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Happy 2019!!!!!

I don't do resolutions any more. Modeled in the form of a goal makes more sense. I love reaching goals and achieving things that force me out of my comfort zone or push me that much more whether physically, mentally, or emotionally. Unfortunately, that sometimes requires a non-existent monetary foundation. I am keeping my fingers crossed that that non-existent moula will materialize in a week or so. Last month I received a letter from social security disability informing me of my acceptance into the program. Or at least I think that is what it is. My ridiculous distrust of the system will not allow me to totally accept the possibility until I am "shown the money". Being in a positive state of mind with my glass definitely half full on this first day of a new year, I will mentally begin distributing funds: 1. Pay off all medical bills. These are exceptionally high right now with my son's hospital bill/procedures from November mixing in with my own ever growi

Once in a cold moon.

                                                                                                                                                              The cold moon...pretty awesome...so named because of the time of year and, this year, it's proximity to the winter solstice. Yes, this beautiful gift from nature is happening this Saturday, just in time to welcome the official start of winter. Native Americans kept track of important responsibilities with the occurrence of season full moon. the Harvest moon in September indicated the time to, yep, you got it...harvest. June's strawberry moon is reflective of the abundance of strawberries at that time on the calendar. The infamous Blue moon  happens in the rare situation when there are two full moons in the same month, hence the phrase "once in a blue moon." "Once in a blue moon". I love that phrase. I love the song Blue Moon. I love the color blue, especially for the winter months. I love sn

Reading about the MonSter

Before I was diagnosed in 2001, I had no idea what MS meant. As an exercise enthusiast and aerobics instructor, my adventures had taken me and my step class to walk for MD, MS, ABCDEFG. What did those letters mean? Were all these   alphabet  diseases related? didn't only hold people get them? Were they all a death certificates  waiting to be signed? I never though about how I could possibly help to defeat these conditions. Sure , that walk across our state capital city was challenging. There were folks in wheelchairs and adorned with fancy, mysterious walking aids in the mix. Even some physical service dogs joined the ranks of the several hundred participants  the year several of us took the road trip   for a fun girl-weekend of exercise, restaurant food, and some time away  from the every day of our usual weekend.