There is Morbid Obese and then there is Obese and now I'm finally knocking again on Overweight. After multiple heart attacks, the spinal injuries, the broken ankle, the hip-replaced, both hand surgeries, the brain injury and mental disabilities. What has been consistent is all you need - Tenacity!

So music, yeah. What type? ALL. What is music to us all but the rhythm. The rhythm that for some is life. It stems, no shoots, no grows with vine like vigor from the mind and borders on creativity and insanity. It is AS necessary the thoughts of your name, how you breathe, and with the absence can warpp the greatest mind, or set a child free. Sing to me Music - SING.

You don't have to do the research, you dont have to live a good life, you dont have to live at all. BUT, in the instance you do...why then live the wrong way? I dont know...I would love to ask the person who died that day...but I cant. So I read...and this is what it says.

The play is beginning the house lights have dimmed, the ussssherrrs warrant a little tip for escorting you to your seat. Have a dream, work hard, and the play begins - you never have to act upon their stage.We build our own upon the rage and standing taller than ever before...we open up the giants door...

Here is an episode of a morning out of mind and body, transported into the fascination of observation. You can't understand unless there time where you have now where to go. You can't know until you understand strength from God can be found in largest things to tiniest of things, God create humor as much as God created despair and suffering. The experience of souls, what a horrible concept, Father.

You finally hear from the side of people who live with people who are mentally challenge or mentally disabled. It's not any Sunshine and Roses. It' usually never the loved ones but those that have the disability that are the cause of life despair. You here how Norika wanted to give up. Sometimes I think she should have. - Clem

We have the feeling...a reason in the beginning...caught in the vortex in my mind...how can I dance for you...just sign a little tune...I'll tap a story out you see...I'll make myself in the merry way...play upon the world and stage...keeping you entertained without a care...please come down the rabbit hole and join the merry wonder of the river flowing from my soul...illuminating all around and keeping light the life a clown will be in a misery of time...and you can't keep it all you see...the time is fragile on your knee...don't quake the passing bye away...keep a chin up for you can...see a little river and among the scene...drown the worries on the tidal flow...the edge is near and reaching out...it might take a bit to shout..but all you need is love in the kind... You can only turn around three times before you start to realize the path you pick will always be the same...insanity is like a cloth that wrapps you warm and keeps you taunt from life that runs around without a head...and now you have to listen in..this won't be like anything....even I cant see the road beyond the turn....Beyond Our Comprehension.

Integration therapy is Thursday for DIDIs.

Here we sing, we prayer, we laugh, we cry, we are humbled but we are strong. Who are we?

Ok, here's the morning routine, S.S.S., Walk Dog, Hug Dog, Pet Dog, Cyclace, Morning Meal, Morning Meds, Morning Vitamins, and now we add podcast...Happiness is Habit....Kepp It Between The Ditches.