Category Archives: Family

Arguments! Everything Is An Argument!

w583h583_14860-how-to-write-an-argument-essayWhy? Why MUST people insist on arguing with every single word I say? And by people, I mean my mom and 6-year-old son. I know what you’re gonna say, especially if you know my situation. Mom has Dementia and my
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Playful – Oh So Many Connotations

This post is in response to The Daily Post

soap-bubbles-801927_640Playful … such an interesting word. It can mean so many things and be used in so many ways.

A child is playful, puppies and kittens are playful. Lovers are playful in the bedroom, coworkers can be playful at work to ease the stress of the day, music can have a playful rhythm.

Playful has a dark side to.

“She was Playful with his heart,” “He was Playful with her emotions.”

As for myself, well, I haven’t been playful in a very long time, for to have a playful spirit there must be joy involved and joy is an alien emotion to me.

But I won’t take you down that yellow brick road today, let’s concentrate on the good and happy side of Playful.

My 6 year old son for instance, like almost every other 6 year old, whether boy or girl, is imbued with playfulness, it is at the core of their very being. They have so much of it, it exudes from them constantly, even sometimes when they’re asleep. I know this, because due to the small size of our house my son sleeps with me and I have witnessed it firsthand.

Many times I have, as I’m sure any person of my age or older, said, “Whew! I wish I had just a little bit of that energy (another word for playfulness).” It wears me out just watching lilman play, and summer vacation is almost upon us here in my little part of the world, which means hours and hours of Playfulness.

I’m not exactly sure what the person that came up with this suggestion of “Playful” was thinking or expecting, but that is what I think about when I hear the word Playful.

What do you think about when someone says Playful?


I Am

2014-11-07 14.15.18I am her protector – For when she is scared and fully believes there is someone trying to get in the house or when she sees a man standing in the corner of her room at night.

I am her comforter – For when she is lost and feels alone in her own home.

I am her memory – For when she can’t remember where she is, what day it is, who people are and when she has already taken her medicine

I am her strength – For when she can’t get out of her chair, stand up, scoot over in the bed or turn the water on and off.

I am her chef – For when she is hungry or forgets to eat.

I am her confidant – For when she remembers something that did or did not happen and she wants to confide in someone. To share her innermost feelings, hopes, dreams and fears with.

I am her nurse – To make sure that she takes her medicine on time, every day. To patch up her little boo-boos that she get’s from time to time. To make sure she is warm and comfortable. To help ease her aches and pains and to assure her that everything is alright.

I am her waiter – For those times that she just doesn’t feel like getting in her wheelchair to go to the kitchen table to eat.

I am her clock and calendar – For when she wants to know what time and day it is.

I am her calm – For when she is frustrated because she can’t remember things. For when she gets 2014-11-01 15.30.26mad because she can’t do the things she used to do with ease.

I am her companion – All of the time but especially those times that she believes that she is alone and nobody cares.

I am her guard – To make sure she is safe and never comes to any harm.

I am her balance – For when she stands up she doesn’t fall down.

I am her weatherman – For the times she wants to know how cold it is or if it’s raining or snowing.

I am her chauffeur – To take her wherever she needs or wants to go.

I am her assurance – For when she wakes up at night confused, not knowing where she is or has had a dream that was all to real to her.

I am all these things and many more.

I am whatever and whoever she needs me to be.

But most importantly ….

I am her son.

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Merry Christmas!!


First I would like to say and share a very Happy Birthday to Jesus, the reason we celebrate Christmas.

Some of my followers may not share in my beliefs, but that’s ok, I don’t judge.




Second, I want to wish each and every one of you a very Merry Christmas!! It is my hope that you are surrounded by love, family and friends on this day.

Don’t let the chaos of cookin’ and preparin’ Christmas dinner overwhelm the spirit of the day. I wish you peace and patience today.

From my Hillbilly Family to your Family, Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays!!

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