In response to those most dear to me who have sincerely questioned the inner workings of my mind during their confusion, laughter and tears, hurt, joy and simple wonder, I offer my self.
Incontinence is a bitch. Upon awakening, thoughts were of Obama and Poise. Sugar and Stress aggravate this condition, would also make a great name for a duo. Which one would I be? Never mind, whatever that means.
Dreamer, funny, apparently aged chronologically and physically while remaining, most happily, emotionally immature...recently moved back to NJ with Fred to be near my family for the remaining "Golden Years"(?)
keeping mindful the value of gratitude in my attitude especially when times are difficult. My three sons and eight grandchildren are a constant source of awe. My faith is blind to you and me, however strong and constant. My past is Colorful, present is keeping ahead of the debilitating illnesses that are trying to snuff me out, and the future? Breakfast sounds good.......
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