tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-45730127645536484402024-02-19T01:05:27.879-05:00A Matter of MemoriesSandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08195901871858415959noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573012764553648440.post-27427694235913391722010-11-21T20:57:00.000-05:002010-11-21T20:57:28.400-05:00Opening November 29, 2010!!!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.simplytimeless.co/"><img border="0" height="59" ox="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjP8Dx8lJJjlP4uHO1fEcvgPnS_u0h267iuimP1Vbe78YdlztrUbsCyKhThaWtCxvzySK6teq6yKkh1A7m_Yf3FBMFfIAKsQFSs7x6hscY-mDR3zpsv7ed0gsAMV302OPUrZnUoFlHyd6u5/s320/11-21-2010+8-54-39+PM.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Sandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08195901871858415959noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573012764553648440.post-15386774246734335332010-09-11T21:31:00.000-04:002010-11-19T20:25:04.250-05:00Memorial to all who lost a loved one, those who lost his life and all America!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">. . . please click on photo!</span></span></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.jontzen.com/tribute.htm"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEig_ionVYRZA1aia0zDjiAe-XbG28WEAlDPJzt3b8wNaysU5I6tjzcMfxpSio5v2ubB6Mx-Yt3S-pN-9p_7WRPCbdFAU0ahjGPRVfcIhQCZTPiQyqq2crdgC1ecNIECoLPOYNDopNM-f6bD/s320/We+Shall+Never+Forget.jpg" /></a></div>Sandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08195901871858415959noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573012764553648440.post-2419394412663018742010-07-25T17:41:00.001-04:002010-11-21T19:53:21.725-05:00How very annoying!<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b45f06; font-family: "Baby Boston"; font-size: 13px;"><b></b></span><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiO7npDrouZ0qOxeRlaWZm0vXY127InkowUpP12KNwfF-R_p2KSieuh3mLykAW59d2DWmREsKpjNatBNwNdhSN3XGfzBZUgNBBDClN9SMMth_YdisrhX8JnXz6XCiSMOd_X1mtrXOj1ZxSm/s1600/blog+clip+2+copy.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiO7npDrouZ0qOxeRlaWZm0vXY127InkowUpP12KNwfF-R_p2KSieuh3mLykAW59d2DWmREsKpjNatBNwNdhSN3XGfzBZUgNBBDClN9SMMth_YdisrhX8JnXz6XCiSMOd_X1mtrXOj1ZxSm/s320/blog+clip+2+copy.bmp" /></span></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0pt; text-align: left;"><div style="margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: "Baby Boston";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-size: medium;">I have not added photos to my blog through Photobucket yet there is a very annoying, floating message advising me that my photo or video has been deleted or removed. grrrrrrrrr!</span></span></span></div></div>Sandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08195901871858415959noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573012764553648440.post-47615720607782884372010-06-16T22:41:00.001-04:002010-11-21T19:56:08.601-05:00Thought from a three year old . . .<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmlF9MwmXSZIBs2-pOnsK5tzzpkZL2hIAGyqZMWRw91cVU6srbImldazM-HpqQlDFGqgtYzgyMWVV081iQqeyqjIhoAm2xT3Y5tatwEs2DI5QjGNi-c49H4soFJ9THl2MQLAEuyzbeqlEl/s1600/Wesleys+questions+1_edited-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><br />
<img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmlF9MwmXSZIBs2-pOnsK5tzzpkZL2hIAGyqZMWRw91cVU6srbImldazM-HpqQlDFGqgtYzgyMWVV081iQqeyqjIhoAm2xT3Y5tatwEs2DI5QjGNi-c49H4soFJ9THl2MQLAEuyzbeqlEl/s320/Wesleys+questions+1_edited-2.jpg" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">My father died in 1982 of lung cancer, my oldest daughter was 3 1/2 ~ her son/my grandson is now the same age as she when we lost Daddy. Apparently Jil has shared pictures of him with Wesley as we were at my Mom's and I ask Wesley if he knew who was in the picture I gave to my Mother. To my surprise, he quickly responded "Stanley-Pop." Well, both names were right and knowing Wesley when Jil told him he was Pop (her grandfather) the next words from his mouth must have been, what is his name. Ahhhh . . . what a memory Wesley !!!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">Then on Saturday, my Mother's family gathered for a Tyler reunion in celebration of my Grandmother's life as a </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">Mother of 9 children, 25 grandchildren, 21 great-grandchildren and 3 great-great granchildren ~ she was so proud! M</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">om Tyler lost her battle with ovarian cancer last November. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><i>A very short battle but at 96 who would ever think this is what would take your life?</i></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">)</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"> Wesley called my grandmother "Mom Tyler" just as we did and does still remember her.</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">One of my cousins put together a very touching movie of the last reunion we shared with Mom last August and once the movie was over, Wesley took my hand ... the picture tells the story.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">What a questions, a special thought to hold on to and it makes me smile :O)</span></div></div>Sandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08195901871858415959noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573012764553648440.post-45130701938148291412010-06-07T23:42:00.000-04:002010-11-19T20:25:04.310-05:00THE PINK CUPCAKE!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuLyQOsWhMZTBx9YQvPcCpHhZQVWbQ2SVpiCnfnQpxZUr8F5pgO-8_pOQ0ifUAdTWIcgw-su603pig02LhnRrRBleePEQYY2Ug1wBWgw0TL2l-H1Q3JO_0KXxIO4MSLYj-YRgpv7gn1LK5/s1600/31662_1468581802698_1478175225_1226375_7119776_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuLyQOsWhMZTBx9YQvPcCpHhZQVWbQ2SVpiCnfnQpxZUr8F5pgO-8_pOQ0ifUAdTWIcgw-su603pig02LhnRrRBleePEQYY2Ug1wBWgw0TL2l-H1Q3JO_0KXxIO4MSLYj-YRgpv7gn1LK5/s200/31662_1468581802698_1478175225_1226375_7119776_n.jpg" width="150" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The last several weeks we have <i>FINALLY</i> moved into our new home. A courtyard home (aka condo) ~ my new cottage! I have really depended on Mr. B a great deal and he has really really been patient with my "to do" list. The list seems to be growing daily and the unpacked boxes seem to grow along with it!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSqk91CgpK7hKdm9gKJHMu14rpfpX1W639k3VQ0UY3eJD6ZOUWQEdaP7XC7LVetJAriZ7TIIgobKr75DUHxkEFh0Dy6BAqbZF4nUDlMin4P4buhsgodsRXTvMmglbwrSrd5JlvXJhb03y0/s1600/31662_1468583322736_1478175225_1226380_702244_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; display: inline !important; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: justify;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSqk91CgpK7hKdm9gKJHMu14rpfpX1W639k3VQ0UY3eJD6ZOUWQEdaP7XC7LVetJAriZ7TIIgobKr75DUHxkEFh0Dy6BAqbZF4nUDlMin4P4buhsgodsRXTvMmglbwrSrd5JlvXJhb03y0/s200/31662_1468583322736_1478175225_1226380_702244_n.jpg" width="182" /></a>Driving home today I noticed we now have a <a href="http://www.gigiscupcakesusa.com/">"Gigi's"</a> and decided to take a gander. Oh my goodness, this place specializes in CUPCAKES. My initial thought was, Mr. B has a sweet tooth and since he has been so patient and helpful he certainly deserved a surprise dessert. The intent was honest, buy "one" cupcake. Well, the choice was slim being at the end of the day but the cupcakes in the case were covered in chocolate chips with tons of fluffy icing. I turn my head and what do I see, one beautiful <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ea9999;"><b><i>pink</i></b></span><i> </i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ea9999;"><b><i>cupcake</i></b></span>, also covered with chocolate chips. (<i>Mrs. B</i> has been working really hard too ... so I walked out with two cupcakes.</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdUbL3SpADMo93eVgg52q6hBWHWkrUUX4EI9XXbOHaYcKutyVFqHckRmCAEHWZ1RhKVwhn_vM_n1SBydRJVH_MpUUttaBh-npqrm8lLrik_KW9lGL_zs-lXqE_xDKGm8_VrGzXZAp4NHL6/s1600/31662_1468581882700_1478175225_1226376_6652683_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; display: inline !important; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: justify;"><img border="0" height="152" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdUbL3SpADMo93eVgg52q6hBWHWkrUUX4EI9XXbOHaYcKutyVFqHckRmCAEHWZ1RhKVwhn_vM_n1SBydRJVH_MpUUttaBh-npqrm8lLrik_KW9lGL_zs-lXqE_xDKGm8_VrGzXZAp4NHL6/s200/31662_1468581882700_1478175225_1226376_6652683_n.jpg" width="200" /></a><br /><i>Supper was not over quick enough . . . I had to bite into the dessert. </i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;">Strawberry</span> icing and in the middle, creamy, dark chocolate, did I say "chocolate" icing? Mrs. B indulged and will have to do extra time on the treadmill but worth every minute!<br /><h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" data-ft="{"type":"msg"}" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"></h3>Sandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08195901871858415959noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573012764553648440.post-21117533959710789152010-04-20T00:48:00.000-04:002010-11-19T20:25:04.336-05:00Camera Addiction?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2fRHe6jEjLTdtPLD6ziH-DN8Aw90I3GGdsp_K2kKd6J2kHCxOq0imQHC1nJebkWDpS-CN9fxw_VYvZQIkpySIs5lTYT_R3CRvs-eO3_wbRxiaYPl6X-I7LI4EcsdZ48N4m_RUOspkZ50i/s1600/Eliza+%26+Jiliene.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2fRHe6jEjLTdtPLD6ziH-DN8Aw90I3GGdsp_K2kKd6J2kHCxOq0imQHC1nJebkWDpS-CN9fxw_VYvZQIkpySIs5lTYT_R3CRvs-eO3_wbRxiaYPl6X-I7LI4EcsdZ48N4m_RUOspkZ50i/s200/Eliza+%26+Jiliene.jpg" width="190" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><b>My camera</b> has become an integral part of my daily routine. In fact, I did not realize <i>how important</i> until suddenly it is not functioning correctly. The camera was working fine early last week when we celebrated Easter with family. (RIGHT: My beautiful granddaughter, Eliza Marie [9 mos] and her Mommy [my baby, Jiliene].</span></span><br /><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: auto;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b>What happened?</b> I have no clue, when I prepared to take photos something quite colorful happened. It reminds me of something you would see at an art gallery, <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Modern_art">MODERN ART</a>. However, by no means does this make me happy. <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Modern_art">Modern Art </a> certainly has its place but not on my camera!!! I am not a happy camper. Here is a sample of the pictures now being captured. This is my pc keyboard! (see below)</span><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIVcFYp2WnbCQa0asGa1egjs8zdPgiiP5DaHwXZI_ely4yfi4x5da5yWbo5nCdXXpDeC7tEL8Ja-_FCim7IUtbM02Y8b7i22EI0JRPrqs5wvc64olDC28R8lYXwifiJP3XBPIhEdSoTpbl/s1600/002a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIVcFYp2WnbCQa0asGa1egjs8zdPgiiP5DaHwXZI_ely4yfi4x5da5yWbo5nCdXXpDeC7tEL8Ja-_FCim7IUtbM02Y8b7i22EI0JRPrqs5wvc64olDC28R8lYXwifiJP3XBPIhEdSoTpbl/s200/002a.jpg" width="200" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Fortunately the camera is covered under a warranty. So I am to wait for the shipping label, the <i>WAIT</i>. We are talking two-plus weeks or more! Okay, so think about this ~ <i>I should be able to live without the camera. (Right?) Just like the cell phone, the computer</i> . . . the operative word here is "should!" Oh life has changed in the last decade and these items are as important (more important) than even my kitchen appliances! Well, searching for a quote for a project this evening, I came across one that makes realize how very much I need to stop and smell the roses :O)</span></div><div style="text-align: auto;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: auto;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><i><b>"There will be times when you will be in the field without a camera. And, you will see the most glorious sunset or the most beautiful scene that you have ever witnessed. Don't be bitter because you can't record it. Sit down, drink it in, and enjoy it for what it is!"</b> ~DeGriff</i></span></span></i></span></div></div><i></i>Sandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08195901871858415959noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4573012764553648440.post-42260551999421522592010-04-19T00:59:00.000-04:002010-11-19T20:25:04.366-05:00treas•ure (trzhr) n.1. Accumulated or stored wealth in the form of, money, jewels other values.<br />2. Valuable or precious possessions of any kind.<br />3. One considered especially precious or valuable.<br /><div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I have always been drawn to vintage treasures (and antiques). Anything old, anything with a past. I search garasge sales, flea markets, estate / tag sales and antique shops. I especially like vintage/antique jewelry, antique and vintage textiles, ladies accessories (purses, scarves, etc.), perfume bottles and my the list just goes on and on. Tattered, worn, pink or white ~ where there is beauty, I will find it!</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHdBcYza1yQyUTwPmm0HBurmVnuNsiJW7cp-UlLdzC3g1k9JpIv2xEYZGDqxZ7SLZ0rmGrquAH_cPRACtFsEGDwPhZSWrpOTPyfFQLtAwbsocKruDKvbN4c2xd2N6J2Rc61i10c9iQGSpA/s1600/Perfume+bottle+small.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHdBcYza1yQyUTwPmm0HBurmVnuNsiJW7cp-UlLdzC3g1k9JpIv2xEYZGDqxZ7SLZ0rmGrquAH_cPRACtFsEGDwPhZSWrpOTPyfFQLtAwbsocKruDKvbN4c2xd2N6J2Rc61i10c9iQGSpA/s320/Perfume+bottle+small.jpg" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />It is my goal to share my findings and every now and then a bit of history that goes along with it. Sometimes it may simply be that I have no words and simply share a vignette or other photos of my day around Carrington Cottage.<br /><br />I hope you will join me and come back often!<br /><br />xoxo</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Sandy</span></div></div></div></div>Sandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08195901871858415959noreply@blogger.com0