Aging Like a Fine Wine!

Happy Birthday, Mom. I can't believe you've survived fifty years of life's experiences. Come to think of it, some of those years have been pretty s*%#$y! But, I suppose that is exactly why so many people admire you and look to you as a hero. You never complain, you always preserver, you love unconditionally -all while maintaining a sense of humor and feistiness. I couldn't have been given a better blessing than to have you as my mother, my "mamacita", and my friend. I love you, and think you are beautiful in every single way. Here's to fifty more years (oh, dear, should I only wish for thirty upon you?!!)! Your son loves you more than you'll ever know.

Party Like A Moxstar.

Okay, someone out there (one of the three of you who look at my blog) is wondering what is a "moxstar"? First, let me start off by giving you the definition of the word moxie. It actually is a word, in the dictionary. I'd never heard of this word until Christmas, when I got a small book of quotes about it from my mom. This is how the dictionary defines it:

mox·ie [mok-see]
–noun Slang.
1. vigor; verve; pep.
2. courage and aggressiveness; nerve.
3. skill; know-how.

This how my little book defines it:

"Moxie. It's a street-smart spirit that's as old as recorded history, and as new as the rising sun. David had it; Goliath didn't. It's that intagible tangible. You don't learn it in school and you can't get it from a book. It can jump oceans and move mountains. It says, "Make your life what it can be. Take your life wherever it can go."

I came up with this little word "moxstar" while driving around town with my mom over Christmas, and it makes me smile everytime I say it. I love moxie, and I want more of it. So I say, "Get addicted to moxie. Live your life like you are a moxstar." Why not, huh?

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