some demented ways that have less to do with Logic and more to do with their Emotions, which can be so easily manipulated and weaponized. My own Mantra right now is best incapsulated in the Patch Below:</i></div></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEga_fOccrd78MjV5imP4EoMvgNfLiy8ZVo4EHKCtAD0xgDH9DANc2LJm8IGgEHU826lUNILbdpAekd5b_AwFy5km2Zu_vgcMZDELnK_Ygm1PJGlEw3EbFr9bwubj67sS5eaiwcsFdUVgnwtq-j8r5-22oCohrpDjh_2KxDfv6kqphX6V_-VS-QLpCkbJNg/s5152/IMG_7858.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5152" data-original-width="3864" height="955" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEga_fOccrd78MjV5imP4EoMvgNfLiy8ZVo4EHKCtAD0xgDH9DANc2LJm8IGgEHU826lUNILbdpAekd5b_AwFy5km2Zu_vgcMZDELnK_Ygm1PJGlEw3EbFr9bwubj67sS5eaiwcsFdUVgnwtq-j8r5-22oCohrpDjh_2KxDfv6kqphX6V_-VS-QLpCkbJNg/w716-h955/IMG_7858.JPG" width="716" /></a></span></div><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Anyway... Yes, I feel quite Jaded now and my usual Incurable Optimism is a lot more Guarded than it ever has been. I distract myself with just daily dealings of Life, since, that's a full enuf load right now to carry without baggage that I don't really have to pick up and carry right now. We had a most enjoyable Weekend with Family and had a Big Time, so, it's not all doom and gloom or perpetual Crisis. *Whew* Sales have been a lot stronger lately in the Showroom, which, I Hope that carries thru 'til Spring and the big Transition to the new Spaces I'll be getting in Spring. I am still very excited to get a Fresh Start and will have the slower Months of Summer to tweak it all and manifest the Vision I have for it. Summer is usually when Sales slump, tho', I've had some very Strong Summer Sales some Years, so, you just never know.</i></div></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmXp-6SMp3Ea-B78fbtLvgE08FU1lRGCfnMWhJ8wH4qnfdAcbO7N9HL9cw98AK645Anqa9uZU6o7px_0dkUoz62w9Lp45gn9ieco1hwklA18dIz6SiVGIXPaZWKex6Utjz0Q43hBKdxLWDcM0EnoPZGiIxwrPdOJrxB_3b2tPA143DReW-LfpiDdjQXp0/s5152/IMG_7862.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5152" data-original-width="3864" height="954" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmXp-6SMp3Ea-B78fbtLvgE08FU1lRGCfnMWhJ8wH4qnfdAcbO7N9HL9cw98AK645Anqa9uZU6o7px_0dkUoz62w9Lp45gn9ieco1hwklA18dIz6SiVGIXPaZWKex6Utjz0Q43hBKdxLWDcM0EnoPZGiIxwrPdOJrxB_3b2tPA143DReW-LfpiDdjQXp0/w716-h954/IMG_7862.JPG" width="716" /></a></span></div><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: center;"><i>The Kiddos are all telling me they'll help me get the New Showroom ready and empty out the Old one, which, by Mid-April, should be complete. So, I won't be doing it all alone, Princess T and I will be Sharing both the New Showroom and the Locked Case, splitting our Inventory into each, which, seems like the best Strategy. We already know how her Product is moving, so we'll only be Experimenting with my half of the Venture and the type of Merch I'll be carrying in the New Spaces. Right now the House is messy becoz I'm still figuring out what to put up For Sale when that Transition happens, what to Donate, and what to just Keep? The whole Downsizing Process is messy overall really, since, you NEED to Downsize due to Space Issues when you Downsize your Primary Residence, and, so, here we now are. *LOL and Le Sigh* </i></div></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLFRB8t6CMRabn5lJx1NB99N5VtVbVntckcm8EEvJ1X5CFPxfDpLNhJOEK1663BMTbXolY0mpzbEGLxXfSipaI3NcZ7JM0-HHyXIKeh5rUuzNIHCaDrFiW2wWnCOoOqs_1VYNlUWbqloxOHu3JZumL5fGoWFPZrOp8H2tL5z-y7nFoNtfj1KK2A9EPNcw/s5152/IMG_7865.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5152" data-original-width="3864" height="953" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLFRB8t6CMRabn5lJx1NB99N5VtVbVntckcm8EEvJ1X5CFPxfDpLNhJOEK1663BMTbXolY0mpzbEGLxXfSipaI3NcZ7JM0-HHyXIKeh5rUuzNIHCaDrFiW2wWnCOoOqs_1VYNlUWbqloxOHu3JZumL5fGoWFPZrOp8H2tL5z-y7nFoNtfj1KK2A9EPNcw/w715-h953/IMG_7865.JPG" width="715" /></a></span></div><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: center;"><i>The Federal Trade Commission is Warning that the Big Merger with the 25 Billion Dollar melding of Kroger and Albertson's, is in litigation, and everyone seems opposed to it. I think it would definitely drive up prices of necessities... Wal-Mart, Amazon and CostCo are allegedly putting pressure on the Grocer Chains becoz they're Non-Union. Well, we know that Wal-Mart and Amazon exploit their Labor Force, everyone I've ever known who worked for them had firsthand experience of that, including some Family members. But, with the Merger, if it's allowed to go thru, could come downsizing of Employees and closures of locations... so, it's a significant Issue now moving thru the Courts. Here in the West it is important since Kroger Stores are much lower pricing than Albertson's Stores. I hardly ever shop at Albertson's... and they're the one trying to Buy Out Kroger and Merge the Two. </i></div></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYruPmDZelikS0z9sH1hyTOu5mzefzd4fPIo1xzuijQ8AwocVQV-pwm3mo701hpy0piekIDwvy9A49eOlMtJlKvdGuKBxUTb79Nh8Ijrew0rUggNukA_sw634ltYTMjI3tQfGN8J8UYv3gfAPYPVIckNgzprGmzwtiQ6wVN2tZaU4Vebi1vbHoONTT99A/s5152/IMG_7876.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5152" data-original-width="3864" height="954" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYruPmDZelikS0z9sH1hyTOu5mzefzd4fPIo1xzuijQ8AwocVQV-pwm3mo701hpy0piekIDwvy9A49eOlMtJlKvdGuKBxUTb79Nh8Ijrew0rUggNukA_sw634ltYTMjI3tQfGN8J8UYv3gfAPYPVIckNgzprGmzwtiQ6wVN2tZaU4Vebi1vbHoONTT99A/w715-h954/IMG_7876.JPG" width="715" /></a></span></div><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Some Arizona Cities are already in the Top 10 of Highest Cost of Living in the Country, even people earning well over triple digit Incomes are struggling there. Scottsdale, Chandler and Gilbert, Arizona, are higher Cost of Living than California and East Coast high cost of living Cities now... like San Diego or Boston. So, anyway, the State cannot afford for Essentials to cost most people more... like Groceries. Rents are already ridiculous and most of the huge complexes being built are Luxury Units and some are $2,000-$3,000 a Month for an Apartment in a mediocre location. I'm glad we Own and have a 2% Mortgage. I would have preferred to still have my Paid Off Historic Home of coarse, and our Ranch site of 38+ Acres in Northern Arizona is Free and Clear. So, we're better positioned than most Seniors on Fixed Incomes in these parts. I think a lot of Seniors here will run out of Money and will not be able to keep pace with the rate of inflation. </i></div></i><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnSRrxdQFXbb0xNjhiGdzuGczLdLO5dxDJ7AtSw6xPMx1ov56Kbf_sb2pTZIaqkUIDHu3cpdYLtZpH-Vhyphenhyphenty2q3Bxx6hRpiduzdz-mbBf3zLaEA-nMeCzDDZGLlJcqYapXydJforSh2B49mSY5uNPVZi9nDaNugyb40stx8uD8YRux_5pQiXg4Hoxk7sE/s5152/IMG_7883.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5152" data-original-width="3864" height="953" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnSRrxdQFXbb0xNjhiGdzuGczLdLO5dxDJ7AtSw6xPMx1ov56Kbf_sb2pTZIaqkUIDHu3cpdYLtZpH-Vhyphenhyphenty2q3Bxx6hRpiduzdz-mbBf3zLaEA-nMeCzDDZGLlJcqYapXydJforSh2B49mSY5uNPVZi9nDaNugyb40stx8uD8YRux_5pQiXg4Hoxk7sE/w715-h953/IMG_7883.JPG" width="715" /></a></span></div><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: center;"><i>With having a Three Generational Household we Share Expenses, and I think a lot of Families might have to start considering that option. I don't mind it, in fact I prefer it. The Man has gotten more used to it, he wasn't Raised in the same Culture of it that I was. *LOL* I just see Families not Sharing Expenses are struggling a lot more than they used to be, Middle Class Families are now being considered among the Low Income. If making triple digit Income isn't enough, well, how many people do you really know who have well above that? Or even have THAT? I guess it depends on the area of the Country you live, but in Arizona, the median Income is less than $72,000 and many are well below that annually. And Nationally it's only $52,000-$62,000 if you want to make comparisons of why those with Triple digit Income are doing way better than that... so, if they can't make it... or are struggling in many locations... well... just sayin'.</i></div></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhR7jQLM6v-_v4VvKZHkN3qTyTjlJZJeb7E1aLAE630pGqxxutkfH7wpn7s3r_B3j-dFk8z7yHbNTcAOzN1wA9aj0ZKdaBfcYTY-fjWp0ho4yLNrfySpVOVpluGrQSh2inHXzRH4w2W347AY-AJTEhimlC1TFZo67E7fc7hIXBy8Gz280F1KYFXw0C4RYA/s5152/IMG_7891.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5152" data-original-width="3864" height="951" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhR7jQLM6v-_v4VvKZHkN3qTyTjlJZJeb7E1aLAE630pGqxxutkfH7wpn7s3r_B3j-dFk8z7yHbNTcAOzN1wA9aj0ZKdaBfcYTY-fjWp0ho4yLNrfySpVOVpluGrQSh2inHXzRH4w2W347AY-AJTEhimlC1TFZo67E7fc7hIXBy8Gz280F1KYFXw0C4RYA/w713-h951/IMG_7891.JPG" width="713" /></a></span></div><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: center;"><i>The AVERAGE Home in Arizona is now close to half a Mil and you're not getting much bang for that buck either... it's a Meh piece of Real Estate for that price point. Used to be a Half Million Dollar Property was Primo... now some that are Million Dollar Properties aren't that Special and rather Average. When I first moved to Arizona, the Average price of a Home was around $20,000... so... do the Math on that. I only paid $48,000 for our Historic Home and even less for the Property before that one. Now, if you own a Home just Five Years, the Equity in it has doubled, since, the Price for that Home has doubled just that fast now, which is ridiculous! I think that many of the Young don't feel that the American Dream exists anymore and has somewhat become an American Nightmare for their Generation... which, is quite Sad.</i></div></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1wBS2YXbuAvv-m0hMa21gjimMK1tdzTvGH40byty_xRykD_0IDa4sqhsiDSc8ZXQmikEiaZnsZ__O4UTxUn0wOmwiKz5wFPM0XRl-XUJjsh8NmPyzhaO5149HsfaVAYwEMZYn2zeXCUXCXhXQyugITDuKSY3WtwtEy3cdq4AOAGGjAXu6PV6kqafvs4s/s3614/IMG_7896.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3614" data-original-width="2724" height="945" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1wBS2YXbuAvv-m0hMa21gjimMK1tdzTvGH40byty_xRykD_0IDa4sqhsiDSc8ZXQmikEiaZnsZ__O4UTxUn0wOmwiKz5wFPM0XRl-XUJjsh8NmPyzhaO5149HsfaVAYwEMZYn2zeXCUXCXhXQyugITDuKSY3WtwtEy3cdq4AOAGGjAXu6PV6kqafvs4s/w712-h945/IMG_7896.JPG" width="712" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><i>********</i></div></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>Keep On Keeping On my Friends... Dawn... The Bohemian</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p>Bohemianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03743017084098726581noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4825579903367960408.post-12174200499153668272024-02-25T13:55:00.000-08:002024-02-25T14:08:44.930-08:00AZ Renaissance Festival And Other Adventures<p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3v3HWoptpU6gPynYa4ucObLfzfODglpOLRKBR5CXicXvP3b2ssiNzg03zS8NcYdV0SEB7GhEYmYLaoYaeyPvFVOP5eAfHiJVJtLBS2fzjX9H9ZwpdW2e-9987w9zMxJG2tXAz1VWKTOBnZ9hdfC_NJol573aHRwtlIuIhwUbgp2Luvx8DjIZwmglx1BM/s2000/429112150_386911847307527_1414147465251395704_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2000" data-original-width="1488" height="1013" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3v3HWoptpU6gPynYa4ucObLfzfODglpOLRKBR5CXicXvP3b2ssiNzg03zS8NcYdV0SEB7GhEYmYLaoYaeyPvFVOP5eAfHiJVJtLBS2fzjX9H9ZwpdW2e-9987w9zMxJG2tXAz1VWKTOBnZ9hdfC_NJol573aHRwtlIuIhwUbgp2Luvx8DjIZwmglx1BM/w754-h1013/429112150_386911847307527_1414147465251395704_n.jpg" width="754" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>This Weekend I attended "The Highland Yard Vintage" Event along with "Merchant Square Antique Mall" which is in front of the Warehouse Event, on Friday with The Man, we Scored some really good stuff at great prices. We got a Javelina Taxidermy Mount, some Military Safety Pins in their original Metal Containers, a Round Metal flanged Sign about being Video Recorded to hang outside my New Showroom, Three Antique Silver Rosaries {one has Garnet Beads, one Mother Of Pearl Beads, the other has Crystal Beads}, a Tiger Eye Rock Tower, an Antique French Metal Bronze Madonna and Child, an Ornate Antique Doorknob Set and a Metal Vintage Milk Crate. The prices on everything was so low that we were Jazzed and we got an additional Military Discount on just about everything not already marked down on Sale.</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQqr_OpADGPnJbYkk9rU2fI9Z8AFuJU40viVYi_B4lxZnSUjDY6N6l83mMo7c0M9Hyu8eJthTXC3TqZzXBd7u-1mfK07dh0s7atVyjJlVa90XekZFDfY8PZKSC6a2RHdMOdaNpk2aUI9wsviUS-_sBzESPlWb09Wa5VloGYyI7Ym8HDPR9ijNf2ibKUYE/s5152/IMG_7844.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5152" data-original-width="3864" height="989" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQqr_OpADGPnJbYkk9rU2fI9Z8AFuJU40viVYi_B4lxZnSUjDY6N6l83mMo7c0M9Hyu8eJthTXC3TqZzXBd7u-1mfK07dh0s7atVyjJlVa90XekZFDfY8PZKSC6a2RHdMOdaNpk2aUI9wsviUS-_sBzESPlWb09Wa5VloGYyI7Ym8HDPR9ijNf2ibKUYE/w742-h989/IMG_7844.JPG" width="742" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><i><br /></i></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>We also stopped by "Bookman's" used Bookstore and got some good Books marked way down from the Retail Price. Yes, it was a lot of Retail Therapy but The Man and I had a good time doing it and our Haul was quite impressive at the Price Point that was some serious Bargain Shopping. Let us just say, the Value of just ONE of the Antique Italian Rosaries was actually more than I'd paid for ALL of the Haul at the Event AND the Antique Mall. Even the Taxidermy was about 80% Off what the Mount usually Costs and we'd wanted a Javelina Mount, I'm gonna put a Top Hat on him and a Formal Bow Tie. I took The Man out for a meal at "Culver's", I had their Cod Dinner and he had some kind of Specialty Hamburger. We also had some of their Frozen Custard for Dessert, they had a Caramel Pecan. </i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7-bjCVONq24s-H019mkJr2l7KV6bbkYODiD4OmuBNW43Wf_gfpy0eH9IkZOp1wU3qUSTPXR38vHHSNLNp7fD7_UyWMFQq1xuT0n8SajbiOMw_8Aa2qHNIczMKxGMS0NbhlCVwOP2MWDbK6iNsDduRrNTi4t8c4lZdrDTpTOqPKWt-kF9TK0Ji4Td_4E8/s2000/429132488_1399990700545501_1067929109196936452_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2000" data-original-width="1488" height="985" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7-bjCVONq24s-H019mkJr2l7KV6bbkYODiD4OmuBNW43Wf_gfpy0eH9IkZOp1wU3qUSTPXR38vHHSNLNp7fD7_UyWMFQq1xuT0n8SajbiOMw_8Aa2qHNIczMKxGMS0NbhlCVwOP2MWDbK6iNsDduRrNTi4t8c4lZdrDTpTOqPKWt-kF9TK0Ji4Td_4E8/w733-h985/429132488_1399990700545501_1067929109196936452_n.jpg" width="733" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><i><br /></i></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>Then The Kiddos and I all attended the Arizona Renaissance Festival on Saturday, pretty much all day, it's a long commute to Gold Canyon where it's Hosted. The Son went with a Female Friend he often attends Concerts with. I took The Daughter and Granddaughter, we met up with The Son and his Friend once we arrived there. We took a few Family Photos, I wasn</i></span><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">'t in top form as a Pathological Picture Taker and the Kiddos were all Okay with that. *Smiles* I switched off using both my Old School Camera and my Cellphone Camera, I haven't downloaded my Old School Camera's Memory Card just yet, so will lead with Phone Pixs of my Weekend Adventures.</i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAZrFVqf6SIrCbCJ9I3v42qHKuRZabPe3Y2TONszMRkpxQePJnAF-9d4SLaLl_izUoMMVf6_pfJkyj4mUiwBPe-586dpRYE5saW180kRpemzXnxV65lXutkMvJshabVcSvkogHSkK-QHQMQwDot9mMqgyTJR05LibMw-KzdeU91e178S8ret-gJA2e2mE/s2000/423036416_807970081149137_8395218732730075787_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2000" data-original-width="1488" height="978" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAZrFVqf6SIrCbCJ9I3v42qHKuRZabPe3Y2TONszMRkpxQePJnAF-9d4SLaLl_izUoMMVf6_pfJkyj4mUiwBPe-586dpRYE5saW180kRpemzXnxV65lXutkMvJshabVcSvkogHSkK-QHQMQwDot9mMqgyTJR05LibMw-KzdeU91e178S8ret-gJA2e2mE/w727-h978/423036416_807970081149137_8395218732730075787_n.jpg" width="727" /></a></div><br /><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></i><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">It was Time Traveler Weekend and so The Granddaughter rigged up some ensemble that was Steam Punkish, we couldn't find my Steam Punk Goggles or Top Hat, I might have given them to her Brother, not sure? He had some but had packed them and we decided she looked just fine with what she'd already concocted out of her regular Wardrobe. She got a LOT of compliments at the Festival, not surprising. However, Yours Truly got a LOT of compliments on my Colorful Hippie Ensemble, totally unexpected, since, I wasn't in Costume, it's how I always look! *Bwahahahaha* All the Kiddos thought that was freakin' hilarious!!! *LOL* I also ran into some of the Young People from my Antique Mall who Work at The Brass Armadillo West, they recognized me and yelled out!</i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUDsDb5PsjGtlKvtRyoNA6D776uaKmEStobsiGdCbV-L3j-mo0gHc8oWPkM5lxOb3GRwqhCOipQk7dXlMxe8UGIbTcIdGOtXY6N26EXIUfHc-Rx7Wu_XuPqaOQtKUPsqtqYTv4cEhlGojYqTs3jHbE-AlKWRmrFnJ5V9diRTXtjytydlCLKmyem6mVUyE/s5152/IMG_7899.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5152" data-original-width="3864" height="968" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUDsDb5PsjGtlKvtRyoNA6D776uaKmEStobsiGdCbV-L3j-mo0gHc8oWPkM5lxOb3GRwqhCOipQk7dXlMxe8UGIbTcIdGOtXY6N26EXIUfHc-Rx7Wu_XuPqaOQtKUPsqtqYTv4cEhlGojYqTs3jHbE-AlKWRmrFnJ5V9diRTXtjytydlCLKmyem6mVUyE/w725-h968/IMG_7899.JPG" width="725" /></a></div><br /><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></i><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">I was surprised that in that throng of Humanity swarming about, that anyone would recognize me and yell out, so, it was Surprising they did. Princess T quipped that we can't go ANYWHERE that somebody doesn't know me... and, that's pretty much True, it's kinda Wild. *Bwahahaha* Attendance was exceptionally high this Year, more than previous Years, so, it was packed and long lines, but, enjoyable all the same. It meant lots of people in Costumes, many obliging me for Photos. One of the more memorable duos was Red Riding Hood and The Big Bad Wolf, becoz they had not come together and just met there, not planned, what are the Odds? So, they had Pixs taken together and I Photographed them together, the Serendipity of it was Cool.</i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLa8AFzwDvCRHmoMAhjU5ivGU-K3N6zdbx9fNtg1KYg2wbOVFBDXHTgvMUbTJnD_RfWiT-WuE3ai4S-pRhKrT-tCyOI20lbHPeUD0ZmULLTVoqtDKKlzV0MfpbVpRHdyXF0uhvn-wRPy6tyuc1yuwTOqVo03TCGovthiasRySzmQTpkTLsgz_w0NEFyx4/s5152/IMG_7898.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5152" data-original-width="3864" height="977" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLa8AFzwDvCRHmoMAhjU5ivGU-K3N6zdbx9fNtg1KYg2wbOVFBDXHTgvMUbTJnD_RfWiT-WuE3ai4S-pRhKrT-tCyOI20lbHPeUD0ZmULLTVoqtDKKlzV0MfpbVpRHdyXF0uhvn-wRPy6tyuc1yuwTOqVo03TCGovthiasRySzmQTpkTLsgz_w0NEFyx4/w733-h977/IMG_7898.JPG" width="733" /></a></div><br /><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></i><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Those that dress in Hot Costumes had to be Roasting, since, it was a very warm day. It started out overcast but once the Sun came out, it was pretty Hot and I was sweating and I wasn't even in a Costume! I cannot Imagine wearing Fur or one of the layered ornate Renaissance Themed Costumes so many wear. I do Love looking at the diversity of Costumes tho', every Weekend has a Theme, but actually people can wear whatever they can Dream Up and it's quite the Human Sideshow of Interesting Costumes. I liked Costumed Events and even those who may not participate in Dressing Up, have a lot of Fun with the Freedom and Imaginative Atmosphere of it all that transports us all to a Fantasyscape and Escape from dull or unpleasant current Realities or trials and tribulations folks might be moving thru.</i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_LHplKgy6ZtG_BZtRsrtsRHDibwpko2Gxt0Iy_GViENRe1vTwDN7HITTKfJdP2fQ1yhbhk5XjKcax92o6NkfpTbKsahaFj40j3iFTlBww3ZJst9OMRK14x5926ZLJiH6SJ-0lXYsexQtf_xzEYqOekKM_HEcByWsbKJPhFx0Ci3K9pG01X3L7B-dwmEU/s5152/IMG_7887.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5152" data-original-width="3864" height="976" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_LHplKgy6ZtG_BZtRsrtsRHDibwpko2Gxt0Iy_GViENRe1vTwDN7HITTKfJdP2fQ1yhbhk5XjKcax92o6NkfpTbKsahaFj40j3iFTlBww3ZJst9OMRK14x5926ZLJiH6SJ-0lXYsexQtf_xzEYqOekKM_HEcByWsbKJPhFx0Ci3K9pG01X3L7B-dwmEU/w732-h976/IMG_7887.JPG" width="732" /></a></div><br /><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></i><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">We can certainly appreciate some Escapism right about now, we've been up against a lot lately and so it was a Weight lifted to just go out together and have some Fun. Both Princess T and her Mama were still not Feeling 100% so we left early tho'. I didn't want either of them overdoing it, yet, we wanted to go this Weekend while the Weather was not inclement. It's an Outside Event mostly so you need Glorious Weather to enjoy it properly. The Daughter is still recovering from her Treatment and Princess T from being sickly on Friday, so, both could only handle just so much Fun. I myself was ready to leave early, so it was all good. We left The Son and his Friend there and they stayed 'til Closing and had arrived when it had Opened. We had arrived later and left way before Closing, it was just enuf Good Times and Fun for all Three of us... we'd had enuf Fun. *Bwahahahaha*</i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"> </i></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwHxFbO0a9QwjCC2cx1nuF4Gad2Xm6Zlo7HROHkZ__COuQMK9IRbLQJvGKs3d1jo0Jqme6UhcWsEM5A-bNH5Yk1aIA0yDA5jUsbhr3m6s5sjma_vu_bwrkBhCcxKIjh_WVwEjWmrQWLifaYQSyhZs04Ozrke4P_0VsO22SRCAKmpfiXi1sOzbM2AmwrRM/s5152/IMG_7882.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5152" data-original-width="3864" height="976" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwHxFbO0a9QwjCC2cx1nuF4Gad2Xm6Zlo7HROHkZ__COuQMK9IRbLQJvGKs3d1jo0Jqme6UhcWsEM5A-bNH5Yk1aIA0yDA5jUsbhr3m6s5sjma_vu_bwrkBhCcxKIjh_WVwEjWmrQWLifaYQSyhZs04Ozrke4P_0VsO22SRCAKmpfiXi1sOzbM2AmwrRM/w732-h976/IMG_7882.JPG" width="732" /></a></div><br /><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></i><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">I think both The Daughter and Granddaughter are spending Today recovering from going. I'm going to have to Work Tonight {Sunday}, so I'm glad I didn't wear myself out. It had been quite a whirlwind few Days of Fun with The Man and then the Kiddos, so, it was more activity packed into a few Days than I'd usually participate in. *Smiles* I didn't make it to the Tres Rios Nature Preserve Festival, I just figured that might be too much to try to squeeze in after all. Too many things happening at once so you do have to sometimes pick and choose this time of Year which to attend and which to forego? The next few Posts will have all the Visuals from several days worth of activities, jumbled up in no particular Order.</i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJCvPgvOua6D1TuXE0nMI9rTMVxXA6orXaNq1IEk1SVM2hkJsWx2cRiMZsnGIW4L1wO2JdkrEqTpHNLNdBSALVMFfk_774tA92TZfS8u9mlUp3eG-BFC3-_FGkSmGcxH5KhJdT2JgMKEOOKicEucJfqF22BBWQiIBpuFXwn5RysMmweJPsQY3LyrzC0pA/s5152/IMG_7870.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5152" data-original-width="3864" height="976" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJCvPgvOua6D1TuXE0nMI9rTMVxXA6orXaNq1IEk1SVM2hkJsWx2cRiMZsnGIW4L1wO2JdkrEqTpHNLNdBSALVMFfk_774tA92TZfS8u9mlUp3eG-BFC3-_FGkSmGcxH5KhJdT2JgMKEOOKicEucJfqF22BBWQiIBpuFXwn5RysMmweJPsQY3LyrzC0pA/w732-h976/IMG_7870.JPG" width="732" /></a></div><br /><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></i><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">These Two Sweet Ladies Gifted The Girls and I with some fabulous Jewelry, they didn't even want Donations, they were just handing them out and saying that's what they come for! My Gift package also held more than the Mushrooms Jewelry in Glass and Metal, I had Stone Mushrooms and Stickers of Magic Mushrooms as well, the Kiddos were envious, liking my Gift more than theirs, ain't that the way Kids always are? *LOL* Princess T was joking with her Mom that I looked more like I'd appreciate Magic Mushrooms and why the Young Ladies Hooked me Up. She could be Right? You be the Judge, see Below... *LMAOROTF*</i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzqe_DqDLdjRprfWVFqAsOEo0JMB1aLMzDaWQUQ9gZME1jdyl6vl-2kxvIA__-dtPR-jMPee0OCKwaryrPzoFiFVr80x2Z5MNk6uXSECX3zb_L4bx_pEC_rDle2dbWWT-0FGmyUa_zX5ot6zygMJqcHLrBXsyuSIDq2O0H_oqHTIseBP5_WmAHYyTnItc/s1440/429534039_7574526965933480_4380597677683776733_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1072" height="991" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzqe_DqDLdjRprfWVFqAsOEo0JMB1aLMzDaWQUQ9gZME1jdyl6vl-2kxvIA__-dtPR-jMPee0OCKwaryrPzoFiFVr80x2Z5MNk6uXSECX3zb_L4bx_pEC_rDle2dbWWT-0FGmyUa_zX5ot6zygMJqcHLrBXsyuSIDq2O0H_oqHTIseBP5_WmAHYyTnItc/w737-h991/429534039_7574526965933480_4380597677683776733_n.jpg" width="737" /></a></div><br /><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></i><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">The only things I bought at the Renaissance Festival I had come specifically for. There is an Artist that Creates Bronze, Brass and Pewter Hardware. I'd previously bought a Pewter Pan Door Handle a couple Years ago, and this time I decided to get a Bronze Pan and a Pewter Mermaid Door Handle. Now that I have Three, it's Officially a Collection of this Artisans Work. *Winks* She has great Prices on these IMO, considering what they're made out of and the Artistry of them, I think it's a Bargain. In fact, a lot of the Prices this Year were lower than expected, including for Drinks and Food. So, even tho' the Entrance Fee is $32 for me and $35 for Adult Kiddos, everything on the inside was quite reasonably priced and not price gouged like many Events do.</i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWbBSv6jc6dAQZXRUoowIIb16plRFe3moz1VwJEKPOcI9IMkZ3SzY5-gABuWtpNpAzk0ATt_s6GoWB0TPK94Sd-AoG2fWDj7hTx9n5iEzUFXn-d3YR7C9SPjCw62ePmbWelzKbpKlYq4JAtOA8jTxbAeTHdYihmWJaBaXSRbLOwAU0_qU9wHuEyGa3jpQ/s5152/IMG_7877.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5152" data-original-width="3864" height="977" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWbBSv6jc6dAQZXRUoowIIb16plRFe3moz1VwJEKPOcI9IMkZ3SzY5-gABuWtpNpAzk0ATt_s6GoWB0TPK94Sd-AoG2fWDj7hTx9n5iEzUFXn-d3YR7C9SPjCw62ePmbWelzKbpKlYq4JAtOA8jTxbAeTHdYihmWJaBaXSRbLOwAU0_qU9wHuEyGa3jpQ/w733-h977/IMG_7877.JPG" width="733" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzCTEUwBu9zZnAFykqcHwcxzeL6xSg-g6Cr1PpN32NRF2-v3xj0GgbALvIhBLvNsgNMO_SmQPo50CDqdTjmI6KpycEUyExRE7bG0tPMW3zY8DaiEVFs7u03zJXf60YtA6bxEYQl9BdTWm1l6QAZfkT7gJrSVFrLBCvdjMnz0hyYIk6GuCesPaGUJDigkc/s5152/IMG_7878.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5152" data-original-width="3864" height="981" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzCTEUwBu9zZnAFykqcHwcxzeL6xSg-g6Cr1PpN32NRF2-v3xj0GgbALvIhBLvNsgNMO_SmQPo50CDqdTjmI6KpycEUyExRE7bG0tPMW3zY8DaiEVFs7u03zJXf60YtA6bxEYQl9BdTWm1l6QAZfkT7gJrSVFrLBCvdjMnz0hyYIk6GuCesPaGUJDigkc/w736-h981/IMG_7878.JPG" width="736" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTjsD4NjgQhxwXA8zov6mHtWCEOyBxzERJ7eGBDQgeRXt6zXVopacgRfyavbOWEdeD1sPSaIssKwM_UoYEeeG46wUE97PjGOwBACFSpb917rNhQCzKKNvofJhifyVFpSJw1pvJLjD_3BgbZ3gQE7MZJ4jIpPJGfIaLWptq4ZFhpRcsUZAyXOz7W0MfM4o/s5152/IMG_7909.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5152" data-original-width="3864" height="981" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTjsD4NjgQhxwXA8zov6mHtWCEOyBxzERJ7eGBDQgeRXt6zXVopacgRfyavbOWEdeD1sPSaIssKwM_UoYEeeG46wUE97PjGOwBACFSpb917rNhQCzKKNvofJhifyVFpSJw1pvJLjD_3BgbZ3gQE7MZJ4jIpPJGfIaLWptq4ZFhpRcsUZAyXOz7W0MfM4o/w736-h981/IMG_7909.JPG" width="736" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigiTp_aKC-dPvMTkFrQxoQgTibIsA-ldzvvBAvHXA4mOc39LUxkaIIadeyKY08o5VSxL9_YXJclQ-5SPyRhbmJkK_AlO9HlbVXAZkRXJLomvZf6TBdwC1jRSSuOmFzde1miM3ObbBHk9hcRTdMhCVw9VpBGVtqT9-Xka2keGO4Vd6pYWHrTqyNv8GLTX0/s5152/IMG_7910.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5152" data-original-width="3864" height="982" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigiTp_aKC-dPvMTkFrQxoQgTibIsA-ldzvvBAvHXA4mOc39LUxkaIIadeyKY08o5VSxL9_YXJclQ-5SPyRhbmJkK_AlO9HlbVXAZkRXJLomvZf6TBdwC1jRSSuOmFzde1miM3ObbBHk9hcRTdMhCVw9VpBGVtqT9-Xka2keGO4Vd6pYWHrTqyNv8GLTX0/w737-h982/IMG_7910.JPG" width="737" /></a></div><br /><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></i><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">The ones with the Red Background are the Two I bought... you could choose the Style and then the Metal you wanted yours in. I chose a Bronze Pan and a Pewter Mermaid. The Mermaid and King Triton were new Styles they didn't have in previous Years, but I liked Pan better than King Triton... Triton's Face was not as well Cast IMO... and some of the Goddesses Faces were more grotesque than the Mermaid's, so I chose her over getting a Goddess Style for the Female selection. My Mermaid is prettier and I liked her best in Pewter. The Bronze and the Pewter appealed to me more than the Brass cast Hardware too. The Bronze is new and I'm glad they came out with it and the new Styles. Eventually all of my Collection will be affixed to Antique Salvaged Doors I Display.</i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguH2yZ3e2OYoOjWwEsJaV4KXcR01s7wGq6KM-8HgC3JwkZeDklVgW3FDDjwXJqFIBTRCJfs5Ys-I3gweUS80PIYsAV6StfRjvXNYaQBg2hLgFY3qZ77SD885vxH83e4n8QUXJtiJn4NYY5j6ytfwAB-vtF6vVdd-XuN-dGiJjgp0LhUckM4kyxawFIcEY/s5152/IMG_7868.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5152" data-original-width="3864" height="977" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguH2yZ3e2OYoOjWwEsJaV4KXcR01s7wGq6KM-8HgC3JwkZeDklVgW3FDDjwXJqFIBTRCJfs5Ys-I3gweUS80PIYsAV6StfRjvXNYaQBg2hLgFY3qZ77SD885vxH83e4n8QUXJtiJn4NYY5j6ytfwAB-vtF6vVdd-XuN-dGiJjgp0LhUckM4kyxawFIcEY/w733-h977/IMG_7868.JPG" width="733" /></a></div><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: center;"><i>This is the first Year that Princess T didn't ask me to Buy her anything. In previous Years The G-Kid Force could cost me a small Fortune at the Renaissance Festivals. *LOL* I'd be Buying Animals Ears and Animal Tails, Art Dragons, Fairie Ears, Mehndi and such for them. *Smiles* I do miss the days when The Young Prince joined us, he's such a Natural Born Entertainer that many of the Ren Festival Troupes would have him perform with them as part of the Act! He can play almost any Instrument, Juggle and learn to use whatever Props they were Selling to Bystanders, so, he was good for Business and thoroughly enjoyed participating to that degree out of the Audience. He came to know many of the Troupes that perform regularly, and his Grand-Uncle, my Brother, was Press for many of the Renaissance Festivals across the Country, so knows those that Travel with them Nationally.</i></div></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"> </i></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihi63XS9Wnj-kmFQXH-p7M7fiRuV8yMyPaFOg6O24UJHvH674ykDb44Ck6yOLQMWsH7jz0kcXb-x5RIxUZR1kkkZaEBeI_31FfesKowCV0yhUU57Bg3J9WYrnspjoJan64EzjJEGQGEunCZJCIFGu4sGR-uuLynzdz8tGnmQu8zMtZZ1rls2ZqyK8pH48/s5152/IMG_7872.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5152" data-original-width="3864" height="978" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihi63XS9Wnj-kmFQXH-p7M7fiRuV8yMyPaFOg6O24UJHvH674ykDb44Ck6yOLQMWsH7jz0kcXb-x5RIxUZR1kkkZaEBeI_31FfesKowCV0yhUU57Bg3J9WYrnspjoJan64EzjJEGQGEunCZJCIFGu4sGR-uuLynzdz8tGnmQu8zMtZZ1rls2ZqyK8pH48/w733-h978/IMG_7872.JPG" width="733" /></a></div><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Princess T misses attending with her Big Brother since he gets into it so much and is much more of an Extrovert than she is. She did enjoy her Mom joining us this Year since it was The Daughter's First Renaissance Festival. I didn't used to go when my Kids were growing up and it was my Brother who introduced us to our First one when he was covering the Arizona Renaissance Festival as Press and took us with him under a Participant Media Status, which was Cool. We got a lot of preferential treatment in tow with my Brother, the Retired Professional Hollywood Photographer, everyone knew him. And watching my Brother do his Thing was really Cool too. He had to formally Retire from doing it this Year, his Health Issues have become too dire to Travel or spend that many Hours doing anything. His Heart is failing him now. It's with a Heavy Heart everyone had to say Good-Bye to him being a part of the Renaissance Festivals.</i></div></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"> </i></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjphYgoeqsVkp8lNz8Gg94oOfWF_yq3gY0GSfezi8j1UxoQIXzASrlMYulYjqkUs9jD7RqC-JxIzyrIbTb9Nt-BfCeEQzYswizOSC2tnPE_YIz2EvYNIqd0zJJpvp6vUTTITWUAUI7ViUeQfMmzRZfqdFfIYgne-0M0OhUUluUhib7AzLK3t_96l_kp8ME/s5152/IMG_7873.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5152" data-original-width="3864" height="978" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjphYgoeqsVkp8lNz8Gg94oOfWF_yq3gY0GSfezi8j1UxoQIXzASrlMYulYjqkUs9jD7RqC-JxIzyrIbTb9Nt-BfCeEQzYswizOSC2tnPE_YIz2EvYNIqd0zJJpvp6vUTTITWUAUI7ViUeQfMmzRZfqdFfIYgne-0M0OhUUluUhib7AzLK3t_96l_kp8ME/w733-h978/IMG_7873.JPG" width="733" /></a></div><br /><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></i><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Princess T likes to attend these things, she's very Bold about Fashion and timid about crowded Events tho', she has Social Anxieties that often paralyze her when anything is crowded. She did very well considering how Crowded it became, but I knew we'd likely not spend as much time there as most people do, since, we'd also Power Walk the entire Event and then not stay for a lot of the Entertainment. We've seen all of the Acts many times before, The Daughter hadn't, but she couldn't quite sit thru the Jousting, so, she wasn't that interested in sitting thru any form of the Entertainment anyway. We only stayed for a small portion of the Jousting and are probably more Entertained by the Nerds in the Audience Geeking Out on these things. You can tell some folks Live and Breathe these Fantasies and not just during the Festivals. *LOL*</i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9EUm1Q7jAK6qn0SIS1F0jIGxqaez3g-RBRWWaWV73lqMZCOXLhYL606WubV3muV9hKuNDitpCET6bpENt6NxRgSJ0ytQ3wSrdgrPCEmHP2xJKaA8TLxeHFOdJM9VUwxtKVZptkG33D8wnvDeTw6t4WqKmNTguyy9n617zkhS-HaxxChpzR9LGiWKiiOk/s5152/IMG_7867.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5152" data-original-width="3864" height="972" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9EUm1Q7jAK6qn0SIS1F0jIGxqaez3g-RBRWWaWV73lqMZCOXLhYL606WubV3muV9hKuNDitpCET6bpENt6NxRgSJ0ytQ3wSrdgrPCEmHP2xJKaA8TLxeHFOdJM9VUwxtKVZptkG33D8wnvDeTw6t4WqKmNTguyy9n617zkhS-HaxxChpzR9LGiWKiiOk/w729-h972/IMG_7867.JPG" width="729" /></a></div><br /><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></i><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">It often reminds me of some of the Customers that come into the Antique Mall who are really 'Into' such things as Disney, Star Wars, Anime Characters, Sports, Pokemon... they are REALLY Into it in a BIG way, almost Obsessed. When someone is really Geeking Out about what they have an Obsession with, it can be quite Amusing or Entertaining to those of us who just aren't. I should have taken more Pixs of people in Costume, but I don't like to be too Intrusive about it. So, I only approached people already getting their pictures taken by other people. Most are happy to oblige and if they have a good Costume, expect to be Photographed and get the attention, but I never want to put anyone on the spot either.</i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUOUCjUYYguZU6ka8wRU_T98FGZOTWXW9ll2auUcS7PWcNx3RQWPns6g3YhFrl8eF90tNb8AlQe4-NUPPcD4jKY7sRrsOtxI4plA1P2u1qL96S5sjg-hejLb3foRHIU7NL77tdkyz8lHJQ8_NKP_Zd5kGVJInQAQfCaIrpX_mos1Q9LH3DxrnxekkiZ2Y/s5152/IMG_7874.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5152" data-original-width="3864" height="968" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUOUCjUYYguZU6ka8wRU_T98FGZOTWXW9ll2auUcS7PWcNx3RQWPns6g3YhFrl8eF90tNb8AlQe4-NUPPcD4jKY7sRrsOtxI4plA1P2u1qL96S5sjg-hejLb3foRHIU7NL77tdkyz8lHJQ8_NKP_Zd5kGVJInQAQfCaIrpX_mos1Q9LH3DxrnxekkiZ2Y/w726-h968/IMG_7874.JPG" width="726" /></a></div><br /><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></i><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">I think I need one of these contraptions at Home to keep everyone in line? *Bwahahaha* Actually, they're all quite well behaved, so, no need really. Princess T had her new Boyfriend over after we got Home from the Renaissance Festival and her Mom had a Male Lifelong Friend over too, and we were binge watching Netflix since The Niece had bought me a Subscription for Christmas and I had The Son finally load it. I wouldn't have had a Clue how to do it, very complicated IMO and involves your Phone and Passwords or some such shit that my Tech Challenged Mind cannot wrap around. I'll be Lucky to remember how to use it and turn it on to view any of it he loaded under my Profile?! *LOL and Le Sigh* I have began binge watching "Orange Is The New Black" {2013-2019}. Yeah, I'm that far behind watching Series you all watched Years ago.</i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"> </i></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtoxHfqbJkEeuey4R60p9n3b0YTFvbJ_n9WjZ8vBp-enGJ_2ZAxrNPkyf_w-OKiAuEb2Hruq5GvEG_TKDQHBfzP5oqkllcNgYdqqF5VztYxIWUNaI2L_JBBmFAkkd8NBHw1xka5_NihCOoOJHkhAWMkbCUv9d-k2OuNq99RnNddMozB2_ZBd2OUsFBpsY/s3539/IMG_7866.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3539" data-original-width="2491" height="1036" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtoxHfqbJkEeuey4R60p9n3b0YTFvbJ_n9WjZ8vBp-enGJ_2ZAxrNPkyf_w-OKiAuEb2Hruq5GvEG_TKDQHBfzP5oqkllcNgYdqqF5VztYxIWUNaI2L_JBBmFAkkd8NBHw1xka5_NihCOoOJHkhAWMkbCUv9d-k2OuNq99RnNddMozB2_ZBd2OUsFBpsY/w728-h1036/IMG_7866.JPG" width="728" /></a></div><br /><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></i><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Okay, now that I've loaded a few of the Renaissance Festival Images I also loaded some of our Retail Therapy Haul I was telling you about... so, here we got with Show & Tell:</i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"></i></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdnWqT0M0TU5g-C3397vNWVMCtrnuWg1DJBEW_Tca8dSR-FEDOC2x1CBPWmKDwn2sK14XnxbOdCkYJLJ-Pfs3WLFgVKTa7AWW_e-wfiV9OsSvXpdXvG0E1KapdpfLakI554ZC0Wb8eRFUDCHBc6nZeQlhyphenhyphenI3UXnb4cPVwlULyqwB7fZoFnWdzRRpmMluo/s5152/IMG_7851.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5152" data-original-width="3864" height="969" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdnWqT0M0TU5g-C3397vNWVMCtrnuWg1DJBEW_Tca8dSR-FEDOC2x1CBPWmKDwn2sK14XnxbOdCkYJLJ-Pfs3WLFgVKTa7AWW_e-wfiV9OsSvXpdXvG0E1KapdpfLakI554ZC0Wb8eRFUDCHBc6nZeQlhyphenhyphenI3UXnb4cPVwlULyqwB7fZoFnWdzRRpmMluo/w727-h969/IMG_7851.JPG" width="727" /></a></i></div><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiQVSfUW79xAjQPAXUyOS4GcLabR30DNqC60aSyj7793kJuH1VmAblYk2cil6RzR-lP4IOljq49t5T88djEdVmWc-2ta1D0xb5BExgujfCCad-ECkuGXeqT9WfF7uG-QuBjWXNMqd2ChQfoNv7rjtayEaydy_HW1UUHdzHQSTqJFyhxwOWy5iIYxTNkEE/s5152/IMG_7850.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5152" data-original-width="3864" height="969" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiQVSfUW79xAjQPAXUyOS4GcLabR30DNqC60aSyj7793kJuH1VmAblYk2cil6RzR-lP4IOljq49t5T88djEdVmWc-2ta1D0xb5BExgujfCCad-ECkuGXeqT9WfF7uG-QuBjWXNMqd2ChQfoNv7rjtayEaydy_HW1UUHdzHQSTqJFyhxwOWy5iIYxTNkEE/w727-h969/IMG_7850.JPG" width="727" /></a></div><br /></i><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">These are the Military Safety Pins in their original Metal Containers that I got for only Six Bucks each Set, I bought Five Sets at that low price point. Each Safety Pin is Numbered and I think they'll be Cool and Interesting to Pin things with.</i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"></i></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikL27nhzfnvs0wRdPwH5e7-gmCNA8nVZnmUGWO9TnSBTGvkcK7i8F-DUREOZYFQ7wGEqyhDg63710ZqikRzullhhM2DrHFvU3DnKPLM7zWVvvbV0UW0N3aycYUHyhtwKUQqFGYfBjz5abmZ24-jIH1JVQTvXBL88zsT0Z6VTo0aDtg9179GBUgL6tZxsU/s5152/IMG_7852.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5152" data-original-width="3864" height="974" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikL27nhzfnvs0wRdPwH5e7-gmCNA8nVZnmUGWO9TnSBTGvkcK7i8F-DUREOZYFQ7wGEqyhDg63710ZqikRzullhhM2DrHFvU3DnKPLM7zWVvvbV0UW0N3aycYUHyhtwKUQqFGYfBjz5abmZ24-jIH1JVQTvXBL88zsT0Z6VTo0aDtg9179GBUgL6tZxsU/w730-h974/IMG_7852.JPG" width="730" /></a></i></div><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></i><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">This is my Ornate Doorknob Set, with our Military Discount we paid Twelve Bucks. The other Knob is White Enamel and both Sides of the Lock Plate is this Ornate, but this Side has more of the original White Paint still evident.</i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVJEWb95uY4YbyuZ9kw-6heubyTFudUK9yPjRc-YGqp9oMX0TruDF4QvQMdTa84a_ojjuvNFyE37KQ_FO4IiVgyOOOGzepQg3XJS2z4f9ucoKwbLPrLAAbM0rzR8qfxx9JSHiKbTt2PYZFqN8sIfACYZ_fpKL-0Ov9_tPHJVe1MVouhYGyPxWg6dzF8T4/s5152/IMG_7854.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5152" data-original-width="3864" height="984" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVJEWb95uY4YbyuZ9kw-6heubyTFudUK9yPjRc-YGqp9oMX0TruDF4QvQMdTa84a_ojjuvNFyE37KQ_FO4IiVgyOOOGzepQg3XJS2z4f9ucoKwbLPrLAAbM0rzR8qfxx9JSHiKbTt2PYZFqN8sIfACYZ_fpKL-0Ov9_tPHJVe1MVouhYGyPxWg6dzF8T4/w738-h984/IMG_7854.JPG" width="738" /></a></div><br /><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></i><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Here's my Enamel Two Sided flanged Sign I'll be mounting outside of our new Showroom. With the Vendors Big Discount, which was more than our Military Discount would have been, it cost me less than Thirty Bucks. I'm Hopeful it will be additional deterrent for Loss Prevention, tho' The Son does want to mount some personal Security Cams in the Showroom, and on the House here, linked to his Phone. Sad that Society has reached the point where being a Thief isn't considered Shameful and too many folks justify the doing of it, as if it's not a Crime. </i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdEwnijBdGwGuUNHM6is3__Lvj-wGqyIy0D2PWkq3rfmI4YfbXZdLIY_r1AhczGucvEEWSZDjdXC6P1cdbItAjcHMT7qy-ViGDIvrKCSaTPuiqVRr2cEVbJw7mcfgvZyndihqyIih15Xzc_Js9WXK7rXA9DQAIzw2vAPYtlCCqUelDgfQr9K52vJKee5w/s5152/IMG_7820.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5152" data-original-width="3864" height="988" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdEwnijBdGwGuUNHM6is3__Lvj-wGqyIy0D2PWkq3rfmI4YfbXZdLIY_r1AhczGucvEEWSZDjdXC6P1cdbItAjcHMT7qy-ViGDIvrKCSaTPuiqVRr2cEVbJw7mcfgvZyndihqyIih15Xzc_Js9WXK7rXA9DQAIzw2vAPYtlCCqUelDgfQr9K52vJKee5w/w741-h988/IMG_7820.JPG" width="741" /></a></div><br /><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></i><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Here's the French Antique Bronze Madonna & Child Statue I got. She was only Twelve Bucks. You can see some Rosaries hanging in the background, the Trio I bought was from the same Vendor who had this Statue Icon.</i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLcckDjTXz6cC-xpbOXJrQ7aRyQjP1ejPVoTm1NWk6E6kVu9ywO81Q5cn85KrCn-GOwAg-Ng5RU6S3dEhgvskniLSbK_sJleFmptqXpT71zHD_TkCaYkTjyq8OsufB04SczKYFUApPQ7HAaa7XRF5ro32NfVPr5T4xJCi86d2es5OEQVzXnh1X_X62rQs/s960/429526887_7575064302546413_6401765452284523110_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="991" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLcckDjTXz6cC-xpbOXJrQ7aRyQjP1ejPVoTm1NWk6E6kVu9ywO81Q5cn85KrCn-GOwAg-Ng5RU6S3dEhgvskniLSbK_sJleFmptqXpT71zHD_TkCaYkTjyq8OsufB04SczKYFUApPQ7HAaa7XRF5ro32NfVPr5T4xJCi86d2es5OEQVzXnh1X_X62rQs/w743-h991/429526887_7575064302546413_6401765452284523110_n.jpg" width="743" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPwvRwGyEbmVUvmcD6SdhgAXJUXpQ_zul6oWQzK3tDVYB07KoMPgBIk5V1YkbnWqgSeI1r75pBSmTR5VihPfO5ihdo4GGmvdSl4SFx7oF_JMHdWM3NXXKJQpzYCaPAyKtsFBMv_WRKSmZZTlpPpS8wnS1tu6MShAiy1qXcHd6oh82x-05DWccpP9D9bio/s960/429501376_7575064515879725_3848555066450253169_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="990" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPwvRwGyEbmVUvmcD6SdhgAXJUXpQ_zul6oWQzK3tDVYB07KoMPgBIk5V1YkbnWqgSeI1r75pBSmTR5VihPfO5ihdo4GGmvdSl4SFx7oF_JMHdWM3NXXKJQpzYCaPAyKtsFBMv_WRKSmZZTlpPpS8wnS1tu6MShAiy1qXcHd6oh82x-05DWccpP9D9bio/w742-h990/429501376_7575064515879725_3848555066450253169_n.jpg" width="742" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFXyseik399D33MZmNHasPZ1BMPYCRZJnaFKKjmH8nG4QYNddmQ68Upgi2UARabBvnr0nkNF1wJEa5O3HF_dHUv8AgsyLLDwUyB_ofK0m-ugDXkFjfvba1GJLReBd4fOftyswisn8kowxMAkvGgP_2-N3D4zcblrDTgHCbXvHCYr0HRKHgXHNnXZooTOM/s960/429480128_7575064092546434_382266187607858749_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="989" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFXyseik399D33MZmNHasPZ1BMPYCRZJnaFKKjmH8nG4QYNddmQ68Upgi2UARabBvnr0nkNF1wJEa5O3HF_dHUv8AgsyLLDwUyB_ofK0m-ugDXkFjfvba1GJLReBd4fOftyswisn8kowxMAkvGgP_2-N3D4zcblrDTgHCbXvHCYr0HRKHgXHNnXZooTOM/w742-h989/429480128_7575064092546434_382266187607858749_n.jpg" width="742" /></a></div><br /><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></i><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">My Trio of Antique Rosaries.</i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNUQjyWaCUsV_iSZS1fiS3g_D8YI-Y_Gd5obfJYirHgDfxQzQRZ1ieXpWUTKoHUtKeQtChLGrIbWJalHcDBduEfF2utOZc2hkGaQAFHOwbHjaqkuWlvNNLoAoyScT5rByhu7gLq4vJkZwIcOHThUCtMwAbDIzscmmEnNxccApHT_ZkrvIlAxDtfEYY_YI/s5152/IMG_7798.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5152" data-original-width="3864" height="995" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNUQjyWaCUsV_iSZS1fiS3g_D8YI-Y_Gd5obfJYirHgDfxQzQRZ1ieXpWUTKoHUtKeQtChLGrIbWJalHcDBduEfF2utOZc2hkGaQAFHOwbHjaqkuWlvNNLoAoyScT5rByhu7gLq4vJkZwIcOHThUCtMwAbDIzscmmEnNxccApHT_ZkrvIlAxDtfEYY_YI/w746-h995/IMG_7798.JPG" width="746" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">*******</i></div><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Blessings, Love and Light from the Arizona Desert... Dawn... The Bohemian</i></p>Bohemianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03743017084098726581noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4825579903367960408.post-14518206236895832522024-02-23T06:48:00.000-08:002024-02-23T06:58:16.162-08:00The Caregiver Diaries ~ Part Nine Million Or Thereabouts<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjneuIennMHjwfuSviCUzYICr734y8_BalX2cOB99wLTPoTdvm-Sk0LVjj1c5Sc-Y_-1E5zst0VJqZZuY8JoQDT-7knDpa4EcIDh2uEB0HA3ZkOjUyh53pTyU6IeCuJvk9-QSglDmVjK-qAHo5bqYYtVNRvmmdVhDStioL_U41pmHsyFHcHFW4JkGDLbv4/s2015/409026513_7561654523887391_5301737765166474718_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2015" data-original-width="1504" height="960" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjneuIennMHjwfuSviCUzYICr734y8_BalX2cOB99wLTPoTdvm-Sk0LVjj1c5Sc-Y_-1E5zst0VJqZZuY8JoQDT-7knDpa4EcIDh2uEB0HA3ZkOjUyh53pTyU6IeCuJvk9-QSglDmVjK-qAHo5bqYYtVNRvmmdVhDStioL_U41pmHsyFHcHFW4JkGDLbv4/w717-h960/409026513_7561654523887391_5301737765166474718_n.jpg" width="717" /></a></div><br /><p style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>Again, we'll start you out with some Food Porn. This Restaurant "Tamales Guadalajara", has the best Refried Beans EVER! This Day started out like the usual Caregiving Crap. I spent half the Day Wednesday purging more Merch out of my existing Showroom and Donating it to a Charity. I ended up with Seven Boxes full, it will mean less to move over at the end of next Month. Anything I don't want to be Selling in the New Space was Targeted. I'm going to Curate my Inventory relentlessly now for the Locked Case and New Showroom. More of what I'm Downsizing will likely just be Donated and I'm Fine with that too. The Man and I have decided that speeding up the Great Edit and Purge will benefit me in the long run, plus, I'm getting back to my Roots of what I will want to Sell at the Antique Mall and did in the beginning. Tired of trying to Cater to The Impulse Shoppers and those who Buy and prefer Crap Merch.</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimD7hXFZYaoiWUKahFhXomJv3QKzxoYmxzwlU-qVOTLxu_JnZ2XKHqG4NM2RsZq_7Ow68UIwVVr1viYFFC7P9520SBqi45STINPriLx5nl6Fn3pkUY7iC6K-P0WPuqgUvfxrp6aViz4L_bNJkA7os6FsrEWGB_zkjHy-kSb0hbHON8G0fnX5YxahiJgCE/s2015/429471613_7562592150460295_6383899803700927016_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2015" data-original-width="1504" height="963" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimD7hXFZYaoiWUKahFhXomJv3QKzxoYmxzwlU-qVOTLxu_JnZ2XKHqG4NM2RsZq_7Ow68UIwVVr1viYFFC7P9520SBqi45STINPriLx5nl6Fn3pkUY7iC6K-P0WPuqgUvfxrp6aViz4L_bNJkA7os6FsrEWGB_zkjHy-kSb0hbHON8G0fnX5YxahiJgCE/w719-h963/429471613_7562592150460295_6383899803700927016_n.jpg" width="719" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><i><br /></i></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>I'm having Ken leave all his Industrial Piping Racks in the New Showroom that he's mounted on the Ceiling and Walls, he was gonna take them with him. I just asked what it would take for him NOT to take them with him? *Winks* He quoted me a First Cousin Price, which was a Deal, and so, now they'll stay for me to hang Product on. *LOL* Benefits both of us, he shouldn't be up on Ladders and such anymore, nor doing strenuous Work while he's recovering from his Bad Fall. His Dear Wife can Thank me later. *LOL* I shouldn't be up on Ladders and such anymore either... Win~Win. I also bought another Industrial Vintage Shelving Unit from him so he can now leave that one in there too, it's got great Patina. His Fire Sale Pricing on his Displays couldn't be beat and already fit the dimensions of that Space and the Look I want.</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg46VIk4rk9DcyJmlLC2Efm1iWN7dyC3TixKOF30u_G7tbcKneZyg1b4-IhkL-BF7I75jzr5jBGO2TKnHfFSuOmsaCmDWtGLsD2Ztz6XYMB_O2kyAFKTUykuZdhptubFylqoiAEcw7EsfbBPI7K8sCR6_4KhLvJHOTndFjhXfi6IkrcorC3BooUxCxS-yc/s2015/429526414_7562817747104402_4454832632463174281_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2015" data-original-width="1504" height="963" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg46VIk4rk9DcyJmlLC2Efm1iWN7dyC3TixKOF30u_G7tbcKneZyg1b4-IhkL-BF7I75jzr5jBGO2TKnHfFSuOmsaCmDWtGLsD2Ztz6XYMB_O2kyAFKTUykuZdhptubFylqoiAEcw7EsfbBPI7K8sCR6_4KhLvJHOTndFjhXfi6IkrcorC3BooUxCxS-yc/w719-h963/429526414_7562817747104402_4454832632463174281_n.jpg" width="719" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><i><br /></i></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>I had a whole Post Written again and deleted the whole thing, I'd just gone off on a Weird and rather Dark Tangent, who knows Why? *LOL... Well we KNOW WHY, but we just won't indulge me at this juncture, for YOUR sakes, Okay? LMAO* We got Irrigation Yesterday and weren't expecting it to resume until March, so, nobody, including our Neighbors, was ready to receive it. Everyone just saw the Ditches filling up and saying, Holy Shit, we're fucking getting Water... and... once it comes you gotta do something with it to avoid a Flood!!! Yes, an E-Mail had been sent out by SRP, but, nobody probably read it in time!? I know I didn't. Everyone was thus scrambling at the 11th Hour to receive their quite early Irrigation resuming, Winter ain't over yet. It's Suspended during Winter, so usually resumes every March. I suspect all these Rains are causing them to NEED to release Water earlier?</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEief8kASjIP1136zP7QsqtTr2ucr5y2dT-1J1ZqntcE5Q1QdtYnnMfkOGaxMjS9cgLKepqWuES86JeEyO6xmD-X2eQN3pdQ4RIBTZJhKXi7itvvm-pam-bL5SOZSpD1vmOCsrE4b8_snj1tJyoM134gHbVQ5GBPcpWVTV_EmDEekSH4jbut4RSB61Buf9w/s2015/429528898_7562720547114122_7172550052066785715_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2015" data-original-width="1504" height="964" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEief8kASjIP1136zP7QsqtTr2ucr5y2dT-1J1ZqntcE5Q1QdtYnnMfkOGaxMjS9cgLKepqWuES86JeEyO6xmD-X2eQN3pdQ4RIBTZJhKXi7itvvm-pam-bL5SOZSpD1vmOCsrE4b8_snj1tJyoM134gHbVQ5GBPcpWVTV_EmDEekSH4jbut4RSB61Buf9w/w720-h964/429528898_7562720547114122_7172550052066785715_n.jpg" width="720" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><i><br /></i></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i> The Main Canals have been topping off around the City, I'd noticed it and so I should have suspected something different might have to happen. Luckily The Daughter's Boss had stayed to visit with us and helped. Yeah, I put everyone to Work when they've become like Family to us. *Winks* </i></span><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i> Her Boss is a nice Young Man and quite fit, so, he's Handy. So he and The Daughter dropped the Gates for me... and Rob, the Older Brother next door of our Neighbors, filled in for his Younger Brother TJ, who was at Work when the Irrigation came for both their Property and ours. </i></span><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">I hadn't had the Pasture cut since the last Killer Bee attacks on everyone who does Yardwork and Irrigation for me. So, it's lush like a Wild Pasture now, but, the Water moved thru it all Okay. </i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWi0VuxUHGfzE-agXpOJWr3PD2byWtnZgiSmuhUJErw56vu-Sa3W_q7u0S98p_MeBnoCQRGwp5nbzGDQSDuXn0hk0dGiWm1XfeiN2BfNqIRHAP1YLo8FGKtBt4d59isM8tA4meeQMibKoV_PfsDR5I7f1xrjOdXFdw5KYFhVBhLApHPqRprQ9kr23IS84/s2015/429546032_7562755760443934_730623076459582751_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2015" data-original-width="1504" height="968" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWi0VuxUHGfzE-agXpOJWr3PD2byWtnZgiSmuhUJErw56vu-Sa3W_q7u0S98p_MeBnoCQRGwp5nbzGDQSDuXn0hk0dGiWm1XfeiN2BfNqIRHAP1YLo8FGKtBt4d59isM8tA4meeQMibKoV_PfsDR5I7f1xrjOdXFdw5KYFhVBhLApHPqRprQ9kr23IS84/w723-h968/429546032_7562755760443934_730623076459582751_n.jpg" width="723" /></a></div><br /><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></i><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"> I've got African Daisies sprouting up in it now that it's not been cut in so long, it actually has what looks like lush Clover, Alfalfa and Sorrell growing too. </i><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Some of our Neighbors plant those kinds of Grasses to feed their Livestock, or mebbe a previous Owner did and now it's been left alone, it's growing again. It looks pretty so I don't mind, we don't have Livestock to graze it down, so, as soon as Rob gets the John Deere fixed for us, we'll have him cut it. The John Deere got flooded out when the Killer Bees swarmed and attacked it, getting INTO the Engine... they literally Killed a Tractor Mower! *LOL but, WOW, huh?* So, the new parts he must replace on it will set me back about Fifty Bucks in parts and he'll fix it for us for Free, they're Good Neighbors like that. There's been nothing that the Brothers next door can't fix. They and their Elderly Parents have Adopted us like Family since we became their Neighbors.</i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju-Qf0pXOgbJMtxj7FLskuRD_uTnjJu7VMD09JfXCRnFRgD1Bct4aEmapcB3DrxcwD7_q4J8aiixy_HswRd54zG5CN8MbKpdYLb_2B1IAjIHsZ_6cQzauInCEX2zckLEiI62TRMzUpF3akOEK0HNJAH6tS77JoGRxjykfry73i3oWojU9Md3_VWbdNDdE/s2015/429484397_7562830573769786_7172266463945092633_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2015" data-original-width="1504" height="968" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju-Qf0pXOgbJMtxj7FLskuRD_uTnjJu7VMD09JfXCRnFRgD1Bct4aEmapcB3DrxcwD7_q4J8aiixy_HswRd54zG5CN8MbKpdYLb_2B1IAjIHsZ_6cQzauInCEX2zckLEiI62TRMzUpF3akOEK0HNJAH6tS77JoGRxjykfry73i3oWojU9Md3_VWbdNDdE/w723-h968/429484397_7562830573769786_7172266463945092633_n.jpg" width="723" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><i><br /></i></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>The Daughter's first Treatment made her really ill, so she's Home from Work tossing her Cookies and in a lot of Pain. Princess T is also nauseous, I don't know what's going on with her, probably bad Allergies, since, a Storm Front has been moving in and she doesn't do well during Stormy Days. Nobody except The Man and I know the particulars about The Daughter's Health Challenges, she doesn't want anyone else worrying, as they surely would. Not that it's going to not be evident she's not doing Well, but, even tho' her Treatments are difficult, I'm Hopeful they'll promote a Healing Touch. Then I won't have to get specific with anyone about what's going on with her, respecting and protecting her Privacy. I spent Yesterday Morning and some of the Afternoon with her at the Doctor's. She has informed her Boss she's having Health Issues, but we're remaining Private with everyone about what she's battling. </i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiY2WTKgLwo3WWxf4qoaWmHyWRsIfMKqaqeD88AHrJSsHQaod84bu6P9AVglVBM5Qd1Wo0vr9C1hHqp8zn-RKNi-wbKnw9AW0bXrKmjENFgPzvZygpjrnrTzcarwC3BtgxlBj_neaOxdyHsF7eDgkT4P3-hiwlR_sY7QGtXrjRlGlATUdtVUXrPvTGkuTw/s1839/429504454_7562828370436673_1920495572401434532_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1839" data-original-width="1372" height="966" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiY2WTKgLwo3WWxf4qoaWmHyWRsIfMKqaqeD88AHrJSsHQaod84bu6P9AVglVBM5Qd1Wo0vr9C1hHqp8zn-RKNi-wbKnw9AW0bXrKmjENFgPzvZygpjrnrTzcarwC3BtgxlBj_neaOxdyHsF7eDgkT4P3-hiwlR_sY7QGtXrjRlGlATUdtVUXrPvTGkuTw/w721-h966/429504454_7562828370436673_1920495572401434532_n.jpg" width="721" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>The Middle Grandchild in Mexico has been Acting Out a lot since the Crisis with her Dad, which, was to be expected. She's the one that had the most Trauma from what happened and I knew it would negatively affect her and she'd have some severe PTSD from the experience. The Daughter is in no Condition to hear or Deal with such Bad News about one of her Children. But, the Dear Aunt and Uncle who took her in to finish Raising her, just can't handle it. It was excellent placement, they have Wealth and Influence, they treat her like their own Child, but it isn't working out. So, they called The Daughter to explain it's too much responsibility and they're worried about things going sideways with her, understandable, they don't want the rest of the Family Blaming them if the Child is out of control and going Buck Wild and rebellious. </i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxNw3Idef7awPNbk1j52Tcm1fREFz1aaMvDI6SEeTVHkyISXtdOFe7PHrW1o7gQVkfzFYqNJPLkqgTcvpNgF8MHI8OrwuoQ7lyMZm0G8-ASKPo7LLfTQjHy1MECspVLHzzUFTHUmeC-ZuhQoHjPvsL6a0VZ9pP6jc2-Z0-TGwFslxdOCKmPJ9JtnwlYK8/s2015/429476182_7557841990935311_2043494101880074732_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2015" data-original-width="1504" height="967" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxNw3Idef7awPNbk1j52Tcm1fREFz1aaMvDI6SEeTVHkyISXtdOFe7PHrW1o7gQVkfzFYqNJPLkqgTcvpNgF8MHI8OrwuoQ7lyMZm0G8-ASKPo7LLfTQjHy1MECspVLHzzUFTHUmeC-ZuhQoHjPvsL6a0VZ9pP6jc2-Z0-TGwFslxdOCKmPJ9JtnwlYK8/w722-h967/429476182_7557841990935311_2043494101880074732_n.jpg" width="722" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><i><br /></i></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i> We are worried too, but, nothing we can do from this side of the Border, since we couldn't get any of the Children into the Country due to the Immigration and Border Fiasco, such that it just is. We spent a Fortune trying and The Daughter ended up really Sickly due to going back to Mexico and it was a tremendously stressful and unsafe situation for her that extended into Months. We all ended up running out of Resources and had to just bring her back Home and divvy up the Children with Relatives who would agree to take them in and finish Raising them all. So, we're scrambling to find alternative Safe Placement for that Grandchild again with other Relatives in Mexico. Problem is, nobody wants her, since, she's going to be a more difficult placement and hard to place Child with Mental Health and Behavioral Health Issues now. </i></span><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Other than that everything is Swell. *Bwahahaha* </i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisF1XP1jdVc51N6GjaFVkJAzG2DkmZdjVR9052U2qzyE2oIWCzXij8iUfvnXovXqC0BR39st4AgZEq6_T0903aEcW7EfXOXksvGJ0qGvv2vxgVYhaHVohn0N8kLzLSwaWje1rJwhlSzffcwqohMRFQ15ijzLtcBeu6Qj7Fi46G11rNpkEL1ghNzykHf28/s3293/IMG_0554.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3293" data-original-width="2200" height="1082" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisF1XP1jdVc51N6GjaFVkJAzG2DkmZdjVR9052U2qzyE2oIWCzXij8iUfvnXovXqC0BR39st4AgZEq6_T0903aEcW7EfXOXksvGJ0qGvv2vxgVYhaHVohn0N8kLzLSwaWje1rJwhlSzffcwqohMRFQ15ijzLtcBeu6Qj7Fi46G11rNpkEL1ghNzykHf28/w723-h1082/IMG_0554.JPG" width="723" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"> I filled in a Shift for Co-Worker Kristi, last Night. She'd been the one to fill in for me so I could take The Man's Birthday Off this past Sunday on a Holiday Sale Weekend, so, I Owed her one. It isn't that busy on a Thursday Night and the Two Co-Workers working it are Friends of mine, so we had a good Evening working together. In fact, my Friend Dan The Man gave me a Novelty Vintage Knife to give to The Man as a belated Birthday Gift from he and his Wife Rita. It's shaped like a Horseshoe and has Old Advertisement from an Oil Company in Cali on the Leather parts, small, very Unique and Unusual, the Blades splay out from each side like Box Cutters, never seen one like it before. He Loved it. </i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0pKhpo-mpQWjk_34pGcwb92zHLtXgoc0eICTSXFYb7ApNR_ZzhhMSKlaoDwt3hvJYk5Lg7FrwD6xdbCG7nZGIx898fH1VHWdf6z4wEvOFbBl2DQeTz49TBxP1zu0BmPREokNbb5NrCW0Fd3PlDGFv5mPGu5nLKKcN2-Rx9hBFzJXz4r4Q_zROWcY3uEM/s2987/IMG_1531.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2987" data-original-width="2285" height="942" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0pKhpo-mpQWjk_34pGcwb92zHLtXgoc0eICTSXFYb7ApNR_ZzhhMSKlaoDwt3hvJYk5Lg7FrwD6xdbCG7nZGIx898fH1VHWdf6z4wEvOFbBl2DQeTz49TBxP1zu0BmPREokNbb5NrCW0Fd3PlDGFv5mPGu5nLKKcN2-Rx9hBFzJXz4r4Q_zROWcY3uEM/w721-h942/IMG_1531.JPG" width="721" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><i><br /></i></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>With having both Girls Home Sick and Throwing Up constantly, The Man has gotten quite edgy, he doesn't handle stressors like that well anymore. I told him to Calm Down, since the Worry about them both was manifesting in him becoming quite agitated and yelling, he just doesn't know what to do and totally discombobulates and gets quite fearful about things he can't control. Anymore, when he is Emotionally Raw, he Yells a lot and completely falls apart Emotionally. I'm sure it's the onset of a form of Dementia, which just exacerbates the symptoms of his Traumatic Brain Injury, which also has to be managed with a certain Finesse. I have to get Firmly Mad at him before he can or will Calm Down and get Centered tho', or he'd be Triggering the rest of them and it'd be Pandemonium here at The Asylum. *Le Sigh*</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1gJHtwB-2Nbof7Z_P19r4LEr0kMV4UyOZKKtF8Cri6YwJq5A3FaCp7r8NIaYIDFLVtSO6T0aPTRXt8abURRXYXFqZ7CowH9g-g2aOq4bA6Tbb58tMv2_lu1ulkb2QDT-YzlEiPE2hfBgdDPxvg_btqYmF4ZKT5-Kb7OGkX52NJuRo2nYdCilVApRUMT0/s2048/283033378_5374954325882836_1992673059525996710_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="962" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1gJHtwB-2Nbof7Z_P19r4LEr0kMV4UyOZKKtF8Cri6YwJq5A3FaCp7r8NIaYIDFLVtSO6T0aPTRXt8abURRXYXFqZ7CowH9g-g2aOq4bA6Tbb58tMv2_lu1ulkb2QDT-YzlEiPE2hfBgdDPxvg_btqYmF4ZKT5-Kb7OGkX52NJuRo2nYdCilVApRUMT0/w722-h962/283033378_5374954325882836_1992673059525996710_n.jpg" width="722" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><i><br /></i></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>The Daughter and Granddaughter were both already feeling really Sick, so I didn't need them Crying too becoz Dad/Grandpa was yelling and seeming Mad that they were not Well this Morning. I know he gets Scared and his Anger is Fear is disguise, he Loves his Girls and is very Protective of both of them. He can't handle when they seem really Ill and so he falls apart, which isn't Helpful. I immediately firmly told him if he wasn't being Helpful, he needed to just Knock it Off, Stop and Calm Down, which, he reluctantly did. *Winks* I don't Yell, in fact, if I get Chilly and Eerily Calm on your Ass, then they know it's an ultimatum to be heeded and Dial it way the fuck back. The Quieter and Calmer I get, the more Trouble you're likely to be facing if you're becoming confrontational with me. *LOL* Caregiver 101: Never let 'em see you Sweat or Crack under Pressure. Or you're doomed! *Winks*</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwJzr3nOCZ6P22HKxZmG8hn1f7jqON6v0gSc9z5ra3Pe0nrOcQdKgk6YPgV0MtmyvcJWcJUMhk8IK8pKxeiiI2NY323wKbeu6ackUpehDlbPBvHp8bi-3GZL4AMFL47R4qjA1H20EnSlVWn-3c1ydtHFn3BBkfTACqq-jy-r1WDEOgbl21RTu6SyNHRcM/s2048/283316748_5374954205882848_2951768373062629079_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="962" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwJzr3nOCZ6P22HKxZmG8hn1f7jqON6v0gSc9z5ra3Pe0nrOcQdKgk6YPgV0MtmyvcJWcJUMhk8IK8pKxeiiI2NY323wKbeu6ackUpehDlbPBvHp8bi-3GZL4AMFL47R4qjA1H20EnSlVWn-3c1ydtHFn3BBkfTACqq-jy-r1WDEOgbl21RTu6SyNHRcM/w722-h962/283316748_5374954205882848_2951768373062629079_n.jpg" width="722" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><i><br /></i></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>So, now there's no Trouble in Paradise, it's only 6:00 in the Morning, but I got everyone done with their Cookie Tossing and back to Bed. I got The Man Calmed Down to where he's rolled his Ass back to Bed too... and I'm quietly now re-writing this whole Post in Peace, Quiet and Tranquility. *Whew* Are we having Fun yet? *Eye Roll* Well, my Coping Mechanism happens to be that during extreme Crisis, I don't and can't FEEL anything Emotionally. I just handle it all and do so by rote and unemotionally, yep, without Feeling any Emotions about any of it. You can't have the Luxury of Emotion when you're Dealing with Too Much, since, it would not at all be Helpful. My Shut Down Mode tends to make it so that I can just Deal with everything Calmly and Methodically and not Feel a Damned Thing about any of it. Numbness Works for me.</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnvQaSm49kvnUCQ5GZ6jHTZiPYfspaY9yfe2ps5wdqhpE_mZlUg0eOtp0jlzUSIKe-4_JENFXr6QvLwZzLGfc0U7eLWMNKFwtzhCj7Menu-8T1Z2tKI1oRkWQgIVCoa2p5sd0yuec58flJCm_UBqkvSwhqLpt5r8W5iz_9H8JoRyyhvgYwsQ-mD4zlqhU/s960/102458709_3253298178048472_1378896063656325089_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="968" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnvQaSm49kvnUCQ5GZ6jHTZiPYfspaY9yfe2ps5wdqhpE_mZlUg0eOtp0jlzUSIKe-4_JENFXr6QvLwZzLGfc0U7eLWMNKFwtzhCj7Menu-8T1Z2tKI1oRkWQgIVCoa2p5sd0yuec58flJCm_UBqkvSwhqLpt5r8W5iz_9H8JoRyyhvgYwsQ-mD4zlqhU/w726-h968/102458709_3253298178048472_1378896063656325089_n.jpg" width="726" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><i><br /></i></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>Besides, the rest of them have enuf Excess and Over The Top Emotion FOR all of us, so I don't NEED to have any myself. *LOL* So, if I stay Stoic, Calm and Steady, it tends to deescalate their High Drama and gives the Illusion I've got everything under Control and every little things gonna be alright. {Cue in Bob Marley... LOL} My Dad was like that too and I recall that my Dad's lack of ever getting Freaked Out was like a Bedrock for everyone else to Anchor to. I remember even my Dad's Military Friends saying that in Vietnam, Dad never wavered in remaining completely Calm and unphased by being in a War Zone. And he was in Food Service, so they didn't get issued Weapons and were Unarmed, just like Medics and Clergy. It didn't bother him, he remained Fearless and had Strategies for every situation he anticipated COULD happen.</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzyPebI7R7cIrRun2qltaNpIDiZG_2SprqaRAXklfRZJ5PvuaozDSUgCoAE7V506Br6kslfR14xRzw0PYfFu8-_Oy4B80o64TZ_iObsR0IBO8hCHGgZK6NLLYHS0KkPpKzwxfLeaxX98yepPj41V2lYzssQERzT4VwZvstR9US52NfifmSjrOJ7xu2Prw/s1613/89825357_3052172154827743_4419373725263069184_nd.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1613" data-original-width="1077" height="1087" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzyPebI7R7cIrRun2qltaNpIDiZG_2SprqaRAXklfRZJ5PvuaozDSUgCoAE7V506Br6kslfR14xRzw0PYfFu8-_Oy4B80o64TZ_iObsR0IBO8hCHGgZK6NLLYHS0KkPpKzwxfLeaxX98yepPj41V2lYzssQERzT4VwZvstR9US52NfifmSjrOJ7xu2Prw/w727-h1087/89825357_3052172154827743_4419373725263069184_nd.jpg" width="727" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><i><br /></i></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i> I never saw my Dad flustered, yelling, not able to handle anything and everything with complete Calm. He was Stoic no matter what Chaos around him was happening or what he was going thru. And he went thru some Hard Knocks Life and a Hand Dealt that many people probably never would have even Survived, let alone Thrive in and turn out Okay. I don't know what he might have been Feeling, but, it never showed and he never cracked under pressure. I Admired that and try to emulate it... and, it works for me too. I do miss Soliciting his Sage Wisdom and astute Advice, but I do try to Imagine what he'd tell me to do in every Situation and Crisis that arises. I always default to one of his best pieces of Advice if I don't know what to do or am afraid: DO <b>something</b>... and just DO it Afraid then. </i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjttWjKsXzpKVUlEcZ8nLOW0nXR-8860-KpvOJ6WJahz3EsS01HiXltSbuQte9hqqUHrg9-GdeJIeDjW4W3vlPcRUcfw7DSOQW-QuvjdMpz7dchZ3ZOPzBYuLPj0Ba3OpF6cc8Q4Y29Eyvdx_4bdoxMFzVENQQgYF37ZCNFxXvd0Hp9j9jCcgIF7J0ee6s/s1024/the-scream.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="810" height="917" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjttWjKsXzpKVUlEcZ8nLOW0nXR-8860-KpvOJ6WJahz3EsS01HiXltSbuQte9hqqUHrg9-GdeJIeDjW4W3vlPcRUcfw7DSOQW-QuvjdMpz7dchZ3ZOPzBYuLPj0Ba3OpF6cc8Q4Y29Eyvdx_4bdoxMFzVENQQgYF37ZCNFxXvd0Hp9j9jCcgIF7J0ee6s/w725-h917/the-scream.jpg" width="725" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><i><br /></i></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>Dad felt that doing nothing solved nothing. He also felt Fear was actually a great Motivator and Instinct that could be quite beneficial, especially in dangerous situations. Fight or Flight is a powerful Natural Instinct, doing either might just Save your Life. Doing nothing might just end your Life or that of those around you. We got far too many Nothing Doers these days and it's showing up in ways that have caused a serious decline of our Nation, it's National Security and Well Being IMO, since, if you're not part of the Solution, you ARE part of the Problem, plain and simple. You can't just be a Fence Sitter and think somehow that's gonna Work Out Swell if you don't engage and just Hope everyone else is gonna fix what's Wrong while you do Nothing. The Old Saying is Right, DO <b>something</b>, Lead, Follow, or get the fuck out of the way. Too many Bitches are in the way and be Trippin', or, mebbe we pushed some. *Winks*</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOatNRPi_XN6-K4Nm5H4eIFYkqstGOsao_-aOquxTldX84YsyScJ0sSOQjiBJ5KH2lPhTj0MdiT5zjwuTT_HsUkOk_8xMOfmgwotNfxeid4Pu55g0f_-8MOvCL3c0hgteMLV0QbZVoKAtqRTx0nQmyJHxy1ZkV7pA_9hNoIZ1iCnPz30j7MCKeogwMWzg/s2601/058.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2601" data-original-width="1939" height="972" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOatNRPi_XN6-K4Nm5H4eIFYkqstGOsao_-aOquxTldX84YsyScJ0sSOQjiBJ5KH2lPhTj0MdiT5zjwuTT_HsUkOk_8xMOfmgwotNfxeid4Pu55g0f_-8MOvCL3c0hgteMLV0QbZVoKAtqRTx0nQmyJHxy1ZkV7pA_9hNoIZ1iCnPz30j7MCKeogwMWzg/w726-h972/058.JPG" width="726" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>I think it's gonna be a very Stormy Day and I really wanted to try to get some things done Outside. I have Inventory out in Vintage Milk Crates on the Back Patio to Price and get into the Showroom. I decided I might as well keep bringing in Fresh Merch during March, to keep Sales Strong. Even Ken is bringing in more Merch and he's already given his Vacate Notice on Showroom #140. If you're Renting the Space you might as well Maximize it, even tho' the eventual Move Out will be more Work. I did Sell some of the larger items I just Marked Down, so now they're out of the way and I'm concentrating mostly on Smalls now to restock my existing Showroom. They'd be easier to Move Out or Over at the beginning and end of March, to the Locked Showcase and New Showroom. </i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYBAAlSVvrDt-sVPDtFwPmjvHDeyt2BfNKeCufq9H6p_n7PPT9w_1HvREkKvf4aKdqUEc0HRlU1Jt2rFj2ucbHrLsYRXtD-lC3ZoUM81MGcpxcA2QlJOwTix0_mZNcM4tsl3XaVJo3R1k5sAr4Lr-KfZVB6hH8QnZHpB7jaI5RcXzGtjzGsSbNNNnl-vc/s800/18447470_1413103058732663_5965010839033674944_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="533" height="1082" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYBAAlSVvrDt-sVPDtFwPmjvHDeyt2BfNKeCufq9H6p_n7PPT9w_1HvREkKvf4aKdqUEc0HRlU1Jt2rFj2ucbHrLsYRXtD-lC3ZoUM81MGcpxcA2QlJOwTix0_mZNcM4tsl3XaVJo3R1k5sAr4Lr-KfZVB6hH8QnZHpB7jaI5RcXzGtjzGsSbNNNnl-vc/w720-h1082/18447470_1413103058732663_5965010839033674944_n.jpg" width="720" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><i><br /></i></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>*******</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>Keep On Keeping On my Friends... Dawn... The Bohemian</i></span></p>Bohemianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03743017084098726581noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4825579903367960408.post-36678828999855504142024-02-21T06:35:00.000-08:002024-02-21T06:36:18.505-08:00A Grandiose Vision<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheIkhWvU6FddnK8CLOareKrrBkiQcUiCTTaGKUFbOaFCAwevzOKTpxjEhms3jiGGlE2Kf83NSouF57P-2wWowS7aUX-AEm67HGhNuLoFML0VuSBA-7xYpLhukzH93JVDR3bvLT-jY_usJM8klRkjko536ZzMTu19Op7c6mXrMilYcLDmI7FuEVGqOD-vU/s2015/428469376_7550309531688557_4853958054904641604_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2015" data-original-width="1504" height="1001" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheIkhWvU6FddnK8CLOareKrrBkiQcUiCTTaGKUFbOaFCAwevzOKTpxjEhms3jiGGlE2Kf83NSouF57P-2wWowS7aUX-AEm67HGhNuLoFML0VuSBA-7xYpLhukzH93JVDR3bvLT-jY_usJM8klRkjko536ZzMTu19Op7c6mXrMilYcLDmI7FuEVGqOD-vU/w747-h1001/428469376_7550309531688557_4853958054904641604_n.jpg" width="747" /></a></div><br /><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>I think we'll start out the Post with Food Porn... the rest of February should go smoothly. There's Two more Events I plan to attend, both on the same Weekend at the end of the Month. One is at a Nature Preserve we do a lot of Environmental Cleanup at, they do a Festival to promote the Preserve and I like to Support those Causes. The other is the "Highland Yard Vintage" Event and it's Hosted at a large Antique Mall "Merchant Square" in a big Warehouse behind the large Mall, so it's always a fantastic Two-Fer Experience. This Month's Market there will have the Theme of "Vintage In Bloom". I like the Spring Market Themes, it gets me in the Mood for all that is the next Season as Spring is on the Horizon. </i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1Qed8HOTsnIE14vMANtzoduFAxmJ_Jkxr3wfQSh8iLGeyYrRIN4mLF1gWOh-08AYINtVSmHZGMGqMVD9bcZd2GHiihtJsYAE-w9JHaoJ7cR9MOfMJFQMM31hEGg-VT1g7VLylvaD3jole3r_lOaFXB18Y5KMZ1T-KpJV794PudYk8gt_qEbz3nwkuR4c/s2015/428474948_7550316098354567_3130482873005896866_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2015" data-original-width="1504" height="995" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1Qed8HOTsnIE14vMANtzoduFAxmJ_Jkxr3wfQSh8iLGeyYrRIN4mLF1gWOh-08AYINtVSmHZGMGqMVD9bcZd2GHiihtJsYAE-w9JHaoJ7cR9MOfMJFQMM31hEGg-VT1g7VLylvaD3jole3r_lOaFXB18Y5KMZ1T-KpJV794PudYk8gt_qEbz3nwkuR4c/w743-h995/428474948_7550316098354567_3130482873005896866_n.jpg" width="743" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><i><br /></i></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>I spent this day cleaning up more of the Back Patio area. The Kids use it a lot, so I reconfigured the Furniture in that section. I swapped out my Antique Square Farmhouse Table they were using, and gave them a Modern Fold Out one to use, so my Old Farmhouse Table wouldn't have such hard use. Now my Old Table is for my use out there only and I cleaned the surface. I also am still working on all the stuff Allen put out there from the Art Studio Space, in time I'd like none of it to be out there. It's slowly but surely getting done, I have a finite amount of Stamina and Energy, so every Project gets drawn out now.</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq7LC5XMiMEqO5MmX6Dk-jXE265Z3IC5WVwFoZq9nSOHbl7wSlqXbxKE7oi4_6UmEcMiRNhP6BPJcWoQW5ZrAVPcA9ky_ZYcssYdwOPbn5IqdhiF2i7ohCpZTTSC4h-HGMb36EPjHDxyA_sWbeyQvpyFa7LWK77GdDEta9WG77C-DJPPfsJMaZ0osivZw/s1722/008.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1722" data-original-width="1481" height="862" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq7LC5XMiMEqO5MmX6Dk-jXE265Z3IC5WVwFoZq9nSOHbl7wSlqXbxKE7oi4_6UmEcMiRNhP6BPJcWoQW5ZrAVPcA9ky_ZYcssYdwOPbn5IqdhiF2i7ohCpZTTSC4h-HGMb36EPjHDxyA_sWbeyQvpyFa7LWK77GdDEta9WG77C-DJPPfsJMaZ0osivZw/w741-h862/008.JPG" width="741" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>The biggest downside to Old Age is the limitations that begin to come with it. You have to acknowledge and work within those advancing limitations. After what seems like a ridiculously short period of time, I feel exhaustion setting in. Often I even need a Nap to recover from a lot of physical or mental exertion now. It's freakin' annoying!!! *LOL* So, I just do what I can, for as long as I can, and then do some more Tomorrow. Slow progress, but, if done with consistency, some day it will all get Done and attain the Goal I've Envisioned. It's a grandiose Vision, but, it's the one I have and I'm going for it. I can't Work with a Vision that's too Small... go Big or go Home.</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghYDjz_YU_-RmbRnrE6bLvO7vR9fP_GKdnu5g21OoTQve11_nC6a6nw3TUMYMZa2CaTY1JPylO3l2trIspYg-GaedafkoA4mkIFC94SW8H6V_8Fc-CU2jI9DporWTlQ6_jCUPw2RtSjUWTxvcvfAEk3myQAaLdHQBLMvIolazi6WbcTiaOH8HC3p8cETo/s1798/041b.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1798" data-original-width="1255" height="1067" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghYDjz_YU_-RmbRnrE6bLvO7vR9fP_GKdnu5g21OoTQve11_nC6a6nw3TUMYMZa2CaTY1JPylO3l2trIspYg-GaedafkoA4mkIFC94SW8H6V_8Fc-CU2jI9DporWTlQ6_jCUPw2RtSjUWTxvcvfAEk3myQAaLdHQBLMvIolazi6WbcTiaOH8HC3p8cETo/w743-h1067/041b.JPG" width="743" /></a></div><br /><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>The Daughter got back to back very Bad News so I felt really bad for her, she held it together well, considering the weight and gravity of it all. One was about her Health, the other was about her Middle Child in Mexico. All I can do is be Supportive and Hope everything works out for the Best eventually concerning both worrisome Situations. Some things aren't within our Control and you just have to accept that Fact and move thru it without allowing it to derail you. Stay in a position of Strength if you can, regardless of the Issues of Life that come against any of us, often without Warning. Anyway, it is what is just is and Life is usually complicated in one way or another. When you're up against the big things, then the petty things come into sharper perspective. I guess that's why I can't be bothered with petty shit and petty people... we got big things to Deal with.</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_7DzwfgUmhKUbm53SdmlxXXZfyzg6qoPRAkeGC1K6JQJ5aeEa_rinSkE46SMkWtRGGwaWHIZzEzoHnvB35YpPj5SP_z9eIdJpG2lpKuPq5sxmd-nF6W0I0_fiea-OPXENgEWC5FF3kwhmb7djJqqsMKFf6wfsXHZ5mVOV3HF4MtxD9dIj6nbbZ0c-7NI/s3296/024.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3296" data-original-width="2472" height="996" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_7DzwfgUmhKUbm53SdmlxXXZfyzg6qoPRAkeGC1K6JQJ5aeEa_rinSkE46SMkWtRGGwaWHIZzEzoHnvB35YpPj5SP_z9eIdJpG2lpKuPq5sxmd-nF6W0I0_fiea-OPXENgEWC5FF3kwhmb7djJqqsMKFf6wfsXHZ5mVOV3HF4MtxD9dIj6nbbZ0c-7NI/w747-h996/024.JPG" width="747" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><i><br /></i></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>I got the Move In Date for my New Showroom, it's March 31st, and March 3rd for my Locked Case at the Antique Mall. I won't give Notice to Vacate my current Showroom until about Two Weeks before my New Showroom Move-In. That way I have about 10-14 Days, give or take, to transition from one Room to the other without rushing or being under too much pressure of a short deadline. Since you pay a Month in Advance, when you give Notice to Vacate, you're now prepaid for that last Month of Rent. I already Pre-Paid my Move-In to the New Showroom and the Locked Case in advance... so all the outlay is done. Funny how Word gets around the Mall's Grapevine and Rumor Mill tho'. </i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-nbpo0PmdrK0P-ICNJEn3sVzZedAq5mUX8zxMWg7mbTBWpgeRHW4cCrGIAZHinakM1dwk1LVlEKVB4MzAqQDZa6NYJk1A739MMfCe6YCyAYlQTaMtAChnU73OdaK00lOUlk380kB8OlbDGUrO0zJLzcvxiezOnF1ZPQ7_qnJZEVhlMGekPw-T0-mZUgI/s2777/017.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2777" data-original-width="2049" height="1013" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-nbpo0PmdrK0P-ICNJEn3sVzZedAq5mUX8zxMWg7mbTBWpgeRHW4cCrGIAZHinakM1dwk1LVlEKVB4MzAqQDZa6NYJk1A739MMfCe6YCyAYlQTaMtAChnU73OdaK00lOUlk380kB8OlbDGUrO0zJLzcvxiezOnF1ZPQ7_qnJZEVhlMGekPw-T0-mZUgI/w747-h1013/017.JPG" width="747" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><i><br /></i></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Vendors I don't even know and have never seen before have come up and asked me about me Vacating my current Showroom, and I haven't yet even given Notice! *LOL* I'm cordial and polite about it, but in my Head I'm thinking, WHO the Hell ARE you and how do you know my Business? *LMAO* I don't Care, I suppose many of them are on long Waiting Lists and so even the Rumor of someone giving up a Space gets them all chomping at the Bit and Hopeful. I've even had some be presumptuous to assume they might by attrition get the Space, nope, barking up the wrong Tree there. *Bwahahaha* It's not my decision to make, who gets what there. I'm just a Tenant and I'm not cutting Side Deals with anyone whose trying to buck the System in place.</i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsu_LVuTz4Li8jEzLDBESE0XKhm1wm1uf_vNQ-a5NDYwhrt5_XhQMCA9J0WH7lV0UnXMBOQkU2UG9EK02KOIOYq4t9E_vaiEXa9J2RNRWoITYvS9rDkB2rcCW0K5YKDYfy4F4S4Pb-kR4l-yJnHK9-2g27ttxJ3GOyTmEp0rTuDqbY-T-j6l87W8CfWCk/s2200/002de.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2200" data-original-width="1610" height="1021" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsu_LVuTz4Li8jEzLDBESE0XKhm1wm1uf_vNQ-a5NDYwhrt5_XhQMCA9J0WH7lV0UnXMBOQkU2UG9EK02KOIOYq4t9E_vaiEXa9J2RNRWoITYvS9rDkB2rcCW0K5YKDYfy4F4S4Pb-kR4l-yJnHK9-2g27ttxJ3GOyTmEp0rTuDqbY-T-j6l87W8CfWCk/w746-h1021/002de.JPG" width="746" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><i><br /></i></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>I just know I'm not Interested in keeping an Extra Showroom and paying for that much Rented Real Estate, no matter if it's Premium Space. And, I'm also not Interested in Sharing that Space or becoming Partners with anyone, EVER. Partnerships to me are just another complex situation to manage the personality of another individual who I can't control the actual Actions and Decisions of. So, just not baggage I wanna manage or deal with. I answer to nobody about my Hustle and decisions, so I have complete Freedom about what I decide without considering any Business Partners. So, I'd rather they make their own Mistakes on their own and keep me out of their Loop too. I've seen Vendors Share Space to Save on Rent, it rarely Ends Well. I don't Rent or enter into anything Contractual that I can't afford on my own.</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i> </i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9scbAj9uZovM7H5CEe2H8dJwiVvBXDiS-jA0uS7kAyBcmlxEuUmweQ-fzIS-7mMVlA5HDrjBEguv81eow7TqS7jt2KU3fesHCpkkgxyeBHDIef-DI4EMAmOL5GchK7i1roI25f7r3k_kgfFn1kBkzant7TMyCnrvIcESzKN6z3skvs52VHmbzF75MQFs/s2348/028d.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2348" data-original-width="1585" height="1107" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9scbAj9uZovM7H5CEe2H8dJwiVvBXDiS-jA0uS7kAyBcmlxEuUmweQ-fzIS-7mMVlA5HDrjBEguv81eow7TqS7jt2KU3fesHCpkkgxyeBHDIef-DI4EMAmOL5GchK7i1roI25f7r3k_kgfFn1kBkzant7TMyCnrvIcESzKN6z3skvs52VHmbzF75MQFs/w747-h1107/028d.JPG" width="747" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><i><br /></i></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>My Observation has been that most people who want you to Partner with them, might be struggling to afford their Vision on their own and NEED a Partner. I don't have need of a Partner, so I don't want one. I can Bankroll my own Vision without Help or compromise. Sharing Space with my Granddaughter is all the Partnering we need becoz we KNOW each other and it's mutually beneficial. We do it together for reasons other than Profits. This is what we do just for Fun and to enjoy doing something together that we both like to do and have done together since she was a very Small Child. It's been Educational for her and something to do in Retirement for me, that is a means to an end to Downsize possessions and excess most profitably.</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiW5X6C-E0eZBcHCvkqUUCamnaSE1fGcNtDIli9MfgFrWrDLeWJSaMxQOyrOcVe_Txc8EOWRJt_jhD0HKhfXfKBxjd3VyA9YFYmVuEUA0OHyWGUqiL3x4tt_Z92KDhb7OM6nBR1QQe1VI_zYGEBJWxIUiCNOAida5pGCwHLuiRv2y0UFuNh0nKZkVztdtU/s3296/005.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3296" data-original-width="2472" height="996" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiW5X6C-E0eZBcHCvkqUUCamnaSE1fGcNtDIli9MfgFrWrDLeWJSaMxQOyrOcVe_Txc8EOWRJt_jhD0HKhfXfKBxjd3VyA9YFYmVuEUA0OHyWGUqiL3x4tt_Z92KDhb7OM6nBR1QQe1VI_zYGEBJWxIUiCNOAida5pGCwHLuiRv2y0UFuNh0nKZkVztdtU/w747-h996/005.JPG" width="747" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><i><br /></i></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>It's been a great Social Outlet for our entire Family, we've met a lot of Kindred Spirits doing it and made Good Friends over the Years. I'm still meeting new folks that I'm getting to know via the Shared Interests. I've even become Friends with folks that started out as Customers... or I was their Customer. I still do a lot of Trading with other people who like what I have and have what I want. Easter will be at the end of March and actually falls on my Move-In Date to the Showroom this Year. Next Year it falls closer to the end of April. I didn't used to understand Why the huge fluctuation in when it's Celebrated. Now I know it's tied to March Equinox and thru a computus calculation of Paschal Full Moon {Ecclesiastical Full Moon of the Northern Spring}. Yeah, way deeper than my comprehension. *LOL*</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3TohmvT8dHjWWpRc-axC9qeGxvuMFv2ncsDpcCQKCUmn1kngu_0bPxzLlOibd4ddUYw_dS9ufH00vDfX88Jg6q6OrqeZZhzzYFm8VPgzkGAxTBhqUp7UPkqrI3CIRVuGhYAt48a2OAKqxLgU-bJP51sMLV877hvtJ6RO2e58vxSMyiTZNtsT3QHPbai8/s2200/017.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2200" data-original-width="1648" height="1000" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3TohmvT8dHjWWpRc-axC9qeGxvuMFv2ncsDpcCQKCUmn1kngu_0bPxzLlOibd4ddUYw_dS9ufH00vDfX88Jg6q6OrqeZZhzzYFm8VPgzkGAxTBhqUp7UPkqrI3CIRVuGhYAt48a2OAKqxLgU-bJP51sMLV877hvtJ6RO2e58vxSMyiTZNtsT3QHPbai8/w750-h1000/017.JPG" width="750" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><i><br /></i></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i> Slowly I've been finding my Easter Collections and gathering them. I want to eventually Display them permanently like I do my other Holiday Collectibles. I've been Collecting Pysanky, Ukrainian Easter Eggs, for many Years. Some are Real Eggs done in the Tradition, others are Wooden Eggs done in the Tradition and are much less Fragile. Each being a tiny Work of Art... the Designs only limited by the Artist's Imagination or Traditions of Time Honored Cultural Design. I have tried my Hand at it and wasn't very good, so I just Buy mine. *LOL* Way back in the 1970's they used to have an exhibition during Easter of the Ukrainian Community Creating the Pysanky Eggs, it was fascinating to watch the process.</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIGMOHcmDvr_VHGHvwzccXT0qpEh0WZJ0inBXToME-NMW33pokp-lDXHSrAuo4v8lytgoaXy019J6gfuMNF7rpT2Yfo7tqhYPsuEPF0-vBC_3x_XBtza7wjo0p7jNg8GtfdmuSy0w5SX2NBungeZ97_-xvnT61n9dNVs6elgPAIHYIZOhLmVAzZu7u6vE/s732/7080b9f0a044b2fcd18cde3284fe2c63.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="732" data-original-width="499" height="1106" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIGMOHcmDvr_VHGHvwzccXT0qpEh0WZJ0inBXToME-NMW33pokp-lDXHSrAuo4v8lytgoaXy019J6gfuMNF7rpT2Yfo7tqhYPsuEPF0-vBC_3x_XBtza7wjo0p7jNg8GtfdmuSy0w5SX2NBungeZ97_-xvnT61n9dNVs6elgPAIHYIZOhLmVAzZu7u6vE/w754-h1106/7080b9f0a044b2fcd18cde3284fe2c63.jpg" width="754" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i>I have some Antique Chocolate Easter Molds. We used to have a Vendor at the Antique Mall who was Selling Off their Lifetime Collection of them. Hard to find them now that Vendor isn't there, you're Lucky if a Vendor has a single one to Sell. Also, they can command really high prices that are out of my League. So, my personal Collection of them is quite small and likely to remain so. I don't Care, how small a Collection is if it's something I really enjoy. Plus, I'll never Sell my Antique Chocolate Easter Molds. I suspect a lot of people who have them hold onto them and why you rarely see them up For Sale? Online Auctions have a slew Listed, but most look more Modern or are clearly Repops, even if Listed otherwise.</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i><br /></i></div><i><br /></i></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRtMBmaGQZ50g2hVKR-FWU7isi3wfHZiXMzZSPN0YR6GqxbGwOwdELHVGIqh7UU76Jpc7bXw-s_M3uQnbQq3XFhXYpUIA1rF8GI1u9FpYYivagffJYES9Jw1_Fn0cRP004wKWjuw80nlC1cwENCXJjkbz0xgG_XbEgHDoAqyA0iYeuJXRHnbpriOIYWDM/s3296/015.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3296" data-original-width="2472" height="1003" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRtMBmaGQZ50g2hVKR-FWU7isi3wfHZiXMzZSPN0YR6GqxbGwOwdELHVGIqh7UU76Jpc7bXw-s_M3uQnbQq3XFhXYpUIA1rF8GI1u9FpYYivagffJYES9Jw1_Fn0cRP004wKWjuw80nlC1cwENCXJjkbz0xgG_XbEgHDoAqyA0iYeuJXRHnbpriOIYWDM/w752-h1003/015.JPG" width="752" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><i><br /></i></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>Princess T is now beyond Easter Baskets or Easter Egg Hunting, so, we don't do that much for Easter prep as we used to when we had underage Children. I don't even attend my Church anymore, after Pandemic they do all of their Services Online and I can go Virtually. I no longer do Volunteer Street Ministry Work in the Field now, or Food Ministry Work. I did both for Decades as a Volunteer aiding marginalized populations and Street People. Along with working my Careers. But as you get Older and become a Vulnerable Adult's Age, it can be riskier Work and physically too demanding as well to do what I once did. Yes, in Retirement, sometimes I miss my Volunteer Work, yet, rarely miss the Careers I got Paid so well to do.</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"> </i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3wxiQMtwfGRiley7_h0InAflzN-pVxje03pZ2lzZB-DboR7HX5knKbLQAb7xvCUGUUiLDkIQQ238FZJOiudgm__yzwsClSXlChYwhkBgL1blXsdAL1i-wW_Fg6Y4fqqg3i-OjIyCMYEKQ-TXOKKLvKkXfFEeWavlHG00DdZo5E389sWS1GosJKSiu4Xc/s2590/030.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2590" data-original-width="1865" height="1046" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3wxiQMtwfGRiley7_h0InAflzN-pVxje03pZ2lzZB-DboR7HX5knKbLQAb7xvCUGUUiLDkIQQ238FZJOiudgm__yzwsClSXlChYwhkBgL1blXsdAL1i-wW_Fg6Y4fqqg3i-OjIyCMYEKQ-TXOKKLvKkXfFEeWavlHG00DdZo5E389sWS1GosJKSiu4Xc/w752-h1046/030.JPG" width="752" /></a></span></div><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: center;">*******</div></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>Blessings, Love and Light from the Arizona Desert... Dawn... The Bohemian<br /><br /></i></span></p>Bohemianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03743017084098726581noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4825579903367960408.post-33482314741919295012024-02-19T08:59:00.000-08:002024-02-19T09:00:20.565-08:00Happy Birthday To Himself And Chazza Trawling<p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXi7Fdtpkkkjio0RMIOvZJH5xeg1cjQz3E-8-p87pa9A8JfTyZ4acvLMPXEPjVlimmKX7CQOq2TOVdUTkF4z1QaC4u4yBg6JTbYSuRxuM51B3tW6xPnf3UKAbtiUSLzScIxnx1YG8ADxQsE_j-dHdwbybkPCjZyrs6MPR93uUkbufeI-VOQRG5NYLdXZI/s2015/428396806_7546220358764141_6101568178857115776_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2015" data-original-width="1504" height="996" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXi7Fdtpkkkjio0RMIOvZJH5xeg1cjQz3E-8-p87pa9A8JfTyZ4acvLMPXEPjVlimmKX7CQOq2TOVdUTkF4z1QaC4u4yBg6JTbYSuRxuM51B3tW6xPnf3UKAbtiUSLzScIxnx1YG8ADxQsE_j-dHdwbybkPCjZyrs6MPR93uUkbufeI-VOQRG5NYLdXZI/w743-h996/428396806_7546220358764141_6101568178857115776_n.jpg" width="743" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>The Man had a very nice Birthday Yesterday, I took the Night off Work, they were able to get someone to cover for me. He really wanted me to take the Night off and Rachel said she'd work on getting a replacement for me so 'Grandpa' could be taken out for his Birthday without Time constraints. I took him to our other Antique Mall Location in Downtown Phoenix and he found some nice Pressies for himself. Then we went to a Steakhouse for Dinner. He enjoyed himself and we ran into some Friends at the Antique Mall who are Vendors at that location and Visited with them, catching up. I got him a Cheesecake and some Caramel Swirl Ice-Cream and Eskimo Pies. His Cake is pictured above/below, it was really good and an attractive Cake.</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6Av2vvAHYwItfUcgWrqyrw5h2_hciuC8Vpd9LFxfRZrV4sdqBzXmkQ5jDTTGg62nw9ZYFAIik7VlW9X8syagWnK5eI4vIksY0WZ5pHQaKJIptfrSeNdlIZysobFEcytTT0qiMWFYNNKINjhLMdMu3CNF0d9aJATIVLPsof_N8lc3rosqLQR1mLh3-FN8/s2015/428400891_7546216952097815_3452990368034442035_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2015" data-original-width="1504" height="982" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6Av2vvAHYwItfUcgWrqyrw5h2_hciuC8Vpd9LFxfRZrV4sdqBzXmkQ5jDTTGg62nw9ZYFAIik7VlW9X8syagWnK5eI4vIksY0WZ5pHQaKJIptfrSeNdlIZysobFEcytTT0qiMWFYNNKINjhLMdMu3CNF0d9aJATIVLPsof_N8lc3rosqLQR1mLh3-FN8/w733-h982/428400891_7546216952097815_3452990368034442035_n.jpg" width="733" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>In the past Week I've Sourced Two Antique Caged Dress Forms really inexpensively. One is Victorian Era, the other is probably about 1920's Era. So, now I'll be Selling Off some of my Vintage Dress Forms that aren't as Old and as Cool. They Sell well and are great for Displaying other Merch until they Sell. I've been Sourcing some other Vintage or Antique Displays for the New Showroom I'll get in March, that will be the Aesthetic I want for a Fresh Space. Some Displays will be repurposed items I'll utilize for something other than what they were made to be.</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwIcSfhoIpLwbuKvgSnaIo7GdFTLcWw9xZ8afYYOcnMR3gbFpRuWo4hxxuhI_kLDi6yiKb0S4ylOs6zZYYaI_3mi_EwT6e7glQ2ml8HcQQbOrvPFDtT86CV6QIZnw3YSQ_Tm4cxxcLHF5EOkvTXkWXz16jcfai0LEuO-kI9xdAr5tdaZ-d5yzMlWY8j_E/s2015/428304340_7546215198764657_7557250474008371684_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2015" data-original-width="1504" height="980" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwIcSfhoIpLwbuKvgSnaIo7GdFTLcWw9xZ8afYYOcnMR3gbFpRuWo4hxxuhI_kLDi6yiKb0S4ylOs6zZYYaI_3mi_EwT6e7glQ2ml8HcQQbOrvPFDtT86CV6QIZnw3YSQ_Tm4cxxcLHF5EOkvTXkWXz16jcfai0LEuO-kI9xdAr5tdaZ-d5yzMlWY8j_E/w732-h980/428304340_7546215198764657_7557250474008371684_n.jpg" width="732" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><i><br /></i></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>I'm having Fun with it and am excited to start a Fresh Showroom and have the Locked Case to Showcase higher end Smalls that are For Sale and will be more Secure. I'm also going to be able to blast thru The Purge better when I only concentrate on Selling the best Inventory. Then just Donate anything I don't want to have in the New Spaces if it's just the Wrong Aesthetic or Vision for where I'm going with it. I've been Donating a lot more and it's going to worthy Charities that I like to Support. I had a lot of empty Moving Boxes to fill with Donations, so it was easy to load it all up, I'm not going to be Moving anymore, God be Willing. *LOL*</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIXumroxzhJAwzZGv4t1saqV6Z4VE-8Y5s7C9rxyhB7uY1lZ-q6J9v8SBlcNSWohtDVqt-6kBp7_8AtP6vaARffpjT03K09uHXzhhQZjrot0BPIg4lOw-WjFzKhJ764MtkPoY0ShaQM-hW65VNvD4iPNHcAkiZAEdo0S9MMrgsrsy0-3kOQ4c2k-ZnHHk/s2015/428458814_7546333645419479_8494396391690972665_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2015" data-original-width="1504" height="980" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIXumroxzhJAwzZGv4t1saqV6Z4VE-8Y5s7C9rxyhB7uY1lZ-q6J9v8SBlcNSWohtDVqt-6kBp7_8AtP6vaARffpjT03K09uHXzhhQZjrot0BPIg4lOw-WjFzKhJ764MtkPoY0ShaQM-hW65VNvD4iPNHcAkiZAEdo0S9MMrgsrsy0-3kOQ4c2k-ZnHHk/w732-h980/428458814_7546333645419479_8494396391690972665_n.jpg" width="732" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><i><br /></i></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>At the other Antique Mall Location in Downtown Phoenix I noticed a lot of new Vendors and liked their Presentation, their Merchandising Style, and their Merch, so, I Hope they do very well. It was very busy there this Holiday Weekend and on President's Day is when they're having the Big 20% Off Sale, so, it should be even more well attended. I have a non-advertised Sale of 20% Off now in my Showroom already. They don't let you advertise openly any standing Discount you might be offering, either temporarily or long term, so Customers have to ask if you have one in effect, then they can receive it. You can have a Sign Up, which I do, saying you have a Discount on File and to ask at the Register and give your Vendor Number.</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-6VkDZGoolMS3Yf_Z0j-b54Yx2T8qhoaZt6MEjiiVEGLVL5Ipno-LgVgaUBkwtjcxXxGuKiKlf2PfQ3Zs7gH6OGe5kLR3S1FE-APZOZU4fjLIwhHQTjVwXYx_FUYcoB35y183_aMJaap90y5maSh5gp3dXBMkBW3gxF8NM1kTp3TLDzpJ89yqHyZsAKc/s1830/417417657_122128683554131673_8991103808304256228_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1830" data-original-width="1209" height="1106" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-6VkDZGoolMS3Yf_Z0j-b54Yx2T8qhoaZt6MEjiiVEGLVL5Ipno-LgVgaUBkwtjcxXxGuKiKlf2PfQ3Zs7gH6OGe5kLR3S1FE-APZOZU4fjLIwhHQTjVwXYx_FUYcoB35y183_aMJaap90y5maSh5gp3dXBMkBW3gxF8NM1kTp3TLDzpJ89yqHyZsAKc/w729-h1106/417417657_122128683554131673_8991103808304256228_n.jpg" width="729" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><i><br /></i></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>I always offer some kind of Promo on File and change it every now and then to Stimulate Trade. The Mall does a couple Promos a Month, or less, so, I'd prefer them to initiate something like a lot of other Malls do, a Senior Discount Day and a standing Military Discount {we're 5 Miles from a large Military Base}, would work well, they do at places that have them. All of The Man's Pressies had my Employee Discount, so that was Helpful. Anything we Purchase that is over $20 has 10% Off if you're a Vendor, unless the Vendor offers more on File for other Promos they're having. The Man added to some of his Favorite Collections for his Birthday. He really didn't want to be Photographed too much tho', he never does and is reluctant to, so, we Respect that.</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuph-DdiJN1Lb4jq-WWDHSeUySWtvL3a48HiCugQrOp8pOIC5cdyWglSNhxKEPDW_4AkpHhr7mns5ev1Je1WJJw2louQIWB9Xd7SIhCiIFZ7C8vtWEH9DywRJ8KEXRCWQHzJoChX_EbKpIPI4dcbd8ReZr4qVOrLr_kqh6zJbpeJfwrsvXMivTTS_Aw1k/s2015/428291944_7547142218671955_868708684913118543_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2015" data-original-width="1504" height="969" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuph-DdiJN1Lb4jq-WWDHSeUySWtvL3a48HiCugQrOp8pOIC5cdyWglSNhxKEPDW_4AkpHhr7mns5ev1Je1WJJw2louQIWB9Xd7SIhCiIFZ7C8vtWEH9DywRJ8KEXRCWQHzJoChX_EbKpIPI4dcbd8ReZr4qVOrLr_kqh6zJbpeJfwrsvXMivTTS_Aw1k/w723-h969/428291944_7547142218671955_868708684913118543_n.jpg" width="723" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><i><br /></i></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>He obliged for this One Birthday Photo with his Salmon and Loaded Mashed Potato Dinner at the Steakhouse. I had Steak & Lobster with Charred Roasted Brussel Sprouts with a Honey Glaze {below}. I could make a Meal of just those Brussel Sprouts. I've never liked Brussel Sprouts until I had them like this. Now it's one of my Fav Veggie Dishes and several Restaurants offer them this way as a Veggie Premium Upgrade for just a couple Bucks more, well worth it IMO, they're Sublime. Even tho' my Dish doesn't look like a lot of Food, I did have trouble eating it all, I just feel satiated sooner now I'm on the GOLO Weight Loss Plan. This constituted my Two Protein Servings and Two Veggie Servings, I had some of their Fresh Baked Bread as my Carb and the Butter as my Healthy Fat. </i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDLewj7pfdW90vb6FLu_-lAC7YFoKkoYR8pBlSI2qdB3RVVema-oSyTyqxAgltCApYLju2-yot65xN6fw8ydTMYbPk1C39qK925oBvM3oO1Vr_YGhlyFYeTwmRXziuiRRe4d_WqrlLSy7_DJOMsnjnTXu4cEJoNIjIo3P5teaVKLbFXDbc_Zr0EwWQIK8/s2015/428486054_7547140608672116_1913589808527938218_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2015" data-original-width="1504" height="967" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDLewj7pfdW90vb6FLu_-lAC7YFoKkoYR8pBlSI2qdB3RVVema-oSyTyqxAgltCApYLju2-yot65xN6fw8ydTMYbPk1C39qK925oBvM3oO1Vr_YGhlyFYeTwmRXziuiRRe4d_WqrlLSy7_DJOMsnjnTXu4cEJoNIjIo3P5teaVKLbFXDbc_Zr0EwWQIK8/w722-h967/428486054_7547140608672116_1913589808527938218_n.jpg" width="722" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><i><br /></i></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>When we were at out Downtown Antique Mall Location I took a few Pixs of items in their Locked Cases. I needed Blog Fodder, I just haven't been in Pathological Picture Taking Mode for a while now and so I've been Light on Imagery for the Ole' Blog and Posts. *Smiles* You all deserve some Eye Candy, and some Dear Readers come for the Visuals more than Reading Blog Content. I'm the same way, I'm not such an avid Reader, so I don't always Read, even tho' I Write a lot, but I am Addicted and Obsessed with Visuals. So a lot of Blogs provide me with such Inspiration via their Eye Candy on their Posts. I try to provide a good mix for those who like to Read and those who like to just Look. Even most of my Books in my Library are "Picture Book Loaded". *LOL*</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i> </i></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-M-v2izARFQPU5fmp44wCfZgY5ZashFK7qPSP5yBtuAlREVKryqgCAGxnxCDpSGmErwyN_8NzkambDPFbUwx5sOWfoFqWoLFvuthpmAuFkE3Xaw2eEE3JLQ_Y6OyBLNj_X2xlE9DzPp_OjcDYDJ7MLktkFEMHQ_A7nJZoFcGzUuIWClKbby4FOaFpisA/s960/428336195_7546862392033271_4018859324592248974_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="971" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-M-v2izARFQPU5fmp44wCfZgY5ZashFK7qPSP5yBtuAlREVKryqgCAGxnxCDpSGmErwyN_8NzkambDPFbUwx5sOWfoFqWoLFvuthpmAuFkE3Xaw2eEE3JLQ_Y6OyBLNj_X2xlE9DzPp_OjcDYDJ7MLktkFEMHQ_A7nJZoFcGzUuIWClKbby4FOaFpisA/w728-h971/428336195_7546862392033271_4018859324592248974_n.jpg" width="728" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>Since Princess T has Collected and then Sold a lot of LPS, she met the Vendor when she was little, who does the Custom LPS in her Cases at both Locations. This Vendor has been there many Years and when my Granddaughter was a small Child, she'd Gift her with some of the Delightful Accessories she uses for her Custom LPS. Things like little Starbucks Drinks and other Tiny Miniatures that are Adorable! It was so Generous and Kind of her. I can't even Imagine the Time this Dear Lady spends Creating her Custom LPS, she's madly Creative with them and doesn't charge much more than you'd pay for just the Stock Figures of these Tiny Collectibles that are so Popular. This Season her Line has some in tiny Demitasse Teacups, so I couldn't resist Photographing those.</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i> </i></span></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyuJThVlAqwDv_6iyqYfmMHEqyamboGVCtBcjmpDJxV0JjQaiVY8ZYZQT5tDO7maLW2vEQLWt7_l_djOmmgIau-EMWklJDRv5zDU8WfZ64y4tHi5js_t26dwF8O2HlINhpBmfydC1XaXqtO1iIwOGexD-9lRuVylmw6vTpl-NJa9nScHCPyI_WxXv7FYY/s960/428409414_7546862242033286_5027583370530575541_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="972" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyuJThVlAqwDv_6iyqYfmMHEqyamboGVCtBcjmpDJxV0JjQaiVY8ZYZQT5tDO7maLW2vEQLWt7_l_djOmmgIau-EMWklJDRv5zDU8WfZ64y4tHi5js_t26dwF8O2HlINhpBmfydC1XaXqtO1iIwOGexD-9lRuVylmw6vTpl-NJa9nScHCPyI_WxXv7FYY/w729-h972/428409414_7546862242033286_5027583370530575541_n.jpg" width="729" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>Sourcing these had become next to Impossible now, tho' I recently hit a Motherlode of them at a Chazza in Bagged Lots priced inexpensively, that's Rare these days. I don't know where this Vendor manages to stay Stocked Up, I can only Guess she's Online Buying them now? Locally, the secondhand Market of them dried up and my Grandchild's Customers are always asking when we'll be getting in more? They are one of those Bread and Butter Tiny Collectibles that the Generations of my Kids and my Grandkids really can't get enough of and has remained relevant to the Collectors of them. Kind of like Barbie and Trolls, I think these little Figures will always do well and have become Classics in the last 20+ Years they have been around.</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyW5TAD5OH5-uScHl2UuJVi0Qy3WGbgmKlzwGneRaux-AIAeCZjeC6OmtsYyTtE5fp0TZLVyPLwx3tg5gQUncg8yw6Enot_MlLJPEiwNBWVHkxPucdBQ6k9A-JoICAovrHSgCNKZBOZmj3fOjzKKfHI8OgXhJJZ3UlUyGxOR3kdq1CNe0xEvrfVZ7Xrd0/s960/428433309_7546862538699923_1261517674029103416_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="973" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyW5TAD5OH5-uScHl2UuJVi0Qy3WGbgmKlzwGneRaux-AIAeCZjeC6OmtsYyTtE5fp0TZLVyPLwx3tg5gQUncg8yw6Enot_MlLJPEiwNBWVHkxPucdBQ6k9A-JoICAovrHSgCNKZBOZmj3fOjzKKfHI8OgXhJJZ3UlUyGxOR3kdq1CNe0xEvrfVZ7Xrd0/w730-h973/428433309_7546862538699923_1261517674029103416_n.jpg" width="730" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>Sadly, unlike Barbies and Trolls, they are now a Retired Line of Toy and aren't being Sold Retail anymore, just on the Secondhand Market as a now considered Vintage or Collectible Toy. They were around when my own Kids were Young, then when my Grandkids were Young. They Cancelled Production in 2016, but I have heard, due to demand, they may be coming back in 2024. I would be glad when they do since a whole new Generation is now coming up behind ours and I don't doubt that my Great-Grandkids would Love this Line as much as the previous Two Generations did. I even thought they were Cute enuf to Keep a few of my Favs. We still do very well when we have some to Sell, but, they really require a Locked Case now, Theft is High on hard to Source Product like these.</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbkRIIaO0ZqlvvOjllZflVZEVf4EO2vzH2llowM0AyCT_beZGICiYu75xE-mSdEZrzcRjA9nmVW1Ux7Fk-QptXYaMPJAuYAQyE_AJ5XMsbGce7goT_EVoerM2mF9p3ICwurePzrJ2uIGmJt3KMVliojsVVkHjCxUiif9cBYLC0X-cTjzmASJoJqLAboao/s2015/428408242_7546842825368561_7990089663959503338_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2015" data-original-width="1504" height="977" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbkRIIaO0ZqlvvOjllZflVZEVf4EO2vzH2llowM0AyCT_beZGICiYu75xE-mSdEZrzcRjA9nmVW1Ux7Fk-QptXYaMPJAuYAQyE_AJ5XMsbGce7goT_EVoerM2mF9p3ICwurePzrJ2uIGmJt3KMVliojsVVkHjCxUiif9cBYLC0X-cTjzmASJoJqLAboao/w730-h977/428408242_7546842825368561_7990089663959503338_n.jpg" width="730" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>There was a New Vendor that did Entomology, Skeletal reconstruction and some other Weird and Wonderful Merch in their Cases. I particularly liked this one with The Bees on some Honeycomb and a Crystal. Yeah, I know that after the Killer Bee Fiasco next door at our Neighbors Property, one would think this wouldn't Appeal to me, but, it does, I'm Weird like that. *Smiles* I still do not Dislike Bees, I just know they could easily Kill me so I don't want the Africanized Species near any Residential or Public Space, too dangerous. I don't begrudge them doing what they do for the Environment, but, not being a Native Species, and being so aggressive and having Killer Instincts, they are Threatening the Native Honey Bees and Humans, so that's making them an Invasive Species to our Continent. The Poor Bees were a Scientific Greed Experiment by Humans tho', not their Fault.</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i> </i></span></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6_X4s5VH2CA-F1K8Wsf7UwFcRLMp7c1PuBflfPh-UGFIch5tVCECHB9qJu9w7w1NzvF1fwh9Of18UpWCj-DF9epvpscPHh03WGGYDRj7wEvfZlMgP2ayTBY0HgYK9B5pGe4Xkjo37Ii_46Q0ntbUBRn30iqmOkNMzE1OGaot0NO_vFFKrf-EZni9CxGg/s2015/428434192_7546805152038995_6560720684634432623_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2015" data-original-width="1504" height="980" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6_X4s5VH2CA-F1K8Wsf7UwFcRLMp7c1PuBflfPh-UGFIch5tVCECHB9qJu9w7w1NzvF1fwh9Of18UpWCj-DF9epvpscPHh03WGGYDRj7wEvfZlMgP2ayTBY0HgYK9B5pGe4Xkjo37Ii_46Q0ntbUBRn30iqmOkNMzE1OGaot0NO_vFFKrf-EZni9CxGg/w732-h980/428434192_7546805152038995_6560720684634432623_n.jpg" width="732" /></a></div><div><br /></div><br /><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>These were some great Antique Drawer Pulls, but the Vendor was extremely Proud of them judging by the Stratospheric Price Point. Out of my League. I did however Buy a Vintage Incense Burner made of Metal and Created out of what looked like an Old Belt Buckle {Below}... probably some Hippie of the 1960's or 1970's Repurposed it to burn their Incense Cones? I totally dug it, we burn a lot of Incense and I'm always looking for Unique or Vintage Burners and Holders for the Incense Cones and Sticks. Of coarse Princess T and The Young Prince have Liberated many out of my Personal Collection to use themselves. *LOL*</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDwdvOw5v1STQIEK-mZFNQM7O7PBrsIPTyMBOZxice5CCNuedGwxYc2TvwjjZGbbIEED4DDAOz23G2gd-wlGWnqQ1p5NJto8QDvJ37GbuwbsGrz9AcZ-FhwcyrxkjWS50-H5St_ii1l2nTalOR4itClf894RD8SHIxg47nVLNkXZ4yRXSy2U0Gb-6pLAU/s2015/428622300_7549591231760387_1422230789352383112_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2015" data-original-width="1504" height="985" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDwdvOw5v1STQIEK-mZFNQM7O7PBrsIPTyMBOZxice5CCNuedGwxYc2TvwjjZGbbIEED4DDAOz23G2gd-wlGWnqQ1p5NJto8QDvJ37GbuwbsGrz9AcZ-FhwcyrxkjWS50-H5St_ii1l2nTalOR4itClf894RD8SHIxg47nVLNkXZ4yRXSy2U0Gb-6pLAU/w736-h985/428622300_7549591231760387_1422230789352383112_n.jpg" width="736" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i> Along with I must Share my considerable Incense Stash... along with my considerable but now dwindling Gold Canyon Candle Stash now that Line is Discontinued and the Company is Insolvent. Which, I don't mind at all, it always ensured their Personal Spaces smelled Divine. For Teens that's important. Have you ever had a waft of a dirty Teenagers Room? *Winks* So, I was glad mine were smelling Good, even tho' they were using my Stuff. *LOL* Princess T burns so much of both that I almost don't need to light mine anymore around the House, her Room's Aromas permeate the entire Household when she's got everything lit in there, like Teens are prone to doing. Looks like she's ready to Host a Seance in there sometimes! *LOL*</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEha-T8pT4mBdxayfVZ1pvzUGPXN7Ekz3O-5Z15-nnknfoT6qegg-P0EY2v-Z8LVylnXX6hCMG2qhPrXtwAeLw8PUlfNZpJy0H9ML0XvboAqRyW-ULFW2AoWqRJEZPH_LNr9_wZOmhoZDRadZq1id1PMa1eksd0GyHKLMeGPuc42ed_G2cFFCtP88oCxK6E/s2015/428635783_7549593268426850_602857609957403633_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2015" data-original-width="1504" height="967" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEha-T8pT4mBdxayfVZ1pvzUGPXN7Ekz3O-5Z15-nnknfoT6qegg-P0EY2v-Z8LVylnXX6hCMG2qhPrXtwAeLw8PUlfNZpJy0H9ML0XvboAqRyW-ULFW2AoWqRJEZPH_LNr9_wZOmhoZDRadZq1id1PMa1eksd0GyHKLMeGPuc42ed_G2cFFCtP88oCxK6E/w722-h967/428635783_7549593268426850_602857609957403633_n.jpg" width="722" /></a></span></div><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: center;"><i>My favorite Type of Cone Incense now is the Backflow kind since it fills up it's Burners with the most Delightful Smoke that wafts around Magically as it's Burning. I have some Backflow Designed Burners that are like Waterfalls, the Smoke will Drift and Flow downwards as the Top of the Cone Burns. So the Repurposed Belt Buckle has the back Loop on it Soldered down so it works more like a Stand for it now, and I don't know what used to be in the Round Section that you burn your Cones in now... but it holds the Backflow Smoke nicely and when it's filled, it Flows and Spills over it. The Old Buckle itself looks like it could be Bronze, the Patina is all Wrong to be Brass or a Base Metal. It has developed a nice Patina over Time, as Metals just do.</i></div></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"> </i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibsDaS1RJIBzxCWFIVPlZdXnJ1Ij2_hX74yHiZIxuc9dOF1wFhF5gWTyeXVsXDG_9EMstdz1d22Txly3kVceWNObm_MUNWah4ZCAyEamMDdkCKZibOPbUfdUYt45lGsI_dCfjjzJ4CMvfPIpncKtIh8km1b0NTAI4zkYrhXdaOG3Rmr3GWHz-OkDJdj3Q/s2015/428635619_7549597371759773_7443276757492875682_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2015" data-original-width="1504" height="965" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibsDaS1RJIBzxCWFIVPlZdXnJ1Ij2_hX74yHiZIxuc9dOF1wFhF5gWTyeXVsXDG_9EMstdz1d22Txly3kVceWNObm_MUNWah4ZCAyEamMDdkCKZibOPbUfdUYt45lGsI_dCfjjzJ4CMvfPIpncKtIh8km1b0NTAI4zkYrhXdaOG3Rmr3GWHz-OkDJdj3Q/w721-h965/428635619_7549597371759773_7443276757492875682_n.jpg" width="721" /></a></span></div><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: center;"><i>The Vendor Selling it had it priced inexpensively in their Locked Case and had an Eclectic Mix of Unusual Merch, but, wouldn't be at all Surprised if they weren't also an Old Hippie. *Smiles* The G-Kid Force always told me their Friends all Wished their Grandparents were Old Hippies, I guess most of them had Grandparents who were Squares, or at least more Traditional and Conservative than more Liberal Bohemian Spirits, I dunno? The Funniest thing to both of The G-Kid Force is that none of their Friends would Believe that their Dreadlocked Gramma didn't know where the Good Kush could be Found. *Bwahahahahaha* </i></div></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPY9CKivC-nE9RgxOpqYHV1on1Wt6fMSDhL_NVTi9-Na_EFRfflbGDUKYsHkivXLUXCtjPr5qUmGo5RwpVixHJZMYrfz1udbK8CijyyxCVKR3bmWGgM4_sv7ia9Yr8Y0q8EERFFlnRfTHpPCj2qtvX5LKof9YS1iTsoNR8Utz04Gn9VUONfP5FaVbjjYQ/s2015/428633555_7549605935092250_7658883788340114973_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2015" data-original-width="1504" height="964" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPY9CKivC-nE9RgxOpqYHV1on1Wt6fMSDhL_NVTi9-Na_EFRfflbGDUKYsHkivXLUXCtjPr5qUmGo5RwpVixHJZMYrfz1udbK8CijyyxCVKR3bmWGgM4_sv7ia9Yr8Y0q8EERFFlnRfTHpPCj2qtvX5LKof9YS1iTsoNR8Utz04Gn9VUONfP5FaVbjjYQ/w720-h964/428633555_7549605935092250_7658883788340114973_n.jpg" width="720" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><i><br /></i></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">I remember a few times going to the Legal MJ Dispensaries with either my Grandsons, or The Son, who use it Medicinally for their Mental Illness Conditions, and I kinda get that too at the Dispensaries. The Staff always assume I'm an Old Rastafarian and partake, I don't, and am not. *LOL they'll never Believe it tho'... which is hilarious* I'm not opposed at all to MJ, I think it's got therapeutic properties as yet unlocked and unknown to Modern Medicine. But, I've never Smoked anything and rarely do an Edible, no Need to, I'm High on Life my Friends... I was in the Sixties and Seventies too. So, I was a Rare Hippie who didn't do Drugs, go figure. </i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp4YJjuKqkxYOhjMDTb88AvPH5NAJaOtbUS_yDuRZNvxy7DC4-j5WkZfQQ9Bvt3BtAzwlB75Apg6LFvRwMY8IAvOhYdhyphenhyphen654w8BUn2amPgYO9Aula_DWKigQEZoIZHaEvJMtII7-nNMaYp67fkUI9Lq7mplmGgnhmNMOrlRaXPZwhm1K6iA9QCs-O_8xA/s750/49272+green+depression+glass+knob+set+close.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="678" data-original-width="750" height="652" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp4YJjuKqkxYOhjMDTb88AvPH5NAJaOtbUS_yDuRZNvxy7DC4-j5WkZfQQ9Bvt3BtAzwlB75Apg6LFvRwMY8IAvOhYdhyphenhyphen654w8BUn2amPgYO9Aula_DWKigQEZoIZHaEvJMtII7-nNMaYp67fkUI9Lq7mplmGgnhmNMOrlRaXPZwhm1K6iA9QCs-O_8xA/w721-h652/49272+green+depression+glass+knob+set+close.jpg" width="721" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"> Anyway, I digress, I also Scored the Old Hula Troll with a Rooted Hair Hula Skirt on it's Midriff. And a Rarer Green Emerald Crystal Antique Doorknob. {Previous Image} Depression Era of 1920-1930's came out with the Green, probably a brief Run of that Color. The Doorknob was less than $15, Online Sales are typically over $100 each, even Repops command a lot more than I paid for the Real Deal. If you can find a Set, like the above one Sold at Auction for $265.00, even better, but you'll have to Stand Tall. But mine was an Orphaned Knob and the Fluted Crystal... I do like the Clear ones a lot, but have never seen any except Online and Selling for more than I'd Invest in any. But, for less than Fifteen to Score one Unusual Color Old Crystal Knob, I was All In. *Smiles* I have a Seafoam Green 1930's Old Door it will go great on.</i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i></i></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYgIBxypBs1AELSUA-iW_8maXgqshhyf7skiEcyBzGzF-BFUlCaX1dGZeV4VPc08xwAtJszqcGbP1J1U5lf8V6QEBJwMEcJ5p1955vhvjIsChfu9LWxmHSvBPe9eAgwCc5Drq4lm5bnXVHvDoFWS_VR9lsYQP3YT1zcDN0M0cyfOidCjz4HCt_tAnT9fY/s340/417480578_122128462016131673_8007465608676550552_nd.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="340" data-original-width="258" height="939" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYgIBxypBs1AELSUA-iW_8maXgqshhyf7skiEcyBzGzF-BFUlCaX1dGZeV4VPc08xwAtJszqcGbP1J1U5lf8V6QEBJwMEcJ5p1955vhvjIsChfu9LWxmHSvBPe9eAgwCc5Drq4lm5bnXVHvDoFWS_VR9lsYQP3YT1zcDN0M0cyfOidCjz4HCt_tAnT9fY/w714-h939/417480578_122128462016131673_8007465608676550552_nd.jpg" width="714" /></a></i></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /> </i></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>The Daughter dug up more Pixs of herself as a Tween of 12 when we had our Professional Glamor Shots done together, she had some done of just her. I'd forgotten about this one where she wore Red, so I'm glad she Found that one in the Photo Archives she's been wading thru for me. She's been taking all my Photos out of Old Albums, which we then Donate if they're in decent Shape, or throw out if they're not. Then puts all the Photos we want to Keep in Vintage Suitcases or Vintage Train Cases for Safe Storage. Takes up less Space than all the Albums did and protects them better as well. Not to mention, we're Editing and Purging my Pathological Picture Taking of the Past, and Curating what's Kept. Both the Adult Kids had to Work this President's Day, I have to Tonight also. But, Princess T wants to Trawl The Chazzas first, so... we're off to do that now... Ciao...</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitIxKRbqSW2BokaoppOCf_8OKA4iHlMvKZ84QC_NgrQmiLfyhxteQr7IT8ZsmGU6qUhUHTaSlFSgwNtNCGrBQJO9Q4C6-uZar8Qwmzdx968zsZqczZsSpUXVv0UyUbaVo5sc28nr4biADSO_H097WtJbsxVQykvn4r0YLmf_QduayxOdif_L5hs411VSM/s935/417480578_122128462016131673_8007465608676550552_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="935" data-original-width="526" height="1242" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitIxKRbqSW2BokaoppOCf_8OKA4iHlMvKZ84QC_NgrQmiLfyhxteQr7IT8ZsmGU6qUhUHTaSlFSgwNtNCGrBQJO9Q4C6-uZar8Qwmzdx968zsZqczZsSpUXVv0UyUbaVo5sc28nr4biADSO_H097WtJbsxVQykvn4r0YLmf_QduayxOdif_L5hs411VSM/w699-h1242/417480578_122128462016131673_8007465608676550552_n.jpg" width="699" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><i><br /></i></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i> *******</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>Blessings, Love and Light from the Arizona Desert... Dawn... The Bohemian</i></span></p>Bohemianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03743017084098726581noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4825579903367960408.post-27504712875835455272024-02-18T09:09:00.000-08:002024-02-18T09:28:41.568-08:00Things Got Frosty <p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"> </i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzWTy07yt6xob03FpUjsva1tifPMj1x3SZT0x_JZy9Lw7C5GBQx1KfbOCxUO-JWFjmqtDKZsCw6leGFnExpywVHuXZlTSeFLNA170HsMf2N3OU8JIVaPMbSo-pjzzFAduHlHYO4aS_erttQps24xyuOqqZfZ79v-3CKX05CIoNrvIh43Dy463_Y5hsYhA/s2015/428597416_7543346265718217_6558153444454452980_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2015" data-original-width="1504" height="991" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzWTy07yt6xob03FpUjsva1tifPMj1x3SZT0x_JZy9Lw7C5GBQx1KfbOCxUO-JWFjmqtDKZsCw6leGFnExpywVHuXZlTSeFLNA170HsMf2N3OU8JIVaPMbSo-pjzzFAduHlHYO4aS_erttQps24xyuOqqZfZ79v-3CKX05CIoNrvIh43Dy463_Y5hsYhA/w740-h991/428597416_7543346265718217_6558153444454452980_n.jpg" width="740" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Today in Real Time is Sunday and The Man's 72nd Birthday. He almost got Birthday and a 'Show' between his Wifey and another Woman Squaring Off! *LOL* See, we spent most of Saturday Morning attending to that Mistake they'd made at "Sweet Salvage" with my big purchase I'd made on Opening Day Thursday. I'd spent a lot of Money that Day and have been a Loyal Customer for Years, since the Grand Opening beaucoup Moons ago. We went out of our way to wake up early on my Day Off, cancel existing Plans, to drive all the way back there into the City, to accommodate the error <b>they</b> had made and put it Right for them, yet it didn't go well at all. It fact, it couldn't possibly have gone Worse IMO, what a fucking ridiculous Ordeal and the 3rd Degree we got put thru! I never expected to be Triggered or treated the way we were!!!</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-l98Nh4OS29EMPaXduOQMa-wo15_V71NFVi97g7sDgMjf0n4cN1C0ifZN3SmfWBDsisa2z7upb-3knahGsPDUnCQNRbM5b6FZwKPfSYgTN0vfjowIGKUV9WEZBST1hqMzbk-2Rny1T47Ypl-b4_HBdMZVHhBCPOqbciLVLClTEmirE1RLAx6sxcXDvS8/s1052/421680889_7435402129845965_6931849738361485625_nd.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1052" data-original-width="707" height="1083" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-l98Nh4OS29EMPaXduOQMa-wo15_V71NFVi97g7sDgMjf0n4cN1C0ifZN3SmfWBDsisa2z7upb-3knahGsPDUnCQNRbM5b6FZwKPfSYgTN0vfjowIGKUV9WEZBST1hqMzbk-2Rny1T47Ypl-b4_HBdMZVHhBCPOqbciLVLClTEmirE1RLAx6sxcXDvS8/w728-h1083/421680889_7435402129845965_6931849738361485625_nd.jpg" width="728" /></a></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>The Gal that had called me on Friday to come back in, and I Believe is the Asst. Manageress or Business Partner, was rude, confrontational, humiliated and offended us! WOW, it was no way to treat any Customer and very Bad Business! I was shocked and The Man knew I was struggling to maintain my composure and keep my Cool, so I wouldn't Lose my Shit with her. She's fortunate the Owner and many of the Vendors/Designers are my Dear Friends there and have been for Decades now. So, out of Respect for them, I maintained my Calm and my Composure thru the whole Ordeal she put us thru! After taking care of the business at Hand tho', I had to get the Hell out of there and The Man knew if I didn't, I would explode and things would go fucking Sideways real damned fast. About as fast as we Exited Stage Left. He KNOWS me, and that if I have to Walk Away quickly from you, and go eerily Calm, it's for YOUR own Good and Well Being that I just leave. *LOL*</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i> </i><i><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZoT8ZKqMvPY6dJxm6AhFh9lqWBAHDTQH0-D3pSzlzNImz8GDsOKC4tVLWxuQ_yYNGQ3ACOtPo8UHghM2T481s6ntB2PNF9zin3jvXuF5ookKn0kLNGAbxkpI95PDDAxKB6kItUz4k_yQPB61KKAnAfr4rIGrX_MBmYMYY1x2ITtSr18sW2a_sqctEM6w/s2015/428198419_7539264692793041_5388301157347218210_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2015" data-original-width="1504" height="990" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZoT8ZKqMvPY6dJxm6AhFh9lqWBAHDTQH0-D3pSzlzNImz8GDsOKC4tVLWxuQ_yYNGQ3ACOtPo8UHghM2T481s6ntB2PNF9zin3jvXuF5ookKn0kLNGAbxkpI95PDDAxKB6kItUz4k_yQPB61KKAnAfr4rIGrX_MBmYMYY1x2ITtSr18sW2a_sqctEM6w/w740-h990/428198419_7539264692793041_5388301157347218210_n.jpg" width="740" /></a></i></div></span><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">I've probably re-written this Post Three times now already, so I could Share the humiliation of how it transpired and not be Writing out of a place of Anger or Dark Dawn Rage. *LOL* Let us just say that Dawn Of The Light decided to take the High Road and handle the whole Situation, but, Dark Dawn REALLY WANTED to. *Winks* But, I won't Tease you with just vagaries, since, well, everyone does like to Read or See a Train Wreck Situation, it's Human Nature if there was a 'Show' and things got Frosty. Well, things got Frosty for damned sure! So, if you couldn't BE there, you'd want to HEAR all about it, Right?! So, now that I can relay my Story in retrospect, from a Place Of Calm, Composure and a Dark Sense of Gallow's Humor about a very Humiliating Experience, here we go. I do have to put that Woman on Blast, at least here, since she dodged a fucking Bullet there that Morning for sure. *Bwahahahaha*</span></div><i> </i></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZSTH0Rlc7rq1M8R2AD67im-OXWtcfSV9rboGGqeFsGewbzjWhn4c-Tsoxv2WpXRu1333MQ1nm8cwT4jMZd8XOhIh377QGH4mNUxcUBeBiTlZhGH3KsHGkxoR43Q59I0YjexwNjE_Jqm-IOZp2fdlMWMFGqzNsV2G7PzmT9rYMHw6EldQVDNyNjYBGQy8/s2015/428349112_7538274589558718_7680197053507931813_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2015" data-original-width="1504" height="990" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZSTH0Rlc7rq1M8R2AD67im-OXWtcfSV9rboGGqeFsGewbzjWhn4c-Tsoxv2WpXRu1333MQ1nm8cwT4jMZd8XOhIh377QGH4mNUxcUBeBiTlZhGH3KsHGkxoR43Q59I0YjexwNjE_Jqm-IOZp2fdlMWMFGqzNsV2G7PzmT9rYMHw6EldQVDNyNjYBGQy8/w740-h990/428349112_7538274589558718_7680197053507931813_n.jpg" width="740" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><i><br /></i></span><p></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>So, with a Lavender Candle burning to set the Atmosphere of Zen here, I'll tell you now what happened there. We showed up very early, since, if you don't, there isn't Parking and The Man can't Walk far on account of his Disability and Mobility Issues. There is always a long Line and a wait to get in also, and I wanted to handle <b>their</b> Error discreetly, in fact, I assumed they'd just whisk me in early, take Care of it without an Audience or fanfare, and we'd perhaps Shop for The Man's Birthday Pressy, mebbe another expensive Cowboy Hat from the Gal I bought the now infamous Wolf Necklace from? For New Readers, in a Nutshell, the mistake made at Checkout on Thursday, I had a large Purchase, something got rung up Wrong and I'm just assuming it was Tagged Wrong? We just don't really know what happened, but, to me, it was likely an Honest Mistake. An Inconvenience for sure for me, but, no Big Deal, I was amenable to putting it Right.</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaXCYzJFzIGH7gVKKIoJv_aZXwFkWQfdCzv1blpZrM8cK5_tiNXVrCV8-ch-BxI1Rie959jC5WQ7qfZAjIjWv_nFooa0jOKlrdMKYkRdHzvSlkjIdBDPufLbVsZGyp0rBc0dPdH3i7LqO0NbhNcBr1cIziBd_se8U2VUaDN9Vq5pZGUHGFptg5wtF5HT4/s5152/IMG_7692.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5152" data-original-width="3864" height="987" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaXCYzJFzIGH7gVKKIoJv_aZXwFkWQfdCzv1blpZrM8cK5_tiNXVrCV8-ch-BxI1Rie959jC5WQ7qfZAjIjWv_nFooa0jOKlrdMKYkRdHzvSlkjIdBDPufLbVsZGyp0rBc0dPdH3i7LqO0NbhNcBr1cIziBd_se8U2VUaDN9Vq5pZGUHGFptg5wtF5HT4/w740-h987/IMG_7692.JPG" width="740" /></a></div><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>Since the Dear Sweet Little Cashier rang everything up in front of me and verified everything was mine, it was all my Merch I wanted to Buy, nothing Extra or someone else's Purchase. If I get everything I'm Buying, I never bother to scrutinize my Receipt, perhaps I should, but I don't... I likely will NOW tho' to avoid a Situation like this again!!! You ring it up, tell me the total amount and I just hand you my Card or Cash, done. I shove Receipts in my Purse, at Home I enter just the Amounts in my Check Ledger and don't look at every fucking item listed on them, and will discard them later. Luckily I hadn't discarded this one, so after they'd Called me on Friday to say they neglected to Charge me for the Wolf Necklace, I went Home and dug out that Receipt, since I knew the Cashier had rung everything up I brought Home.</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0SeLd7JAeRY1YejgehE1WZuzI2ajXcB50woq06WUS60bkYw-bqc5nUcNG-lflK3RU6lhm4IBxFVXa5BP7EgDWaSpxkWz1tnF_B71wPkGIfLD4TPAFZNsgyStIW3mDqHm3XjOTPVPNQsEXpR1Z31yG90vwtAKU-ER1l1U4Oi6yvL4vzGx8CZP4ydZSDsE/s5152/IMG_7735.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5152" data-original-width="3864" height="980" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0SeLd7JAeRY1YejgehE1WZuzI2ajXcB50woq06WUS60bkYw-bqc5nUcNG-lflK3RU6lhm4IBxFVXa5BP7EgDWaSpxkWz1tnF_B71wPkGIfLD4TPAFZNsgyStIW3mDqHm3XjOTPVPNQsEXpR1Z31yG90vwtAKU-ER1l1U4Oi6yvL4vzGx8CZP4ydZSDsE/w735-h980/IMG_7735.JPG" width="735" /></a></div><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>That day I'd bought Four Necklaces as my Valentine's Pressies from The Man, he was really good to me. *Winks* Three of them were Listed on said Receipt, but not the Fourth, Okay, so, they were Right, the $65 Wolf Necklace wasn't on there, so I did want to go back and Pay for it, the Right Thing to just do. But, instead of ringing up the Necklace, something had been rung up that I didn't Purchase, Want or Get, something called a Haystrems... and I have to Assume was Tagged on my Necklace's little Gift Bag that held it? The Cashier had me look in the little Fabric Gratis Gift Pouches to Eyeball my Necklaces and assure they were in each, they were. Which, I don't even know what the Hell a Haystrems is, but, it wasn't in any Pouch. It was only $14 and another Mistake I ASSUMED would also be corrected and Credited back to me when I Paid for the Wolf Necklace.</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsWLEvUE8t8OIZfkcYkjG4NVERDJSQFyuzg7fdxXk1boiMJv52ZHka9yAvpZxvwJRkPttAJeQ4TEFnoerWm7B87ASJgocJH-l3szku74glSV3O6ReBG-53j4U98anIA_axFACyvHrig05eQ-G8I-wLSZ_DupslAgQ2uuauI1elBJaWt0dmiOjOur-HDes/s5152/IMG_0118.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5152" data-original-width="3864" height="972" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsWLEvUE8t8OIZfkcYkjG4NVERDJSQFyuzg7fdxXk1boiMJv52ZHka9yAvpZxvwJRkPttAJeQ4TEFnoerWm7B87ASJgocJH-l3szku74glSV3O6ReBG-53j4U98anIA_axFACyvHrig05eQ-G8I-wLSZ_DupslAgQ2uuauI1elBJaWt0dmiOjOur-HDes/w729-h972/IMG_0118.JPG" width="729" /></a></div><br /><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>We get there, get good Parking and were actually First in Line, about 40 Minutes before Opening, so I had The Man sit in the Truck as the Line got longer. He can't Stand for 40 Minutes and they told me they couldn't let me in early, no Cashiers, Okay, so I wait in Line Patiently anyway. Mebbe I shouldda just left then, if I'd had any inkling of how bad things would progress and say Fuck It. *LOL* But, I didn't, and when they finally Opened I was already Tired and Hot, it was a Warm Day to be standing in a Line on my Day Off at their request to come back and fix what they'd fucked up. Okay, I go to the Registers as the Crowd swarmed in and think, I'll handle this discreetly and quickly, I asked the Gal who called me how she wanted to handle it? Did she want to Credit me the Refund first, or the Purchase? She tells my Sweet Two Cashiers waiting on me to handle me Paying for the Necklace.</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6gSgxR_6SIefLpsfQMeqdrHlXOaibjw6p_7J9ugZhfNkum4WTx5VkxJjKmk9slR_JtfKTqXlQc8HNR_yFaBO9E1NxQlvTNP7jqzLjup5P-Iy_EspD2o4zrBA_l4LjZzMonLN8p-_BG1m_o56NPjFxd-hA5TSZ3LgoDNH9pbFeBV-QDKGEPc2_q2RYPFI/s1997/015.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1997" data-original-width="1670" height="868" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6gSgxR_6SIefLpsfQMeqdrHlXOaibjw6p_7J9ugZhfNkum4WTx5VkxJjKmk9slR_JtfKTqXlQc8HNR_yFaBO9E1NxQlvTNP7jqzLjup5P-Iy_EspD2o4zrBA_l4LjZzMonLN8p-_BG1m_o56NPjFxd-hA5TSZ3LgoDNH9pbFeBV-QDKGEPc2_q2RYPFI/w727-h868/015.JPG" width="727" /></a></div><br /><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>It has no Tag and I didn't bring it with me anyway, so I tell the Gal which Designer it is I bought it from and how much she Quoted me on Thursday. Well, the Asst. Manageress now tells me that's not the Right Price and jacks the Price UP! WTF, she insists what I KNEW I was Quoted on Thursday was Wrong and she insists on going back to the Designer to Price Check it. I don't expect a Problem with that, so, I waits. She comes back and insists she was Right and I was Wrong!!! Since it was a mere Three Bucks, tho' now I'm getting irritated that the Price just went up, after I spent more than Three damned Bucks in Gas coming all the way back, plus the Value of my Time, I'm not gonna be Petty over Three damned Dollars, even if they were. I tell the Sweet Cashier, go ahead Darling, let's just get this Done, I already have the Necklace, I won't be changing my Mind now and bringing it back out of Principle... this is already becoming more of an Ordeal.</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvx2c6MmMeCu1Vp2pMIU5MF5JwvYpvrftdJmJQOi4B3KI1Qvl9Jqui90YIe3EPCg1ghjFvM7jjJuPOmvkOPExF3ZV-Yxq__EzqN64CraHVdDgksKGsH9QRTyxyHE2BcQlD1mfdYPyBGJ_fYchrZKSN8HX1AfduKTDCpfM9dsXHLtaW6c2Is3kqwS7yVEo/s2218/055.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1999" data-original-width="2218" height="651" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvx2c6MmMeCu1Vp2pMIU5MF5JwvYpvrftdJmJQOi4B3KI1Qvl9Jqui90YIe3EPCg1ghjFvM7jjJuPOmvkOPExF3ZV-Yxq__EzqN64CraHVdDgksKGsH9QRTyxyHE2BcQlD1mfdYPyBGJ_fYchrZKSN8HX1AfduKTDCpfM9dsXHLtaW6c2Is3kqwS7yVEo/w723-h651/055.JPG" width="723" /></a></div><br /><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>Then I fully expect to Move On to being Refunded for the Haystrems shit, whatever it is and which I DO NOT HAVE. But, wait, it gets <b>WORSE</b>! Since no Good Deed seems to go Unpunished!!! The Asst. Manageress now tells me she CAN'T Refund me for that since I have to bring them back!!! {Insert long pregnant Pause} Listen, I just told you, I don't HAVE them, I don't even know what the Hell they are... so I can't bring back and return what you never gave me but Charged me for that day! I'm trying to explain to her that instead of the Necklace, they must have rung up the fucking Haystrems instead. She digs in and says it's a totally different Vendor... so, WTF that has to do with anything I dunno? But THEN she says, <b>AND HOW DO WE KNOW YOU DON'T HAVE THEM</b>!? Oh, Hell to the No, she just didn't!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! If anyone even implies they're calling me a Liar or a Thief, I could rip their fucking Head off! Them's Fighting Words to Disrespect someone like that, it's so Offensive, and she's saying and doing all this in front of an Audience now no less!!!</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBuFl7x2cDD30yJLNLS_DyMlnoT1xDn4eXTF005TL7TotKjSYfIE_vTFEGXgGKurA063FlwgR_FUUvv75WUXhr6vmjDY3mhN2MPC232lF1d6mxUa_xf-I8bs2D-AtkOPrD6jOo-n2xl1X5hdJ0FtJ8i9M2Puc-9AtCtQbPoqkNE-I4bAqGUFcFQGphkrM/s2240/203.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2240" data-original-width="1577" height="1021" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBuFl7x2cDD30yJLNLS_DyMlnoT1xDn4eXTF005TL7TotKjSYfIE_vTFEGXgGKurA063FlwgR_FUUvv75WUXhr6vmjDY3mhN2MPC232lF1d6mxUa_xf-I8bs2D-AtkOPrD6jOo-n2xl1X5hdJ0FtJ8i9M2Puc-9AtCtQbPoqkNE-I4bAqGUFcFQGphkrM/w718-h1021/203.JPG" width="718" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>The War Bonnet is about to go ON. So, I tell her becoz I told you I don't... and then she says she's going to the Warehouse section AGAIN to verify what Haystrems ARE {she doesn't know either} and come back with some so I can SEE what I should be bringing back for to Receive a Refund!!!!!! OMG, <b>REALLY</b>... you'll gonna go to these lengths to NOT do Right by me now!? She comes back now with some fucking small bundles of what looks like Dead Grass or Straw tied up with String!!!!!! It looks like something you'd feed a Cow or Rabbit, certainly not anything I'd pay $14 for... but whatever. And I'm like, does this even LOOK like something I'd Buy, you've got to be fucking kidding me!? My Purchases are and usually have been Higher End items there, for YEARS now. *LOL coz I'm sure my Face spoke a Thousand Words as she's seriously presenting bundles of Dried fucking Grass and thinking I'm trying to keep some without paying!!!*</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQVH0mrm_c4wYg1aOMVriNoF3b-Q_cdrLJPlvQdFjGlPUhezIFo8Ml-CYMHQLPrbEvlWFFgasHmeZwRpqBzfRYPsgHIYu63oxQ25V8Iqr8kIpq_ibhLOpUXeID6_pW5mtT5Hr6GnIx-yz70cMl1KBS019WSy20yHbSCIZ6TLYxv6kyf8dtjw0HTH-0hdA/s320/190147_412481472142586_1143528480_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="320" data-original-width="244" height="931" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQVH0mrm_c4wYg1aOMVriNoF3b-Q_cdrLJPlvQdFjGlPUhezIFo8Ml-CYMHQLPrbEvlWFFgasHmeZwRpqBzfRYPsgHIYu63oxQ25V8Iqr8kIpq_ibhLOpUXeID6_pW5mtT5Hr6GnIx-yz70cMl1KBS019WSy20yHbSCIZ6TLYxv6kyf8dtjw0HTH-0hdA/w710-h931/190147_412481472142586_1143528480_n.jpg" width="710" /></a></div><br /><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>So, NO, <b>NO</b> they are NOT something I'd EVER Buy in this Lifetime, what would I even DO with them?! What would anyone DO with them?! But, to each their own if someone will Buy bundles of Dried Grass and pay too much for it, I don't fucking CARE! I just want my Refund, NOW! She's now droning on about which Cashier had checked me out on Thursday, but that she doesn't work on a Saturday... Don't CARE... and that she'll want to talk to THAT Girl to VERIFY what she gave me that Day after Checking me out... and I'm like, Don't CARE WHO you talk to, I'm not coming back and I want my Refund NOW, NOT leaving without it in fact! I could tell she was out of excuses to keep giving me the 3rd Degree and I was going very Dark now, I didn't know how much longer I could tolerate her bullshit without Snapping?! Nobody I know would have expected me not to go Postal and come Unhinged by now actually. It was a Miracle! *Bwahahaha*</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqTZXkgbdFn-BfbK_KaE59tLVSkk8dVgs-CX6oEPwBPu2U1J0N3PLXsvDrfzRYNUVKtdQ3eoNBui2V2ucnqHpreVJn1lIhM6D-zLEi3aPsJTU5NIKkFSYLDSaKNhbVUSTFpABMCtiadvWxxRB2qMbhmfKKwMURf_4SOEmTIqw70HjL-r5Hb4vTZzjTUfI/s3296/033.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3296" data-original-width="2472" height="942" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqTZXkgbdFn-BfbK_KaE59tLVSkk8dVgs-CX6oEPwBPu2U1J0N3PLXsvDrfzRYNUVKtdQ3eoNBui2V2ucnqHpreVJn1lIhM6D-zLEi3aPsJTU5NIKkFSYLDSaKNhbVUSTFpABMCtiadvWxxRB2qMbhmfKKwMURf_4SOEmTIqw70HjL-r5Hb4vTZzjTUfI/w707-h942/033.JPG" width="707" /></a></div><br /><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i> So, she reluctantly gives in before I Lose my Shit, and The Man is by now seeing shit's getting REAL and way too Frosty between us. So he rushes up and I tell him it's Okay, they'll be processing my Refund NOW and we'll leave <b>immediately</b>. He said he thought he might have to physically restrain me and someone would end up getting Arrested. *LOL* I really HAD to just Leave in a dignified manner but hastily after the protracted fucking Refund, before I Went Off and we both knew it. She has, all by herself, ensured she's lost our Business and if she continues treating Customers like that, she'll run off more of their Business, Trust and Believe!!! We can spend our Money elsewhere, there's plenty of competitors who know what Customer Service is expected in order to retain Loyal Customers and promote good PR. Any really Bad Experience any Customer has, is never Good for Business and they will always Tell about it... ALWAYS. Just look at YELP Reviews sometime and see how many Customers with a Negative Experience keep their Mouth shut... I'll wait. *Winks* </i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirAkAbvpgQP2YO9HLkdY-6YQLa0Z1u2ftH4hwwaCNvNNxat4hhrkFcvsPVpm0Qc_4w1KUb6c4qHNsBCbm4J9o_R-fzzU-PCQLm-qFS6Sbh_PC-QoWCmmqRRz0iXSg3aLM3avRTZXeVrtuONimWx-DFmrFw6zvSiwtQYmz_xt5B-N1hpZPDYKomkdciL6c/s3296/036.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3296" data-original-width="2472" height="949" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirAkAbvpgQP2YO9HLkdY-6YQLa0Z1u2ftH4hwwaCNvNNxat4hhrkFcvsPVpm0Qc_4w1KUb6c4qHNsBCbm4J9o_R-fzzU-PCQLm-qFS6Sbh_PC-QoWCmmqRRz0iXSg3aLM3avRTZXeVrtuONimWx-DFmrFw6zvSiwtQYmz_xt5B-N1hpZPDYKomkdciL6c/w712-h949/036.JPG" width="712" /></a></div><br /><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>So, anyway, the whole Day didn't go Bad, in fact, it only got better after we left. No, he didn't get his Custom Cowboy Hat, but he said now he wouldn't want to spend another Dime at their Events after that whole Fiasco. He really didn't know what to do or say and he was really Worried I was gonna React after I was Triggered, he was Proud of me for Maintaining my Calm, he knew how hard that was for me. *LOL* I do a lot of Business on the Side with various Vendors/Designers who are Dear Friends, many Buy from me. I will continue to do Business with them despite avoiding that particular Event, so, it's all Good. I'll just do Direct Business exclusively with who I want to and do it from a place of Comfort for me... and them, without fucking incidents or a Situation.</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7s5qpzM32dvynaSmdwWxQPOLUIa38yWb0AOpUSq-s3aBICcTycsmr_d3Kj18bm3XBRXjPA6w5lcGjkHz6U-83g2qm48T8dCa2A6PLyYGDnMcEs9p7cLtXr_JZW9IgTxbdqLZ1Ppu-KwwXuiFC7DOVzTC4fh043tGBaO6pxN2890Frv10Hf-5u-Jkk5eI/s2992/041dd.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2992" data-original-width="2055" height="1044" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7s5qpzM32dvynaSmdwWxQPOLUIa38yWb0AOpUSq-s3aBICcTycsmr_d3Kj18bm3XBRXjPA6w5lcGjkHz6U-83g2qm48T8dCa2A6PLyYGDnMcEs9p7cLtXr_JZW9IgTxbdqLZ1Ppu-KwwXuiFC7DOVzTC4fh043tGBaO6pxN2890Frv10Hf-5u-Jkk5eI/w718-h1044/041dd.JPG" width="718" /></a></div><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>*******</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>Calmly now Yours *Smiles*... Dawn... The Bohemian</i></span></div>Bohemianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03743017084098726581noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4825579903367960408.post-80860315446253680172024-02-17T05:29:00.000-08:002024-02-17T05:41:29.456-08:00You Can't Drink All Day Unless You Start In The Morning<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG1f4K0mtNth_ggOc97WfjHg0sWQAupow31BqSNoomgs_fVzwwtPnUhry90ztMkWvJB0LdL73CX_Qa80p1nxcIYRbLZ37ekAnwd0d2eCDyexE_WXzGLE4cnvSxltH3yErjG6NHPKY5eXRFO87BW5xqXmyNicnOa0shF_2_khJv0q4F8rv-Ra7Uz0MZ8rM/s5152/IMG_7693.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5152" data-original-width="3864" height="1002" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG1f4K0mtNth_ggOc97WfjHg0sWQAupow31BqSNoomgs_fVzwwtPnUhry90ztMkWvJB0LdL73CX_Qa80p1nxcIYRbLZ37ekAnwd0d2eCDyexE_WXzGLE4cnvSxltH3yErjG6NHPKY5eXRFO87BW5xqXmyNicnOa0shF_2_khJv0q4F8rv-Ra7Uz0MZ8rM/w752-h1002/IMG_7693.JPG" width="752" /></a></div><br /><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>Funniest thing I heard Today: <b>You can't Drink all Day unless you Start in the Morning! </b> *Bwahahaha and great Post Title Hook to start the Holiday Weekend* </i></span> <span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>It's Friday in Real Time and The Man's Birthday is falling on the Weekend this Year, on Sunday, he'll be 72. I don't know what he'll want as a pressy or what he'll want to do, so I'm leaving it open to his interpretation of a Special Day for himself. When we were Chazza trawling he'd found some New Old Stock Jean Shorts in Black Denim, Creme Denim, Khaki Denim and Military Camouflage Print Denim. He never wears long Pants anymore, in Arizona, you don't need to. Come Winter a lot of popular Retail Stores Donate their Spring and Summer Line Overstock to the Charity Shops. So he got these about 80% Off the original Price, most still had their Store Tags affixed.</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVCsDdDf04Ayfwzx7kgzcTRfxaejsVIcnEOP7h5ewxH2cXOUptHzOQRXmSI4_ZHFStTBWegvoST1vA-iGRZL08VaIUqqAVq_ybF8hAr-RweRDU16Zv-qrLm4d-JA0C-y3oKtLIgi6KEJNUU0XEwua9DHoWknJZikB8NNC5uHVMu4rhTJAcqgqEld-gwFo/s5152/IMG_7694.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5152" data-original-width="3864" height="996" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVCsDdDf04Ayfwzx7kgzcTRfxaejsVIcnEOP7h5ewxH2cXOUptHzOQRXmSI4_ZHFStTBWegvoST1vA-iGRZL08VaIUqqAVq_ybF8hAr-RweRDU16Zv-qrLm4d-JA0C-y3oKtLIgi6KEJNUU0XEwua9DHoWknJZikB8NNC5uHVMu4rhTJAcqgqEld-gwFo/w747-h996/IMG_7694.JPG" width="747" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><i><br /></i></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>He also got this New Old Stock hideous big bulky Watch that he just Loves becoz it does all kinds of things. *LOL* Not that he can figure out how to use it, but just having all the Dials, ugly Gadgets and Functions fascinates him and it did come with a big ole' Instruction Manual, to make for good Bedtime Reading. *Smiles* It's a Black Rubber looking Case and Band, so not the best Fashion Statement, mebbe Divers use it, I dunno? In a Wetsuit it would look Fashionably appropriate anyway. *LOL* With all those Dials I'm not even sure if he'll be able to tell what Time it is with it, or be totally confused? *Bwahahaha* He wore it all of the first Day he bought it and now it's off and the Novelty probably wore off too, and it will likely remain shelved now? *Winks* Of coarse everything I got is always Cool. *Winking as The Man rolls his Eyes*</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8qieQmL27JB4flqPjeicD-5iIbzIKRhGICriO8qgM4QcRw5Tp-d6CFrRl06CfqHoCEwm2zarLgDuVBe2kdOruxGI4HnWvkQL5f0h8j8XR_KBX7qQuDn1rXedglRr6r5uat-NpPZmfR1TrncBiCYAv6h-_DsluH5NHnDaC3S0_PH4rlJTY6jnpAzr4eWQ/s5152/IMG_7695.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5152" data-original-width="3864" height="983" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8qieQmL27JB4flqPjeicD-5iIbzIKRhGICriO8qgM4QcRw5Tp-d6CFrRl06CfqHoCEwm2zarLgDuVBe2kdOruxGI4HnWvkQL5f0h8j8XR_KBX7qQuDn1rXedglRr6r5uat-NpPZmfR1TrncBiCYAv6h-_DsluH5NHnDaC3S0_PH4rlJTY6jnpAzr4eWQ/w738-h983/IMG_7695.JPG" width="738" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><i><br /></i></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>He didn't even ask what he'd bought me for Valentine's Day, he's just sure it emptied his Wallet, so, as long as Mama's Happy, everyone's Happy, Right? And, that's the Point. *Winks* I did have Fun with my Retail Therapy and went overboard, but, if I don't deserve it, Who does?! *Smiles* Plus, half of what was bought was for Display for the New Showroom I'll be getting next Month and we'd mutually agreed we needed to Trick it out Right to start afresh. You do have to spend some Money to make Money, a lot of new Vendors don't realize that Fact. I was talking to Nan about the Clueless Vendors when I was visiting her Antique Mall.</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9SmDHNoTQBLUMpUfSZeomtpnpzBa3WfgOO2E02rXDcvDRW7dOc-c7nMnv0rTYKjX8OqRTMQwPdRQQatbMGnNNPUzenboq2HHdUEXIBShwZHz85oKnQwamsTt9hB3yps1mIpKcMdyydtsJD5RLQBahgoNorfip7qvoOw-blvmSuorwkLE9zbErspqbfag/s5152/IMG_7699.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5152" data-original-width="3864" height="980" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9SmDHNoTQBLUMpUfSZeomtpnpzBa3WfgOO2E02rXDcvDRW7dOc-c7nMnv0rTYKjX8OqRTMQwPdRQQatbMGnNNPUzenboq2HHdUEXIBShwZHz85oKnQwamsTt9hB3yps1mIpKcMdyydtsJD5RLQBahgoNorfip7qvoOw-blvmSuorwkLE9zbErspqbfag/w735-h980/IMG_7699.JPG" width="735" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><i><br /></i></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>She Vets all her Vendors appropriately, but, many Antique Malls don't, including ours. Some are just glorified Landlords and as long as the Space is Rented they really don't Care. Nan had a Woman come in recently who was gushing that she's Renting a Space at one of those Antique Malls but was clearly Clueless that it should be treated like a Business even if it was Downsizing or a New Hobby. Nan asked her what she'd be Selling? The Industry Folks are great about Cultivating Valuable Contacts among Kindred Spirits. Well, the Woman was Clueless to what she'd be Selling, her Mother had Died and she needed to dispose of Mom's stuff is all. Was it Antiques, Vintage, Collectible stuff? The Woman couldn't be clear on that either. {Sidenote: Above is a Indigo Batik Heart I got at the Event. Below is the other side of it.}</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmLrdZBM_OgCBwNro5WnTBIwwxNl1KdzF3kHKu1I8u8nKq5ecJt8gv1sra_AjYk16UifiIFaWTUmoPi9AQSLZJQegzVjrxRvpVy7sxzahYdlInmo8WPd7z_WgDCTExZAUe3aiySWlTXgO67s3G0ozXZ2rTrpHjEJ9R2PonUw-79IJi0ZcbVN1NjXdmAfg/s2015/427828802_7537533239632853_1894809469554434341_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2015" data-original-width="1504" height="980" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmLrdZBM_OgCBwNro5WnTBIwwxNl1KdzF3kHKu1I8u8nKq5ecJt8gv1sra_AjYk16UifiIFaWTUmoPi9AQSLZJQegzVjrxRvpVy7sxzahYdlInmo8WPd7z_WgDCTExZAUe3aiySWlTXgO67s3G0ozXZ2rTrpHjEJ9R2PonUw-79IJi0ZcbVN1NjXdmAfg/w732-h980/427828802_7537533239632853_1894809469554434341_n.jpg" width="732" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>So, Nan said either the Woman had no idea what Dear Ole' Mom had left behind in the way of an Inheritance to the Heirs... or, she didn't Care... or, it's just gonna be Crap Hawking Yard Sale Style but at a Rented Retail Space? So, if she was at a good Antique Mall looking for Inspiration, we both knew she likely wasn't gonna really find it, if her Merch was Questionable in the first place. And how she'll fare if she doesn't treat it like a Business is Questionable too? Of coarse, whatever her Space ends up looking like will probably attract a certain Demographic of Shopper. Or just flop quickly if she's Clueless and isn't a quick Study on how to Merchandise, Stage, Price and Curate what's being Sold and Maximize her Space to Turn a Profit. And have the Fantasy and Illusion burst that she'll get Rich doing it. *LOL*</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7wqBoS5vX1xRmghl4811Ae1UXCYs8XuDa0c2Hx0do7eGzcXOJoJZhHJGAcI3iRgPgWIm2hiXb1QRPae4nWG-ScntrvpKGZI5cMIWmgMtdQDKzXouoPzo8GAV8Vki-Iu476jgeaJ8-bfO12kUMj7DjcY4qqVJCoW2ScVvRmT9tmyfKOA_bE0oK4SLYUBQ/s5152/IMG_7719.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5152" data-original-width="3864" height="973" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7wqBoS5vX1xRmghl4811Ae1UXCYs8XuDa0c2Hx0do7eGzcXOJoJZhHJGAcI3iRgPgWIm2hiXb1QRPae4nWG-ScntrvpKGZI5cMIWmgMtdQDKzXouoPzo8GAV8Vki-Iu476jgeaJ8-bfO12kUMj7DjcY4qqVJCoW2ScVvRmT9tmyfKOA_bE0oK4SLYUBQ/w730-h973/IMG_7719.JPG" width="730" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><i><br /></i></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>I've seen some Cute Booths and Favorite Vendors with great Merch, but that just had too little in them to even make Rent, let alone Turn a Profit. In my Head I'll be doing the Math and I don't know how the Vendor is expecting to remain Solvent having less in Inventory being Sold than they will Owe in Rent every Month? Just looking Good doesn't cut it any more than looking like a Disaster does. And I've seen Crap Hawkers do Well, and Awesome Vendors have to Fold 'em and Close Shop. You just have to reach your Target Audience, sometimes you just can't if the Location is Wrong. You do have to know who your Customer is, at least who you expect or want to attract to your Space. Will the local Demographic even be the Right one to Appeal to? Of coarse if you're really good enuf, then you could become a Destination for your Customer who will seek you out. I have Regulars who seek me out.</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXZbwySBlUfXRBDg5EiwoCrR9D6Uu2kG516_E2n8RVEik_6nMjn5O_k2VLOAY3cSxmAy6eWBo0x4VnSiva7FQaY-Lad0kXWo613juacnHeXSOMtC2YFBisp3bLfwHq-s1GaZRHozR1CohuCRc-DGLpkgh8Y8gUVW_vNipd1RUMcVO78OMMRSzAhVJz0lQ/s5152/IMG_7716.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5152" data-original-width="3864" height="974" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXZbwySBlUfXRBDg5EiwoCrR9D6Uu2kG516_E2n8RVEik_6nMjn5O_k2VLOAY3cSxmAy6eWBo0x4VnSiva7FQaY-Lad0kXWo613juacnHeXSOMtC2YFBisp3bLfwHq-s1GaZRHozR1CohuCRc-DGLpkgh8Y8gUVW_vNipd1RUMcVO78OMMRSzAhVJz0lQ/w730-h974/IMG_7716.JPG" width="730" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><i><br /></i></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>I'm going to blast away at The RV Garage Mahal again Today once it warms up enuf to. It's still pretty Cold Outside this Morning, but looks Promising to Warm Up and be a Glorious Day. I spent time in the Climate Controlled Art Studio working, so I'll still be productive and I shook my Funk now so should be able to make up for the Lost Time of when I had Bottomed Out on a Downward Bipolar Cycle. *LOL* When I go Manic, I can go in the extreme opposite direction and get amazingly productive and efficient. I like the Manic Cycles, tho' my Muchness intensifies, it's like Muchness on Steroids. *Winks* I can harness that excessive Energy to my Advantage tho', and will while I have it. *Smiles*</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigL53Idf-cw95sjU6tqzUW0q_hrzFjUTBCxU648bbELqiAXPBj2r8szrM7UmHEJig48BatF8fmRGeQJL6T8tVa9vr9FljcFIPJkyY_bNhqyVXQAqaaJSPYAPaLqA-2c3yJl-WajXwa7HYMD7ZsE7vdgbrJC6qKURfqNztMf59wxpzAyeR2P7dd54YaDjA/s5152/IMG_7712.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5152" data-original-width="3864" height="976" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigL53Idf-cw95sjU6tqzUW0q_hrzFjUTBCxU648bbELqiAXPBj2r8szrM7UmHEJig48BatF8fmRGeQJL6T8tVa9vr9FljcFIPJkyY_bNhqyVXQAqaaJSPYAPaLqA-2c3yJl-WajXwa7HYMD7ZsE7vdgbrJC6qKURfqNztMf59wxpzAyeR2P7dd54YaDjA/w732-h976/IMG_7712.JPG" width="732" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><i><br /></i></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>Whenever The Young Prince comes to pick up their possessions, I do want to ask him if he'd like to try to Sell some of his Art in my New Showroom? I'd like to put some of his Art in there, I Love it and Plan to Buy some more of it from him for myself if he's ready to Let Go of some Pieces? I like how he Arted Up some Old Globes I gave him, so would like at least a Trio of them to Display at Home. I want to encourage him to focus on his Art and think about Selling it, he'd continue to Create even if he doesn't, which is Fine, but, I think he could become Well Known, his Style and Art is distinctive and I've seen nothing like it. His Imagination and Creativity is Off the Chain. </i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwvdlIAcvWzy3c6A-tK0WUMLkGtXl9ayMYSbi9V022drGHqKntZhIx_KiytWEKnWNgxrPE0u5RFwE6duNWKpdxLU3GMgStSN6FbXmzwNnWoh7Sz6UU-hCgxCT3gmsDWn7cCZpCaXkn5uBIf3L20ERgIEQDgk8l3CbKy1g67rzRhslqoMvw2ZThM_cJobU/s5152/IMG_7711.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5152" data-original-width="3864" height="976" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwvdlIAcvWzy3c6A-tK0WUMLkGtXl9ayMYSbi9V022drGHqKntZhIx_KiytWEKnWNgxrPE0u5RFwE6duNWKpdxLU3GMgStSN6FbXmzwNnWoh7Sz6UU-hCgxCT3gmsDWn7cCZpCaXkn5uBIf3L20ERgIEQDgk8l3CbKy1g67rzRhslqoMvw2ZThM_cJobU/w732-h976/IMG_7711.JPG" width="732" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><i><br /></i></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>I've talked to him about it and will let him contemplate if he wants to put some of it up For Sale here in Arizona... then get the confidence to put it up For Sale in New Mexico too? He said it's hard to Save there even tho' the Cost of Living is lower, so he could use a supplemental income stream. I talked to him this Morning some more about it, they won't be coming back in February, so are shooting for sometime in March to come back and retrieve their belongings, IF they can find a permanent Rental and get out of Motel Living? The Rents are low there but the amount of Rentals is too, it's not a large Community in Clovis. They have under Forty Thousand Residents, very small compared to Cities in and around Phoenix. Phoenix has a few Million... I think Metro Phoenix, which includes our Community/City, is up past Five Million now and growing exponentially.</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVKD4u9T3Wg6lwHWPbqcpkmeOBbng4E4gk_o5yD8ij82gEDF1nW-jBwOCfFG1iHyYDIW42ZzSzSSr6UtCKJpL7PQoX-7QE06f4KLIKz-1wTOdXC1Nsx-ZT07EA7xQQImseFXVfCQMwglQvsJW-9mNJWM4DLjuRxPYDR5_BEShvHa1KvAqXEAv4-BSyK6E/s5152/IMG_7717.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5152" data-original-width="3864" height="976" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVKD4u9T3Wg6lwHWPbqcpkmeOBbng4E4gk_o5yD8ij82gEDF1nW-jBwOCfFG1iHyYDIW42ZzSzSSr6UtCKJpL7PQoX-7QE06f4KLIKz-1wTOdXC1Nsx-ZT07EA7xQQImseFXVfCQMwglQvsJW-9mNJWM4DLjuRxPYDR5_BEShvHa1KvAqXEAv4-BSyK6E/w732-h976/IMG_7717.JPG" width="732" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><i><br /></i></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>I have to go back to "Sweet Salvage" Saturday, apparently the Cashier made a mistake and didn't charge me for something I bought and inadvertently charged me for something I didn't. They called and when I dug out my Receipt and checked it, saw something listed that wasn't a Right description, something called a Haystrem, which I don't even know what that would be? *LOL* They asked if I had gotten the one Necklace with the Wolf, which I did. Only Three Necklaces were listed on my Receipt and I know I bought Four. So, the only thing I can conclude is the little Bag holding the One Wolf Necklace had the Wrong Tag on it, which wouldn't have been the Cashier's Fault. I don't take the Product up to the Registers or put it in the Gift Bags, Staff does that for you, so, I don't know what happened?</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i> </i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjn0-xLwQYSMsOgYRury40-U62zt-g2ngeYzcM0Ky1EN_OHi2siuUt8_VK7DQM6qZ1SHhHlRNp_WW84hZ2JXGZyWMxNcb3FNHek0xy2OCrFSgrPalFMgpBgbaLeal1ApusBAy0WTxbkJhTtFKK3wntkXJ7eziZL2aTShK4fbD1FrzHfNXLLtYRjjXsA6yY/s5152/IMG_7725.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5152" data-original-width="3864" height="977" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjn0-xLwQYSMsOgYRury40-U62zt-g2ngeYzcM0Ky1EN_OHi2siuUt8_VK7DQM6qZ1SHhHlRNp_WW84hZ2JXGZyWMxNcb3FNHek0xy2OCrFSgrPalFMgpBgbaLeal1ApusBAy0WTxbkJhTtFKK3wntkXJ7eziZL2aTShK4fbD1FrzHfNXLLtYRjjXsA6yY/w733-h977/IMG_7725.JPG" width="733" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><i><br /></i></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>Perhaps something called a Haystrem had been in that Bag before they used it for my Necklace? I tried to Google Haystrem and nothing comes up, so Lord knows what it is? *Ha ha Ha* I don't mind going back, usually I take The Man back on a less busy Day, but I have to Work on his Birthday, which is Sunday, so that Day is too full for me to go back, so Saturday is the only Free Day I have while the Event is still running. I didn't get the Call from them until Late on Friday and we were doing something. I knew I hadn't entered any of my Receipts into my Check Ledger yet, so Luckily hadn't thrown my Copy away. So they'll probably Issue a Credit for what I got Charged for and adjust what I should have gotten Charged for? I should probably always check Receipts for errors, but I Confess most of the time I don't, especially if I have all my Items.</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrmLphIZAB3g4HCRWXY5Mci0qAoYLxcj2dHBSlr2-FpC7k8aHlM_VuGNMkno-B-wRuFpjDCUh4uhyphenhyphenqcrMGxQawJ9ozTSmmobI8F6yhNugavIoBFYqx9rQQxdNNdnsH_qQc9oHfTa7FXTbO_Axnf1_SCyJH4YqJwqYnHHz74C69TVFS6E2VrcCiPZ1O1bU/s5152/IMG_7727.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5152" data-original-width="3864" height="983" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrmLphIZAB3g4HCRWXY5Mci0qAoYLxcj2dHBSlr2-FpC7k8aHlM_VuGNMkno-B-wRuFpjDCUh4uhyphenhyphenqcrMGxQawJ9ozTSmmobI8F6yhNugavIoBFYqx9rQQxdNNdnsH_qQc9oHfTa7FXTbO_Axnf1_SCyJH4YqJwqYnHHz74C69TVFS6E2VrcCiPZ1O1bU/w737-h983/IMG_7727.JPG" width="737" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><i><br /></i></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>Anyway, The Man is saying he may be wanting to Buy another Cowboy Hat from the little Gal that Creates them and I bought the Wolf Necklace from. So, he's glad we're going back to correct the mistake made on my Purchase from Thursday. *LOL* He's notoriously hard to Buy for, so I'm glad he likes her Hats and he'll then have Three of them, which is an Official "Collection" once you have a Trio of anything. *Winks* We hadn't Planned anything for Saturday, so, I'm glad I can squeeze in going back, usually my Weekends are too busy for any unexpected requests to make a Special Trip anywhere.</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2DRoOEdcbB8NV-0thUJXpO3WpGOsAIjMjdWCFJ5i3KVr46-1tDr-tnm7G_BLySSw3t7jBZE7k3u9KdsZfB8XVTFuoIDOsloNyhwePMzg4i8DBhHC3XxqfqwEhgNh93Jf68wM_-wy_g-xNC8lK0NgMzH2KjME5USPNvelFUB8Q0wC2BQ9c2dwk9zf22hI/s5152/IMG_7691.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5152" data-original-width="3864" height="971" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2DRoOEdcbB8NV-0thUJXpO3WpGOsAIjMjdWCFJ5i3KVr46-1tDr-tnm7G_BLySSw3t7jBZE7k3u9KdsZfB8XVTFuoIDOsloNyhwePMzg4i8DBhHC3XxqfqwEhgNh93Jf68wM_-wy_g-xNC8lK0NgMzH2KjME5USPNvelFUB8Q0wC2BQ9c2dwk9zf22hI/w728-h971/IMG_7691.JPG" width="728" /></a></span></div><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Today I spent the Morning in The RV Garage Mahal working on it and then The Man and I went to do Environmental Cleanup after Noon and having Brunch, since it was a Glorious Day Outside. I will be Working both Sunday Night {my Regular Shift} and Monday Night, since they asked me if I'd work the President's Day Sale on Monday Night too? I agreed, since I'll just be an 'Extra' on that Shift for the Sale. Jackson is back from his Cruise, so I don't have to Cover for him anymore. Apparently the Cruise didn't stop at every Port they should have because in the Bahamas there is such High Crime right now it's too dangerous for Tourists!!! There is a U.S. Advisory out Cautioning Travelers to the Bahamas, so that's gotta be Bad for their Tourism Industry, which they heavily rely on. Apparently they had 18 Murders in One Month!!! Yikes!</i></div></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLdJz6f7zlZcLJv4Z8IBRf3wG-7j1svoISylE07h4sOjpJUfOxjXtlcYB75MpUFksxBX_uhyphenhyphenSTziY8I2LVO7rw-_XqxtxFMyCEsdeH6s6orQnecdIk8JQTurHAc2QQb379djoIi49tpXorCi3IUVBsfEklvReCqLDsjs9Uzs0e9Kbib8vsR5ejhxXNu10/s5152/IMG_7731.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5152" data-original-width="3864" height="971" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLdJz6f7zlZcLJv4Z8IBRf3wG-7j1svoISylE07h4sOjpJUfOxjXtlcYB75MpUFksxBX_uhyphenhyphenSTziY8I2LVO7rw-_XqxtxFMyCEsdeH6s6orQnecdIk8JQTurHAc2QQb379djoIi49tpXorCi3IUVBsfEklvReCqLDsjs9Uzs0e9Kbib8vsR5ejhxXNu10/w728-h971/IMG_7731.JPG" width="728" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><i><br /></i></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>I'm not so much having Cruise Envy when I hear shit like that, Safety for me is paramount and if Traveling outside of the Country has become too risky, forget about it. I know that they go on a lot of Cruises, so I don't know if this is uncommon or not, to Schedule Trips to go certain places, get on the Ship and then not be able to Dock at the Ports you should have been able to visit and Paid to go to? Just being on the Ship isn't the Destination, so I'd want my Fare reduced by whatever they weren't able to Deliver on the itinerary and had to bypass. Or, at least Warn you in Advance of Paying for the Cruise, that they won't be stopping at those Locations and the reasons Why. I know even here at the Phoenix Open for Golf, they had to turn away people who Paid to Attend, since, they couldn't control the Crowd Size and things got too rowdy!!!</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirTyOzffDmuZC9TenSCJouZiTkND22F3m76yUGPqUM2vHCEK_twbf0svR3NBhmoYIUbPGhzjobbIgXnMuiwIkXN9uEVgUqeP2ZTt0sehinJEAlWQTWQE8IpVP_pIEr3Tk6zLnfkvGzsdHH_eWsiXYHfAfv85ZsJgefeDsioesfqjmsLwBX-2p_f8uCYYQ/s5152/IMG_7689.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5152" data-original-width="3864" height="970" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirTyOzffDmuZC9TenSCJouZiTkND22F3m76yUGPqUM2vHCEK_twbf0svR3NBhmoYIUbPGhzjobbIgXnMuiwIkXN9uEVgUqeP2ZTt0sehinJEAlWQTWQE8IpVP_pIEr3Tk6zLnfkvGzsdHH_eWsiXYHfAfv85ZsJgefeDsioesfqjmsLwBX-2p_f8uCYYQ/w727-h970/IMG_7689.JPG" width="727" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><i><br /></i></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>If someone prepaid to Attend, made the Trip here from somewhere else, I would imagine not being able to get in would really piss them off and ruin their whole Vacation. I heard they're offering Refunds, but just on the Entrance Fee, not on what people might have otherwise Paid to attend and come to Scottsdale for the Event. The Weather wasn't good as it was, so those that did get in were faced with a lot of Mud, Hail and Rain... and some Rounds were Suspended due to inclement Weather. It was too congested and chaotic, so poor Planning for how big the Event has become. Yet, they're talking about making it even larger, which, if they can't control the size it's become now, that would be potentially making a bad situation worse IMO.</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizsoFnJC17gtyOgLlh13u135mF4Qb4k83rglPVwcxI-7sUs5JtnpB_n4Ld9CfwErh2rytXlwSyrHDrw8nwKkTWtMEbg47k9Bt-Wdvgo0U48LPzkesLeE6RvG6OC2dDNvGC-s9ovMgUSnYsqnGdBA1DpilFvEskGeqgwcRoYwVurha4SG-JM_c5CQS6nWg/s5152/IMG_7698.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5152" data-original-width="3864" height="973" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizsoFnJC17gtyOgLlh13u135mF4Qb4k83rglPVwcxI-7sUs5JtnpB_n4Ld9CfwErh2rytXlwSyrHDrw8nwKkTWtMEbg47k9Bt-Wdvgo0U48LPzkesLeE6RvG6OC2dDNvGC-s9ovMgUSnYsqnGdBA1DpilFvEskGeqgwcRoYwVurha4SG-JM_c5CQS6nWg/w730-h973/IMG_7698.JPG" width="730" /></a></span></div><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: center;"><i>The Daughter has been having to stay really late at Work becoz her Boss gives her a ride and he always works late. She hates to ask me to take her back and forth again, but it is making for a long day for her, being there from Opening until way past Closing. She leaves before the Sun comes up and gets Home barely before Midnight, but, she's reluctant to say anything, she doesn't want to jeopardize her job or getting transportation. She can't drive, EVER, due to her condition, her Disability is too profound to obtain a license. So, I've got to decide if we'll tell him I'll start picking her up, even if he's willing to still bring her to work. She understands he owns the Business so has to stay for however long it requires of him.</i></div></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"> </i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4MJhzoW-4ivPWaJVra_jJ4065DKkkbDreV89TRP9OFAgzTSYEyDlWRVyABUSXYEaRXavYipzWa7jJucxPLJ61SQwI_fGNAc-HBtxgAeW6fYdED3ut9HboxbPWDxz_G8fRE9xMEIaoG3UN1uMCVeVosNhgAPIrne6SyK_Sx1S-I_HQ0IexLlaRxq1mUEo/s5152/IMG_7720.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5152" data-original-width="3864" height="973" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4MJhzoW-4ivPWaJVra_jJ4065DKkkbDreV89TRP9OFAgzTSYEyDlWRVyABUSXYEaRXavYipzWa7jJucxPLJ61SQwI_fGNAc-HBtxgAeW6fYdED3ut9HboxbPWDxz_G8fRE9xMEIaoG3UN1uMCVeVosNhgAPIrne6SyK_Sx1S-I_HQ0IexLlaRxq1mUEo/w730-h973/IMG_7720.JPG" width="730" /></a></span></div><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: center;"><i>She enjoys the camaraderie of all the Mechanics, who if they work late are on Overtime. She Entertains them all with her Vida Loca Stories. And, her Boss has give her more for her time and been kind enough to buy Dinner and have it delivered for everyone working late. She's not working tho', so it just makes for a day that wipes her out and takes the entire Day rather than just the Hours she'd normally be doing what she does. She's been sending half her paycheck to Mexico for her Three Daughters there, each is living with extended Family so she wants to help pay for their expenses that would be a financial hardship on the Relatives that have each Girl. The Oldest one needed Tuition and her Graduation Pixs paid for recently, she's in College now on a Scholarship.</i></div></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpVe-uCmn-Xi8QvJwj86ZeYgs5lEXOqjhoXslECwLqkXREi4Y9uApzS6-opONplUcTY5j6-oFQGyxKK9YBa9VI1Ew1ZgIBG9Y2ENRe1vHJQTKZzDkiuKQ0UsupGXIt3xlZbvwOS8qUPYX0D66_SdaV14QCHwfOPegWEjt_58oWd9qQYzmzBgd0wMpJK4A/s5152/IMG_7739.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5152" data-original-width="3864" height="974" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpVe-uCmn-Xi8QvJwj86ZeYgs5lEXOqjhoXslECwLqkXREi4Y9uApzS6-opONplUcTY5j6-oFQGyxKK9YBa9VI1Ew1ZgIBG9Y2ENRe1vHJQTKZzDkiuKQ0UsupGXIt3xlZbvwOS8qUPYX0D66_SdaV14QCHwfOPegWEjt_58oWd9qQYzmzBgd0wMpJK4A/w730-h974/IMG_7739.JPG" width="730" /></a></span></div><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: center;"><i>The Younger Two needed some necessities too and she never sends Money for one without sending some for all of them. Since, they don't live together anymore, but contact each other frequently. So, she doesn't want to lose her Employment, even tho' it's part time, since, she hasn't yet gone to Social Security to re-apply for SSI Benefits that she used to have before she left the Country 18 Years ago. She dislikes going for the Psyche Evals it will require to re-establish her permanent Disability. Recertification for a PERMANENT Disability seems excessive to me anyway, but the VA has done it as well from time to time with The Man, so, whatever. You have to get updated Letters and confirmation that your Permanent Disability hasn't miraculously become Unpermanent, I guess? That's not even a Word BTW, since it is ridiculous, Right? *Eye Roll*</i></div></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjozYzKvzuJqf_gtsFH6JImiVsVG6fshAobBq-AVm0HanEChNzhEFqrqvQTGJCG4M4IiNffyb4mvDZMz42FKYny_ikR70iEZ9qedCTQFntGyQcgB1VRmnGvNaidGYr2qJQXQ67848FV-zxJQl0-xk8Zyy3cncuN1It8elUa7GVmauc56sm9ODo-g_Vga6s/s5152/IMG_7738.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5152" data-original-width="3864" height="972" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjozYzKvzuJqf_gtsFH6JImiVsVG6fshAobBq-AVm0HanEChNzhEFqrqvQTGJCG4M4IiNffyb4mvDZMz42FKYny_ikR70iEZ9qedCTQFntGyQcgB1VRmnGvNaidGYr2qJQXQ67848FV-zxJQl0-xk8Zyy3cncuN1It8elUa7GVmauc56sm9ODo-g_Vga6s/w729-h972/IMG_7738.JPG" width="729" /></a></span></div><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Anyway, there were some things I got on Thursday that I forgot to include in my Scores I revealed... I got this ginormous Alligator Foot Paperweight! I Love the Weird and the Wonderful, and will Display Rings and Necklaces on it. BTW: Ginormous IS a legit Word and Spellchecker recognizes it, LOL. I find it Interesting that this Alligator's Foot had no Claw on the largest Toe, I guess if they lose one it doesn't grow back? I didn't know that an Alligator has Five Toes on the Front Feet and Four on the Back Feet that are Webbed. I didn't know that all it's Feet aren't the same, so that's some Alligator Trivia for ya and made it clear this is a Back Foot. And, that only the first Three Toes have Claws, so, there ya go, this is a Normal Foot and the One Toe isn't supposed to have a Claw, who knew? You Learn something New every Day if you Google often enuf. *winks* This Foot is way bigger than my Hand... Big Gator, probably in excess of Six Feet Long.</i></div></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgn59Ywk7DTescaoqJkMOkY1K9ubwaxqk2KUNg0MLQAalqrVPP3JdcC9asqASqn07DcvfIIesZ4ut7Mh366T7Y6Dz4Hp3hPC8i3kvDbqr4h1qmFy1Ee3Nhpyalnxfr9KDrZEXZCPrdKvAMSu9RrS3WslE1xF_DofxS8gtAJtefYJVAYW2akGN-glqQ_SAg/s5152/IMG_7742.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5152" data-original-width="3864" height="969" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgn59Ywk7DTescaoqJkMOkY1K9ubwaxqk2KUNg0MLQAalqrVPP3JdcC9asqASqn07DcvfIIesZ4ut7Mh366T7Y6Dz4Hp3hPC8i3kvDbqr4h1qmFy1Ee3Nhpyalnxfr9KDrZEXZCPrdKvAMSu9RrS3WslE1xF_DofxS8gtAJtefYJVAYW2akGN-glqQ_SAg/w727-h969/IMG_7742.JPG" width="727" /></a></span></div><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Plus I got this Quartet of Metal and Wood Chairs on The Cheap, the Price for all was lower than what one should cost new. The Wood is quite bleached out but they're in decent condition with some Patina now and I plan to Marine Varnish the Wood as a Preservation measure and use them on the back Patio. I'm going to be Selling some Antique and Vintage Chairs I only have One of, when I get the New Showroom in late March. The Kiddos and their Friends are hard on Antique Chairs and have broken a few, since, they can be more fragile than a New Chair or a Sturdier Designed one. So, the Chairs used in areas that get a lot of traffic and Guests, I plan to just replace with sturdier Chairs like these. When I Moved from Villa Boheme' I had Sold Off a lot of my Antique Orphaned Single Chairs, but kept a few Favs. Now I'm letting those Favs be Sold since they're just not so functional for Daily use.</i></div></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"> </i></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgx-FHV0MkeQhor3lF5i5f7HbCcWMscnQMihaPwjlTzokMKUBtgtdhJaDQrl5VKCGKXUL1VTHWErVUaMC1poayUsqf5oLfrjLG_j37TysQ7aNp6_iH2nDDIKS6M6t4Uk38XEwAtd-vjJUKRjE1P5o92hY-aDB4LwPPHOntZ8xV5xVAlPEzyMm_yGLRHm68/s5152/IMG_7741.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5152" data-original-width="3864" height="968" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgx-FHV0MkeQhor3lF5i5f7HbCcWMscnQMihaPwjlTzokMKUBtgtdhJaDQrl5VKCGKXUL1VTHWErVUaMC1poayUsqf5oLfrjLG_j37TysQ7aNp6_iH2nDDIKS6M6t4Uk38XEwAtd-vjJUKRjE1P5o92hY-aDB4LwPPHOntZ8xV5xVAlPEzyMm_yGLRHm68/w726-h968/IMG_7741.JPG" width="726" /></a></span></div><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: center;"><i>I individually bagged up all the LPS I had recently Scored at a Chazza in Bagged Lots, there were way more of them than I realized, 38! Must have been someone's whole Collection of them? You just never find them in Thrifts anymore and IF you do, they usually overprice them, knowing they're a Hot Toy Series Collectible, so these were a Rare Find now. I was way across the City when I found them at a Chazza I rarely get to Shop at. I think what happens closer to Home is that other Vendors from my own Antique Mall are competing for Sourcing Inventory and so they hit all the Secondhand Shops, Yard Sales and Estate Sales regularly, far more than we ever would. So, things are Picked Over and I don't Source most of my Inventory, I'm Downsizing, so the majority of what we're Selling is from our own Private Collections and not bought for Resale.</i></div></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPHKfLRYMcWkjXcW-QlEJNBDdIvyL9IK19UN__1WwbiEccff_RCIu8CCHq7LG1nHt2PbsBG7vsKVbVYBCXLVpU-BDkXbkK4WqH56djPnMv6rVRMcp62oTeZgs_q1J8MdOB08PYFzapIQeeP4uiJ3Qs1C75dt0VhC-hSVZ_-qwmGxYDZaY7jqlhT2gKcCE/s5152/IMG_7736.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5152" data-original-width="3864" height="969" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPHKfLRYMcWkjXcW-QlEJNBDdIvyL9IK19UN__1WwbiEccff_RCIu8CCHq7LG1nHt2PbsBG7vsKVbVYBCXLVpU-BDkXbkK4WqH56djPnMv6rVRMcp62oTeZgs_q1J8MdOB08PYFzapIQeeP4uiJ3Qs1C75dt0VhC-hSVZ_-qwmGxYDZaY7jqlhT2gKcCE/w727-h969/IMG_7736.JPG" width="727" /></a></span></div><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: center;"><i>I don't even know how a Vendor relying on Purchasing for Resale even makes their Margins these days? It seems to be with the advent of the Internet, everyone knows what they have now and how much it's worth. So, it's Rare anymore to find a lot of Bargains. If you're Buying for yourself and your own Collections, then you're probably going to do Fine, but a Resaler really has to Pay Up now for Inventory at most places that used to have the Bargains you could make Money on Re-Selling. Sometimes I'm shocked at how much is being asked at the Thrift Stores, they sometimes charge as much, or even more than what Vendors at an Antique Store are Selling the items for. Since their Stock is typically a Donation that cost them nothing, and they don't have to Charge Tax if they're a Charity, that's Surprising.</i></div></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: large; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgW8RL-UJ7PLGhOANY1Qx4bs5WK3p8oExuD22JUIx4eMKG7bBtjh0JOaDadJzZeDc_s4WXaTTJgSYmTanMXGOq6UTGRWtkz7byzlsKaqwNo4QrY5j19HgnYx106dzJvEvyDxBEogjcn7WRz4XonG99S2sHGm0bCDFNie0RvQqcrt9x95gmIPNMF_N2Au_c/s5152/IMG_7734.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5152" data-original-width="3864" height="969" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgW8RL-UJ7PLGhOANY1Qx4bs5WK3p8oExuD22JUIx4eMKG7bBtjh0JOaDadJzZeDc_s4WXaTTJgSYmTanMXGOq6UTGRWtkz7byzlsKaqwNo4QrY5j19HgnYx106dzJvEvyDxBEogjcn7WRz4XonG99S2sHGm0bCDFNie0RvQqcrt9x95gmIPNMF_N2Au_c/w727-h969/IMG_7734.JPG" width="727" /></a></span></div><p style="font-size: large; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><div style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-size: large;">Even tho' sometimes it seems as tho' I could be Selling Off my excess for a Lifetime that I have left, should I finally Sell Off everything I want to, I'm not sure I'd still want any overhead Rental Space and try to keep it Stocked? A lot of Vendors do and certainly the Event and Show Pickers do, since for a lot of them it's a Living and not Downsizing or a Hobby. But they must have to spend an inordinate amount of Time, Expense and Energy trying to Source enuf of it? Or at least I Imagine they would to be able to keep having Fresh Quality Merch? I just don't see enuf Quality Merch out there anymore to make it NOT an Ordeal and a lot of Pressure to be able to Find what you'd need constantly... and what is out there that is Quality, now is Priced pretty High.</i></div></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: large; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0OrK4otjqTWuwNmwXCL7yXbst45WQf2Z_TBITDEEZQjRWN1d8SL51cWDak1PU8ubtH7FOBosGPmBGh6gcN_QdZlllkWcJjHStJpEGXeo33ReAFbNAsAwOi3JhzcuvJmbwlUpn2K28co5SptX58FE8gin4tANEFSQAHhu75UwjuUkhwe6dgJZ6mSOPbjE/s2530/IMG_7507.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2530" data-original-width="1905" height="967" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0OrK4otjqTWuwNmwXCL7yXbst45WQf2Z_TBITDEEZQjRWN1d8SL51cWDak1PU8ubtH7FOBosGPmBGh6gcN_QdZlllkWcJjHStJpEGXeo33ReAFbNAsAwOi3JhzcuvJmbwlUpn2K28co5SptX58FE8gin4tANEFSQAHhu75UwjuUkhwe6dgJZ6mSOPbjE/w728-h967/IMG_7507.JPG" width="728" /></a></span></div><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>I know that at the Antique Mall we constantly have Customers off the Street coming in trying to Sell something to Vendors and asking if any of us Buy? But, Nine times out of Ten, they think they'll get the End of the Rainbow Price for it from a Resaler. They Imagine that someone in the Business can afford to pay them what it's Full Value is and that's what they want for it. Some even want more becoz they Assume their Treasure is worth far more on the Retail Market than what it's fetching now. Just becoz something is Old doesn't mean it's Valuable nor a Quick Turn, some of it is even worthless since nobody is Buying it anymore. Fine China is an example of what used to fetch a lot when it had it's heyday in the Past and people actually used it and had their "Good China", now you can hardly give it away, so nobody bothers with it.</i></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i> </i></span></span></p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: large; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhY80o-vBZZE3YpKXuWZAPHVWA6hyphenhyphenrRvmiqgkLOlEFJaa604cja6LgI0F3VnmZ6jtSR-yvMPZ3Xn_4WDyfR0R-Pp_UKWNJXqY1mbwz0bn_CPYqr9KcKTvUUpVbrPPkA3vJD7qBQ0TpHNTKkfjXhyOLGbt-6KL_F3fFbuIcwYora73O9SfI74kAXdGbrcok/s5152/IMG_7641.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5152" data-original-width="3864" height="970" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhY80o-vBZZE3YpKXuWZAPHVWA6hyphenhyphenrRvmiqgkLOlEFJaa604cja6LgI0F3VnmZ6jtSR-yvMPZ3Xn_4WDyfR0R-Pp_UKWNJXqY1mbwz0bn_CPYqr9KcKTvUUpVbrPPkA3vJD7qBQ0TpHNTKkfjXhyOLGbt-6KL_F3fFbuIcwYora73O9SfI74kAXdGbrcok/w728-h970/IMG_7641.JPG" width="728" /></a></div><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>Then there are Trending items that Surged in Popularity that used to be Inexpensive, like Jadeite. I remember when they gave it away as a Premium at Gas Stations when you filled up. That's how my Mom got hers and others got theirs in the 1940-1950's Eras from Hardware Stores or Five and Dimes for a pittance. Now, it commands quite a price when you can even find it For Sale. I have a lot of it, but it's not my Mom's, she GAVE hers away... Gasp... unbeknownst to me since she thought it to still be worthless and not anything us Kids would even want! She saved her Good China instead, thinking it still to be valuable and it wasn't, nor did we want it either. *LOL* Plus, he lives in the Mecca of Pickin' Folklore, in and around Hollywood where they have Warehouses in the Movie and Entertainment Industry of the Real Deal used as Props, Costumes and such for every Period imaginable.</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i> </i></span></p><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: large; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghJkj-YfbpntovNLz9Y2ceKYQuAa5h7oKiSpmgTnvMtOULR_q04QsTrxeeuGZIY8vihm84bgET94jU9xStUyIxZiX6b8lS2jcuvBhShFgqFQttV-e8IhILcXPwN5bo7R16mTUsP7v2E8SayCvHE3SWfQvztEaYRcjQNu8YuDWvHpfgnm0EYaErM9yqxto/s4388/IMG_5253.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4388" data-original-width="2772" height="1153" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghJkj-YfbpntovNLz9Y2ceKYQuAa5h7oKiSpmgTnvMtOULR_q04QsTrxeeuGZIY8vihm84bgET94jU9xStUyIxZiX6b8lS2jcuvBhShFgqFQttV-e8IhILcXPwN5bo7R16mTUsP7v2E8SayCvHE3SWfQvztEaYRcjQNu8YuDWvHpfgnm0EYaErM9yqxto/w728-h1153/IMG_5253.JPG" width="728" /></a></div><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p></span><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: center;"><i>I know Mom's Limoges, Rosenthal, Flow Blue, Chinz, Blue Willow, Wedgwood and such, I had to often Sell some of it for a Buck apiece to get rid of it at the Antique Mall. Mom would have been mortified, but it sat Collecting Dust and taking up Space too long in my Showroom to be profitable. Crystal is another thing I can't hardly give away that was my Mom's and she had a lot of that my Brother and I inherited and didn't know what to do with since we certainly weren't gonna use it ever? My Brother Sold in a Historic Building Antique Mall in Pomona in California on Antique Row. He doesn't anymore tho'... I think the Antique Mall Closed after many Years in Business that he was Renting a Space from. It even still had a Water Driven Elevator in it and his Booth was on the 2nd Floor of the lovely Historic Building it was Housed in.</i></div></i><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSsbpbkJTA-G0H6F38n7YYq3GlxcGBrYAo5ihub3D-eBFmzfWrJFtPbuVjmV8q4hcy1NegcsuX6kr8wO2QaCVLw1qC903YgS0MSV2iU8T0dVu7ocCc_VBsJMVh8Cs-pzeJqXlLKvXP2PHV2R8KbT9PAqc4zT_6BxJxzOZpY5-8qkYwuoSnJPAP5R1NqpI/s680/20210613_144041.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="510" data-original-width="680" height="560" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSsbpbkJTA-G0H6F38n7YYq3GlxcGBrYAo5ihub3D-eBFmzfWrJFtPbuVjmV8q4hcy1NegcsuX6kr8wO2QaCVLw1qC903YgS0MSV2iU8T0dVu7ocCc_VBsJMVh8Cs-pzeJqXlLKvXP2PHV2R8KbT9PAqc4zT_6BxJxzOZpY5-8qkYwuoSnJPAP5R1NqpI/w746-h560/20210613_144041.jpg" width="746" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-size: large;">The last time we visited Cali to see Mom on Mother's Day the last Year when she was still Alive, my Brother took us to Antique Row. I can't recall exactly, but that Building you see on the Right was the Antique Mall Store he was in on the 2nd Floor and he had one of those Windows that faces the Front in his Booth. Such a great Old Historic Building made a great Backdrop for Selling Antiquities and Collectibles. My Brother was mostly Downsizing what he'd Inherited from our Parents, he's not one to Decorate with Vintage or Antiques, and his Collectibles are far different than what our Parents Collected. My Brother and his Lady were in the Entertainment Industry in Hollywood. They have Cultivated a ton of Contacts over the many Years in the Industry before they Retired from their Industry Careers working with Celebs and Entertainers. </i></div></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: large; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjhpwPKR6Nt2pQAhQpaxp5QZODiWqHblo7omw02AJghyphenhyphenzOrHV4jlDL8f2eA_z8O5boTF7VP2D73GxwxyDkfQK92jfCOvNIf0ubNdJVLllUDgOp3P2GB8ud2eO1CsAyZGFeP5rBR6hd0AliMxQLx_XTJjpZ-x1FAq9oEn_25UIMykwic0WqTEj5EYPYwx8/s5152/IMG_7710.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5152" data-original-width="3864" height="973" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjhpwPKR6Nt2pQAhQpaxp5QZODiWqHblo7omw02AJghyphenhyphenzOrHV4jlDL8f2eA_z8O5boTF7VP2D73GxwxyDkfQK92jfCOvNIf0ubNdJVLllUDgOp3P2GB8ud2eO1CsAyZGFeP5rBR6hd0AliMxQLx_XTJjpZ-x1FAq9oEn_25UIMykwic0WqTEj5EYPYwx8/w730-h973/IMG_7710.JPG" width="730" /></a></span></div><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></span></p><i style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: center;"><i>So most of his Collections are from Cult Classic Movies and the Real Props used in them, or from Actors and Celebrities he knew or had as Clients. He has an Original Yoda from the First Star Wars Movie, among other things now worth a lot. Plus one of his Best Friends owns a Business that clears out Storage Lockers for Famous People so they don't have to do it themselves. They often tell them to dispose of the contents or Gift it to them. So, he had to have a way of disposing of what was from the Storage Lockers that had significant Value and wouldn't just be Donated. One of my Bear Heads he gave me on my Birthday, a whole other Funny Story, was from such a Locker of someone well known in Hollywood. Everyone he knew thought it hilarious he was gonna send it to his Older Sister for her Birthday and even Stranger, that I'd be Jazzed about it. *LMAOROTF*</i></div></i><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: large; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNH1yQFpt7hEc0quowlJNxJQDICEi-EW4uq_qBLhovwckM13PXMix2SePUFG7EeDdvWUMVbugDAwTwGfDHzUvd2qDDn7OU3JD6U1OOKSiwbu13PuV_oveRC63TVhp5rJo-tT2fRqOwbT8qCCBsn_oZlRnJ3h-NaNnY0WnYJjrZaI9GipDseAvHaQSxgsk/s3993/IMG_7726.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3993" data-original-width="2480" height="1174" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNH1yQFpt7hEc0quowlJNxJQDICEi-EW4uq_qBLhovwckM13PXMix2SePUFG7EeDdvWUMVbugDAwTwGfDHzUvd2qDDn7OU3JD6U1OOKSiwbu13PuV_oveRC63TVhp5rJo-tT2fRqOwbT8qCCBsn_oZlRnJ3h-NaNnY0WnYJjrZaI9GipDseAvHaQSxgsk/w730-h1174/IMG_7726.JPG" width="730" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-size: large;">*******</i></div></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><i style="font-size: large;">Blessings, Love and Light from the Arizona Desert... 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