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jonesbToday we honor one of my best friends, Brian Jones…he is a righteous beast. This man dedicates 24/7- 365 to ending MS. He doesn’t have MS, he has a strong body and strong mind to work for those who do suffer from MS. I’m proud to call this man friend and lucky he is part of my circle in life. Please consider a donation to help his fight…he’s raised twelve thousand just this year up to now, his goal is 20K!! If you can even drop $5, it all pushes for a cure. Please see today’s message from the one and only–Brian Jones

Dear Friends and Family,

Multiple sclerosis is a chronic, unpredictable disease of the central nervous system, which is made up of the brain, spinal cord and optic nerves. It is thought to be an immune-mediated disorder, in which the immune system incorrectly attacks healthy tissue in the central nervous system.

In 30 days I will be riding in my 10th Bike MS to raise awareness of this disease and it’s affects millions of people, and to raise money to help fund research for new treatments and and a cure. I am asking for your help in this important cause because of eight amazing women I know who live with MS every day.

Please consider a tax-deductible donation that will benefit the National Multiple Sclerosis Society. Click on the link below to visit my personal page for information on how to donate.

On behalf of Diane, Lisa Frey, Angie, Leah, Patti, Lisa Warner, Beth, Sandi and myself, thank you for your continuing support.

God bless,

Brian

STOP disease progression, RESTORE what’s been lost, and END MS forever.

Click here to visit my personal page.
If the text above does not appear as a clickable link, you can visit the web address:
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Click here to view the team page for Plano Cycling & Fitness
If the text above does not appear as a clickable link, you can visit the web address:
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Lookee!!! So Happy, It’s My First Writing Award!

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To get this award is a huge honor. It’s not about prestige or ego, it’s a validation. My writing touched someone, and I was recognized for it. I’m both humbled and flattered. I love my writing life, I really do.

Thank you to all my supporters, you mean more than the world.

hugs and Happy Valentine’s Day!

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A First! Nominated at PRG!!!!! Whoo Hoo

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2014 PRG_Reviewer's_Choice_nominee

Amazing honor! This series is near and dear to my heart. I’m so happy I’m reaching readers wiht the same feeling.

part of the 5* review “This was by far my favorite book in the series. Although it ended with a cliffhanger, something I totally hate, I still couldn’t give it less stars. The story was compelling and the characters were amazing. Caleb and Owen are more brothers than friends and are always there for each other. Caleb and Kalista are both in their first boyfriend, girlfriend relationship. Owen and Pearl are two people who share the same type of pasts and who are beginning to care for each other, but there is a lot more to come, and there are a lot more questions to be answered.

Although this is a YA series I enjoyed it and this book left me wanting more.”

see complete review here:

http://www.paranormalromanceguild.com/reviewsalleemae.htm

thank you thank you thank you from the bottom of my heart!!!

New Review So Awesome! Happy Monday

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Great Christmas Read…take you away from the craziness…

Full of mystery Pearl hitchhiked into Owen’s life. He saw the timid girl underneath the toughness and felt love where Morgan left a broken heart. However, they both had difficult pasts, filled with dangerous secrets, including murder. Could they trust their pasts would stay buried?

A supposed monster attacked people in the quiet area of Caddo Lake. When the creature finally killed, it demanded attention. An inquisitive local reached out to the Critter Getters for help cracking the myth. How was Pearl connected to this creature of the black lagoon? Did she control the vengeance roiling beneath the murky waters? Would she be accused of another homicide?

When Owen is hurt, Pearl is a prime suspect, but could she really control lightning, as well as the strange creature of the lake? All gets more complicated when Morgan shows up, professing love and demanding answers. Will Owen ever remember what happened?

Quote from review- “Allee Mae has gotten a little more serious here and has still kept her tale fresh, filled with mystery and loaded with shocking surprises. Book three seems to show a new side to Allee Mae that promises to be quite possibly her best! I feel like I am watching these young adults mature and come of age through some pretty tough trials as their pasts are revealed in more depth. One thing for sure, I was definitely taken out of my world and once again, was firmly planted in theirs.”

see full review – http://www.amazon.com/Love-Black-Lagoon-Critter-Getter-ebook/dp/B00O4C5154/ref=asap_B00CIY3EA4_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1418049427&sr=1-1

Yeah, If I had a dollar….

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I’ve decided to use my blog not only to writing, music, and other facets of entertainment, but, also to share my journey. I’ve had significant health problems for almost three years.

Thank you for listening, periodically, I will have a new installment chronicling my journey-

SOMEWHAT STARTING OVER
I stopped and thought about the number of doctors I’ve seen since January 2013. As close as I can get to the numbers include:
3 Rheumatologists, 1 cardiologist, 1 vascular doc, 1 Ob/GYN, 3 neurologists, 1 oncologist, 1 gastroenterologist, 1 immunologist/allergy doc, 1 hematologist, one pain management doc, 3 orthopedists, one spine specialist, and three ER visits. I’ve given at least 200 vials of blood, taken 100 xrays, 3 CT scans, 1 MRI, and several urine tests.
I’m in a serious relationship with BC/BS.
I will say, and I almost hesitate to go out loud with it, but, I think I might be on the right track. Finally.
You see, other than all the problems I have, I’m a healthy woman. I’ve gained 30 pounds in 3 years, and I’ve had friends recommend supplements, workout plans, diets, etc. My blood pressure is getting higher, probably a result of weight gain and lack of cardio. However, I’m chronically ill inside the body of a healthy woman.
Thank goodness for the long health kick and exercise regimen I was on up until a few years ago. I only believe I’m as healthy now as I am because I geared my body up for battle. At the time, I thought I was training for triathlons and runs, but, it’s been much more important than that. I was training for everything I’m going through now and what I will go through in the future.
So, I’m changing the name of these installments, I haven’t found the perfect name yet. I’m pondering.
Today, I’m nervously awaiting the results of my colonoscopy/endoscopy from last Friday. My GI doc removed 2 polyps, biopsied the linear furrows/white specks in my esophagus, biopsied the inflammation in my stomach. Four biopsies, one impatient patient. I have a hiatal hernia, but, we are waiting on any treatment recommendations for the results. By my next post, hopefully, I’ll have something to report.
Until then…I’m plodding on.

Book Three Look At ME – BOOM!

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Frayed faded curtains blew in the cooled night air. She remembered her room, but she could not get relaxed. Something told her danger was coming. She couldn’t speak.
As a child, Pearl slept with the window open. She felt the flies and mosquitoes that came in through the window with no screen. But, she also had the cheerful lightning bugs bouncing around the darkness when they visited. Further, she welcomed any stifling swamp breeze in the hot, stuffy room. Pearl coughed from her asthma in the heavy, humid air. Her momma yelled, “Stop your hacking, I can’t afford no fancy medicine.” Pearl contained as much as she could, smothering the noise into her flattened well-worn pillow. Her lungs and ribs became sore from struggling to stop herself.
Pearl learned to keep her ails to herself. If she was so sick she couldn’t stand the thought of school, she pretended to go, instead walking to the woods to sleep away her pain. It took all her strength some days to make it the distance to the closest refuge. Occasionally, her momma had aspirin in the house and Pearl snuck a few to keep hidden in her dresser drawer. As long as Pearl didn’t ask her mom for much, they got along just fine. The horribly deviated life became Pearl’s personal challenge to defeat. She awaited the day when she wasn’t so small and helpless and could not only defend, but take care of herself in every way.
She finally calmed the hacking and allowed her little body to relax one limb, one joint, one muscle at a time. Relief flooded her when she heard no more noises coming from behind the thin walls. Pearl might be spared this particular evening. The quiet might mean her mother’s party had broken up early.
However, inevitably, sadly, horrifyingly, the door to her room opened and a shadowy figure appeared. No reprieve and nowhere to go, trapped like an animal, Pearl pulled the covers up to her nose. He stumbled across the room before finally settling on the edge of her bed with a wallop. He lost his balance, falling backward against her legs, covered only with a thin worn sheet. As he clumsily removed his shoes he finally spoke, “Yore momma said I could sleep in here. Yours is the only bed left.”
Pearl’s stomach quaked. She pushed as close as she could against the wall the bed butted up against. She looked for the lightning bugs that took her away from the nightmares. She watched them rebound, flying across the room in erratic patterns. She imagined being one of them. Pain overtook her small frame and wormed into the core of her emotions. She cried hot, silent tears in the small bed he invaded, taking her innocence. She looked desperately for lightning bugs, but couldn’t find any. All she saw was blackness. The atmosphere smelled like stale booze—and it felt like calloused hands—and the desperation burned with a searing permanence into her midsection.
She finally screamed.

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Making My ToeNAILS Curl

Good morning! I’ve decided to use my blog not only to writing, music, and other facets of entertainment, but, also to share my journey. I’ve had significant health problems for almost two years. Initially, my rheumatologist diagnosed me with systemic lupus (SLE) on June 19, 2013. However, the medication wasn’t working and I kept getting worse and developing new symptoms. So, after second, third, and fourth opinions, my neurologist believes instead I have fibromyalgia.
In April 2014 I visited yet another rheumatologist who I hoped would be familiar with autoimmune disorders. Following an extensive intake during my initial appointment, I found a place where the doctor also listened to me. Based upon my blood work, the doctor believes I have Sjogren’s Syndrome. She also made the diagnosis of Fibromyalgia and pre-lupus. I’ve never heard of pre-lupus, but, hopefully it stays in the “pre” category.
Thank you for listening, each week I will have a new installment chronicling my journey- Which is now more frustrating than ever. I test positive for ANAs in my blood, but, the lupus tests are negative. There are several varieties of autoimmune disorders, with different caveats and health variations. Learning to live with the unknown has become my routine.
MAKING MY TOENAILS (AND FINGERNAILS) CURL
I know people search far and wide for the ONE, you know that one person who will make their heart flutter and tummy drop. That one sexiness that will literally make their toes curl…we’ve been there. That toe cramp that inexplicably happens at the peak of a very fine orgasmic interlude.
This isn’t about that.
I’m talking about the irritating nail curl.
Thirty plus years ago, I used to bite my nails. I ran around so much in barefeet that my toenails didn’t grow very long either. It didn’t help that my mom was the militant nail cutter. So, when the dirt packed under my toe or fingernails, they had to go. She clipped those things down to the lowest point possible.
I still shudder when I hear the nail clipper, or maybe that’s misophonia…but, that’s another day.
When I got braces as an early teenager, I couldn’t bite my nails but, I still kept them rather short. I could outrun my mom at this point, so, she couldn’t attack me with the clippers. When I was in my early twenties, I decided to grow long nails for nice manicures (usually cheap polish because I was a starving college student.) I noticed my middle fingernail always grew curved inward and down on one side. It drove me nuts. However, I never had an explanation, just that’s how it was.
In the meantime, my toenails began to see the light of day as well and when it came time for pedicures (the rare and far between), my toenails frustrated me. My baby toenail grows thick, but, is so very tiny. The next two toenails grow curved upward from the tip when it gets much out from the quick.
The only toenails I have that grow somewhat normally are the big toe and the one next to it.
I’m not kidding.
Recently, I stumbled upon articles about nail growth and auto-immune disorders and it immediately intrigued me. There are at least 23 conditions associated with irregular nail growth, i.e. curved nails, discolorations, thickness, brittleness, etc. Not all conditions are auto-immune. However, nail growth can indicate problems with thyroid, circulation, diabetes, lung problems, iron deficiencies, connective tissue diseases, and a host of other conditions.
Now that my conditions have been diagnosed and I’m on the proper medications and vitamins, I’m curious to see how this might affect my skin and nails. I have Sjogren’s Syndrome, and I’ve read other folks with Sjogren’s shared experiences of strange nail growth patterns.
Take a gander at your unpolished tootsies and be aware of clues your body is sending you. It’s sometimes the most bizarre things that lead us to answers.

Everybody Poops, For Real

Good morning! I’ve decided to use my blog not only to writing, music, and other facets of entertainment, but, also to share my journey. I’ve had significant health problems for almost two years. Initially, my rheumatologist diagnosed me with systemic lupus (SLE) on June 19, 2013. However, the medication wasn’t working and I kept getting worse and developing new symptoms. So, after second, third, and fourth opinions, my neurologist believes instead I have fibromyalgia. In April 2014 I visited yet another rheumatologist who I hoped would be familiar with autoimmune disorders. Following an extensive intake during my initial appointment, I found a place where the doctor also listened to me. Based upon my blood work, the doctor believes I have Sjogren’s Syndrome. She also made the diagnosis of Fibromyalgia and pre-lupus. I’ve never heard of pre-lupus, but, hopefully it stays in the “pre” category. Thank you for listening, each week I will have a new installment chronicling my journey- Which is now more frustrating than ever. I test positive for ANAs in my blood, but, the lupus tests are negative. There are several varieties of autoimmune disorders, with different caveats and health variations. Learning to live with the unknown has become my routine.

Everybody Poops…Some More Than They Like (and at the wrong times) and Others, Not Nearly Enough

I realize I’m getting into an almost taboo subject. Very few girls want to talk about how they fart, much less poop. (Unless you’re Jenny McCarthy) But, I’m learning people sometimes have trouble with their digestive system and the end result (no pun intended) is not always comfortable. I’m on a mission to encourage conversations and sharing my journey in hopes to help you. Since I was a kid, I’ve had trouble with my stomach. I used to wake up in the middle of the night and puke all over the place. (my grandma calls it “urp”, as in, “are you gonna urp?”) My poor mom cleaned up more than she ever wanted to. Maybe it helped her develop the strong stomach it takes to work in the medical field. I don’t know what brought it on, I was just a kid, but, I dealt with more nervous stomach than I ever wanted. Fast forward to adulthood.Several years ago, I developed what Denver doctors finally diagnosed as Irritable Bowel Syndrome (IBS). I had problems eating again and things advanced from there. I developed the lower tumble rumble and strong cramps. Then, all hell busted loose. For years, I could be going along just fine and all of a sudden, I had to GO, and I don’t mean pee, I mean the real deal I’m gonna fill my britches if I didn’t get a bathroom. I only had about 2 minutes between the gurgle and securing my hind end on a toilet, behind a tree, or in a sink (as in Bridesmaids…love Melissa McCarthy) At the time I was going through immense personal stress and also couldn’t eat because of ulcers. I lost several pounds and not in a good way. I also messed up one of my best pair of panties, because, well, one time it was like 9pm on a curvy, winding, climbing mountain road on my way back home and I had nowhere to stop. So, it happened, I really did it, I was shi…. not in the street, but, in my pants, in the car, while driving. Talk about distractions, lucky I didn’t hit an evergreen or a bear. I changed that whole saying, “does a bear sh%^… in the woods?” yep, they do and so did I.Irritable Bowel is no fun my friends, at all.Moving ahead like several years and finally crossed the hurdle of divorce, moving, financial issues, blah blah blah. Life got really good. And, I got back into physical fitness, gained some pounds and some muscle. Increased my endurance, ran 5K races, then, got into triathlons. I was on a roll until a brick wall called autoimmune disease stopped me fast in my tracks. The cumulative hit and miss of health problems finally all met each other and took root. Bastards.I had various symptoms, and we’ve talked about those before, but, I developed something new….constipation. So, was the IBS back in reverse? Was it not fair that I only got one end of the colon stick before? Well, now I had the other to contend with. Folks, after dealing with this for a few months, I can tell you, that absolutely, without a shadow of a doubt, we as a society way underestimate how good a righteous poop can be. It just normally makes its’ way through the body and out like it’s supposed to. It feels amazing, so cleansing. Am I right? I know I am.I went from going maybe every 3-4 days…and people, I’m eating, so, all this stuff is just squatting in my lower intestines. Finally, I could go every day, it’s a miracle, truly. The other saying about a weight being lifted? Yea, that too, again no pun intended.How did I manage this success from a 3-4 day schedule to almost daily? I added probiotic supplement, Greek yogurt, and dried apricots. I found my magic formula.So, you say, why not eat more fruits and vegetables? I do. Daily, I eat from a variety of apples, bananas, raspberries, blackberries, strawberries, melons, baby carrots, tomatoes, celery….you name it- I eat at least 4-5 different fresh fruit/vegetables every day. But, the combination of roughage just didn’t do it for me. I had to reach into a different way of dealing with my digestive system. It’s why I began turning to things like dried fruit, chia seeds, and the probiotics. Seriously, living daily with a digestive disorder can be more than uncomfortable, it can be almost debilitating. But, you could possibly do something about it. I don’t have all the answers, but, I know if we open up conversation, we can help each other learn new things about our bodies and achieve an awareness of how to ease the symptoms of allergies, autoimmune disorders, fibromyalgia, you name it.

And, seriously, you gotta poop.

Just Five More Minutes….

Good morning! I’ve decided to use my blog not only to writing, music, and other facets of entertainment, but, also to share my journey. I’ve had significant health problems for almost two years. Initially, my rheumatologist diagnosed me with systemic lupus (SLE) on June 19, 2013. However, the medication wasn’t working and I kept getting worse and developing new symptoms. So, after second, third, and fourth opinions, my neurologist believes instead I have fibromyalgia.
In April 2014 I visited yet another rheumatologist who I hoped would be familiar with autoimmune disorders. Following an extensive intake during my initial appointment, I found a place where the doctor also listened to me. Based upon my blood work, physical and mental symptoms, the doctor believes I have Sjogren’s Syndrome. She also made the diagnosis of Fibromyalgia and pre-lupus. I’ve never heard of pre-lupus, but, hopefully it stays in the “pre” category.
Today has been a struggle to stay awake, as a matter of fact I succumbed and awakened with my head on my keyboard and a severe crick in my neck. Thank goodness my computer locked and I didn’t have a hundred page document of repeated NNNNNNNNNs. I also did not have drool leaking from my mouth.
Actually, the fatigue has been occurring for quite some time. With the advent of my health problems a few years ago, so came an increased need for sleep. Which was troubling because I was already “I need my eight hours or can’t function” kind of girl. Now, I routinely need nine hours of sleep, that’s on a good night. However, for the past ten days I’ve had a horrible cold that morphed into an upper respiratory infection…hello the need for ten or more hours of sleep each night.
That doesn’t work into the schedule of a busy mom. I don’t know many folks this fits into the schedule of.
However, it’s so tough…and I bet you can identify here. Imagine the alarm clock going off and you hear it, it even may sound in the distance somewhere, but, you know it’s happening. Then, you realize it’s the alarm and it’s physically painful to wake up. Seriously, like my brain absolutely refuses to acknowledge my body. So, I turn off the alarm practically still in a REM state and awaken ninety minutes later freaking out because I’m going to be at work until six in the evening again because I’m not there until nine in the morning.
Sigh.
If I could, I would go to bed at 8:30 pm every weeknight. The sun isn’t even fully down yet and the middle of the evening is still going on. But, I’m sneaking into my room and crawling under the covers, hoping my family doesn’t notice. If you want to suggest exercise during the day to help beat afternoon fatigue, I’m with you. I work out on a regular basis incorporating cardio, strength training, stretching, and yoga on a rotating schedule.
This is a full out, inside out, I’m just plumb tuckered out.
So, if you are fumbling through the dark trying to make sense of your autoimmune disease and you wonder why you are sleepy, it’s your body saying “hello, I’m fighting a battle in here again tomorrow, could you HCO?” (Help a Cell Out)
You don’t see it, but, your cells press on, in rapid formation. Give your body the rest it needs, you won’t always need to go to sleep with the chickens, but, just accept it when you do.