That's sad, everybody should have a papaw, my grandpa would roll on the ground playing with us, we used to plant candy wrappers in the garden to grow candy trees, caught my first fish by his side, shot my first gun and skinned my first rabbit with him, he taught me to weld and build, but most importantly he show me the value of loving every minute of life, and everyone in it. I'm so proud to be my grandfather's grandson.
I found unconditional love in my grandparent's home, I will always have a love for them both, larger than the universe itself.
You have to have a strong heart working with seniors, just about the time you start loving them, they go off and die on you. Best to stick with small children longer return on your investment of time.
I was a CSA (Certified Senior Advisor) for a few years, it's hard working so close to the nearly dead and dying, just to damn depressing, the money was good, but it's hard on the heart.
To pop in and out of the nursing homes may be different, but those places are sad too... Let me know what you end up doing, we'll have plenty of stories to share.
Many have given their lives to industrialized america, I've always found myself in the most dangerous jobs, it's where the pay was the best, forever in pursuit of that all mighty dollar. Boy was I dumb, some of the most valuable things in life are free to all, but for time and consideration.
I'm here to attested to the fact that some branches of the family tree should be pruned, hard and often, but that's something you'll have to sort out on your own.
Two is better than one, but none is a lonely number. I can't imagine you would be hard to love, but people expect different things out of relationship, unfortunately not all honest and not all with loving intentions.
The stages of life you say,
The spring of,
birth and childhood..
The summer of,
growth and productivity..
The fall of,
bountiful harvest and celebration..
The winter of,
death and recycling..
How the hell is it you get "five" ? You must be special.
So it's decided, you'll learn to play the fiddle and sing songs about the dog days of a cool cat's life in kittyville, we're gonna be millionaire, another star is born...✨ (You ever think about writing children's books) ?
I'm so glad you're feeling better from whatever ailled you, brain fog is such a strange thing, it's like one day you wake up and wonder where the hell you're at. It's a bad bad morning after a crazy Tequila night out, when you wakeup in a strange bed, with a stranger in it, in a house that's not yours wondering what the hell happened. Sunday morning fog, when the confusion rings loud like the church bells calling up the sinners to repent...
Dementia does have its up sides, every memory is new, and each step a learning experience. 🤭😟🥴
Now I just have to know, what happened ???
Love ya Lady Bee...
Have a great day,,
pondering these possibilities at the well of wisdom,
Or...
just splashing in the puddles of life's many pleasures.
Ps. Show me some updooting love, I want me one of them avatars :-)
That's sad, everybody should have a papaw, my grandpa would roll on the ground playing with us, we used to plant candy wrappers in the garden to grow candy trees, caught my first fish by his side, shot my first gun and skinned my first rabbit with him, he taught me to weld and build, but most importantly he show me the value of loving every minute of life, and everyone in it. I'm so proud to be my grandfather's grandson.
I found unconditional love in my grandparent's home, I will always have a love for them both larger than the universe itself.
You have to have a strong heart working with seniors, just about the time you start loving them, they go off and die on you. Best to stick with small children longer return on your investment of time.
I was a CSA (Certified Senior Advisor) for a few years, it's hard working so close to the nearly dead and dying, just to damn depressing, the money was good, but it's hard on the heart.
To pop in and out of the nursing homes may be different, but those places are sad too... Let me know what you end up doing, we'll have plenty of stories to share.
Many have given their lives to industrialized america, I've always found myself in the most dangerous jobs where the pay was the best, forever in pursuit of that all mighty dollar. Boy was I dumb, some of the most valuable things in life are free to all, but for time and consideration.
I'm here to attested to the fact that some branches of the family tree should be pruned, hard and often, but that's something you'll have to sort out on your own.
Two is better than one, but none is a lonely number. I can't imagine you would be hard to love, but people expect different things out of relationship, unfortunately not all honest and with loving intentions.
The stages of life you say,
The spring of,
birth and childhood..
The summer of,
growth and productivity..
The fall of,
bountiful harvest and celebration..
The winter of,
death and recycling..
How the hell is it you get "five" ? You must be special.
So it's decided, you'll learn to play the fiddle and sing songs about the dog days of a cool cat's life in kittyville, we're gonna be millionaire, another star is born...✨ (You ever think about writing children's books) ?
I'm so glad you're feeling better from whatever ailled you, brain fog is such a strange thing, it's like one day you wake up and wonder where the hell you're at. It's a bad bad morning after a crazy Tequila night out, when you wakeup in a strange bed, with a stranger in it, in a house that's not yours wondering what the hell happened. Sunday morning fog, when the confusion rings loud like the church bells calling up the sinners to repent...
Dementia does have its up sides, every memory is new, and each step a learning experience. 🤭😟🥴
Now I just have to know, what happened ???
Love ya Lady Bee...
Have a great day,,
pondering these thoughts at the well of wisdom,
Or...
just splashing in the puddles of life's many pleasures.
Ps. Show me some updooting love, I want me one of them avatars :-)
That's sad, everybody should have a papaw, my grandpa would roll on the ground playing with us, we used to plant candy wrappers in the garden to grow candy trees, caught my first fish by his side, shot my first gun and skinned my first rabbit with him, he taught me to weld and build, but most importantly he show me the value of loving every minute of life, and everyone in it. I'm so proud to be my grandfather's grandson.
I found unconditional love in my grandparent's home, I will always have a love for them both larger than the universe itself.
You have to have a strong heart working with seniors, just about the time you start loving them, they go off and die on you. Best to stick with small children longer return on your investment of time.
I was a CSA (Certified Senior Advisor) for a few years, it's hard working so close to the nearly dead and dying, just to damn depressing, the money was good, but it's hard on the heart.
To pop in and out of the nursing homes may be different, but those places are sad too... Let me know what you end up doing, we'll have plenty of stories to share.
Many have given their lives to industrialized america, I've always found myself in the most dangerous jobs where the pay was the best, forever in pursuit of that all mighty dollar. Boy was I dumb, some of the most valuable things in life are free to all, but for time and consideration.
I'm here to attested to the fact that some branches of the family tree should be pruned, hard and often, but that's something you'll have to sort out on your own.
Two is better than one, but none is a lonely number. I can't imagine you would be hard to love, but people expect different things out of relationship, unfortunately not all honest and with loving intentions.
The stages of life you say,
The spring of,
birth and childhood..
The summer of,
growth and productivity..
The fall of,
bountiful harvest and celebration..
The winter of,
death and recycling..
How the hell is it you get "five" ? You must be special.
So it's decided, you'll learn to play the fiddle and sing songs about the dog days of a cool cat's life in kittyville, we're gonna be millionaire, another star is born...✨ (You ever thought about writing children's books) ?
I'm so glad you're feeling better from whatever ailled you, brain fog is such a strange thing, it's like one day you wake up and wonder where the hell you're at. It's a bad bad morning after a crazy Tequila night out, when you wakeup in a strange bed, with a stranger in it, in a house that's not yours wondering what the hell happened. Sunday morning fog, when the confusion rings loud like the church bells calling up the sinners to repent...
Dementia does have its up sides, every memory is new, and each step a learning experience. 🤭😟🥴
Now I just have to know, what happened ???
Love ya Lady Bee...
Have a great day,,
pondering these thoughts at the well of wisdom,
Or...
just splashing in the puddles of life's many pleasures.
Ps. Show me some updooting love, I want me one of them avatars :-)
That's sad, everybody should have a papaw, my grandpa would roll on the ground playing with us, we used to plant candy wrappers in the garden to grow candy trees, caught my first fish by his side, shot my first gun and skinned my first rabbit with him, he taught me to weld and build, but most importantly he show me the value of loving every minute of life, and everyone in it. I'm so proud to be my grandfather's grandson.
I found unconditional love in my grandparent's home, I will always have a love for them both larger than the universe itself.
You have to have a strong heart working with seniors, just about the time you start loving them, they go off and die on you. Best to stick with small children longer return on your investment of time.
I was a CSA (Certified Senior Advisor) for a few years, it's hard working so close to the nearly dead and dying, just to damn depressing, the money was good, but it's hard on the heart.
To pop in and out of the nursing homes may be different, but those places are sad too... Let me know what you end up doing, we'll have plenty of stories to share.
Many have given their lives to industrialized america, I've always found myself in the most dangerous jobs where the pay was the best, forever in pursuit of that all mighty dollar. Boy was I dumb, some of the most valuable things in life are free to all, but for time and consideration.
I'm here to attested to the fact that some branches of the family tree should be pruned, hard and often, but that's something you'll have to sort out on your own.
Two is better than one, but none is a lonely number. I can't imagine you would be hard to love, but people expect different things out of relationship, unfortunately not all honest and with loving intentions.
The stages of life you say,
The spring of birth and childhood,
The summer of growth and productivity,
The fall of bountiful harvest and celebration,
The winter of death and recycling?
How is it you get "five"?
So it's decided, you'll learn to play the fiddle and sing songs about the dog days of a cool cat's life, we're gonna be millionaire, another star is born...✨
I'm so glad you're feeling better from whatever ailled you, brain fog is such a strange thing, it's like one day you wake up and wonder where the hell your at. Like a bad bad morning after a crazy Tequila night out, when you wakeup in a strange bed, with a stranger in it, in a house that's not yours wondering what the hell happened. Sunday morning fog, when the confusion rings loud like the church bells calling up the sinners to repent...
Now I just have to know, what happened ???
Love ya Bee,
Have a great day pondering these things at the well of wisdom,
If not then just splashing in the puddles of life's many pleasures.
Ps. Show me some updooting love, I want me one of them avatars :-)
That's sad, everybody should have a papaw, my grandpa would roll on the ground playing with us, we used to plant candy wrappers in the garden to grow candy trees, caught my first fish by his side, shot my first gun and skinned my first rabbit with him, he taught me to weld and build, but most importantly he show me the value of loving every minute of life, and everyone in it. I'm so proud to be my grandfather's grandson.
I found unconditional love in my grandparent's home, I will always have a love for them both larger than the universe itself.
You have to have a strong heart working with seniors, just about the time you start loving them, they go off and die on you. Best to stick with small children longer return on your investment of time.
I was a CSA (Certified Senior Advisor) for a few years, it's hard working so close to the nearly dead and dying, just to damn depressing, the money was good, but it's hard on the heart.
To pop in and out of the nursing homes may be different, but those places are sad too... Let me know what you end up doing, we'll have plenty of stories to share.
Many have given their lives to industrialized america, I've always found myself in the most dangerous jobs where the pay was the best, forever in pursuit of that all mighty dollar. Boy was I dumb, some of the most valuable things in life are free to all, but for time and consideration.
I'm here to attested to the fact that some branches of the family tree should be pruned, hard and often, but that's something you'll have to sort out on your own.
Two is better than one, but none is a lonely number. I can't imagine you would be hard to love, but people expect different things out of relationship, unfortunately not all honest and with loving intentions.
The stages of life you say,
The spring of birth and childhood,
The summer of growth and productivity,
The fall of bountiful harvest and celebration,
The winter of death and recycling?
How is it you get "five"?
So it's decided, you'll learn to play the fiddle and sing songs about the dog days of a cool cat's life, we're gonna be millionaire, another star is born...✨
I'm so glad you're feeling better from whatever ailled you, brain fog is such a strange thing, it's like one day you wake up and wonder where the hell your at. Like a bad bad morning after a crazy Tequila night out, when you wakeup in a strange bed, with a stranger in it, in a house that's not yours wondering what the hell happened. Sunday morning fog, when the confusion rings loud like the church bells calling up the sinners to repent...
Now I just have to know, what happened ???
Love ya Bee,
Have a great day pondering these things at the well of wisdom,
If not then just splashing in the puddles of life's many pleasures.
That's sad, everybody should have a papaw, my grandpa would roll on the ground playing with us, we used to plant candy wrappers in the garden to grow candy trees, caught my first fish by his side, shot my first gun and skinned my first rabbit with him, he taught me to weld and build, but most importantly he show me the value of loving every minute of life, and everyone in it. I'm so proud to be my grandfather's grandson.
I found unconditional love in my grandparent's home, I will always have a love for them both larger than the universe itself.
You have to have a strong heart working with seniors, just about the time you start loving them, they go off and die on you. Best to stick with small children longer return on your investment of time.
I was a CSA (Certified Senior Advisor) for a few years, it's hard working so close to the nearly dead and dying, just to damn depressing, the money was good, but it's hard on the heart.
To pop in and out of the nursing homes may be different, but those places are sad too... Let me know what you end up doing, we'll have plenty of stories to share.
Many have given their lives to industrialized america, I've always found myself in the most dangerous jobs where the pay was the best, forever in pursuit of that all mighty dollar. Boy was I dumb, some of the most valuable things in life are free to all, but for time and consideration.
I'm here to attested to the fact that some branches of the family tree should be pruned, hard and often, but that's something you'll have to sort out on your own.
Two is better than one, but one is a lonely number. I can't imagine you would be hard to love, but people expect different things out of relationship, unfortunately not all honest and with loving intentions.
The stages of life you say,
The spring of birth and childhood,
The summer of growth and productivity,
The fall of bountiful harvest and celebration,
The winter of death and recycling?
How is it you get "five"?
So it's decided, you'll learn to play the fiddle and sing songs about the dog days of a cool cat's life, we're gonna be millionaire, another star is born...✨
I'm so glad you're feeling better from whatever ailled you, brain fog is such a strange thing, it's like one day you wake up and wonder where the hell your at. Like a bad bad morning after a crazy Tequila night out, when you wakeup in a strange bed, with a stranger in it, in a house that's not yours wondering what the hell happened. Sunday morning fog, when the confusion rings loud like the church bells calling up the sinners to repent...
Now I just have to know, what happened ???
Love ya Bee,
Have a great day pondering these things at the well of wisdom,
If not then just splashing in the puddles of life's many pleasures.
That's sad, everybody should have a papaw, my grandpa would roll on the ground playing with us, we used to plant candy wrappers in the garden to grow candy trees, caught my first fish by his side, shot my first gun and skinned my first rabbit with him, he taught me to weld and build, but most importantly he show me the value of loving every minute of life, and everyone in it. I'm so proud to be my grandfather's grandson.
I found unconditional love in my grandparent's home, I will always have a love for them both larger than the universe itself.
You have to have a strong heart working with seniors, just about the time you start loving them, they go off and die on you. Best to stick with small children longer return on your investment of time.
I was a CSA (Certified Senior Advisor) for a few years, it's hard working so close to the nearly dead and dying, just to damn depressing, the money was good, but it's hard on the heart.
To pop in and out of the nursing homes may be different, but those places are sad too... Let me know what you end up doing, we'll have plenty of stories to share.
Many have given their lives to industrialized america, I've always found myself in the most dangerous jobs where the pay was the best, forever in pursuit of that all mighty dollar. Boy was I dumb, some of the most valuable things in life are free to all, but for time and consideration.
I'm here to attested to the fact that some branches of the family tree should be pruned, hard and often, but that's something you'll have to sort out on your own.
Two is better than one, but one is a lonely number. I can't imagine you would be hard to love, but people expect different things out of relationship, unfortunately not all honest and with loving intentions.
The stages of life you say,
The spring of birth and childhood,
The summer of growth and productivity,
The fall of bountiful harvest and celebration,
The winter of death and recycling?
How is it you get "five"?
So it's decided, you'll learn to play the fiddle and sing songs about the dog days of a cool cat's life, we're gonna be millionaire, another star is born...✨
I'm so glad you're feeling better from whatever ailled you, brain fog is such a strange thing, it's like one day you wake up and wonder where the hell your at. Like a bad bad morning after a crazy Tequila night out, when you wakeup in a strange bed, with a stranger in it, in a house that's not yours wondering what the hell happened. Sunday morning fog, when the confusion rings loud like the church bells calling up the sinners to repent...
Now I just have to know, what happened ???
Love ya Bee,
Have a great day pondering these things at the well of wisdom,
If not then just splashing in the puddles of life's many pleasure.
That's sad, everybody should have a papaw, my grandpa would roll on the ground playing with us, we used to plant candy wrappers in the garden to grow candy trees, caught my first fish by his side, shot my first gun and skinned my first rabbit with him, he taught me to weld and build, but most importantly he show me the value of loving every minute of life, and everyone in it. I'm so proud to be my grandfather's grandson.
I found unconditional love in my grandparent's home, I will always have a love for them both larger than the universe itself.
You have to have a strong heart working with seniors, just about the time you start loving them, they go off and die on you. Best to stick with small children longer return on your investment of time.
I was a CSA (Certified Senior Advisor) for a few years, it's hard working so close to the nearly dead and dying, just to damn depressing, the money was good, but it's hard on the heart.
To pop in and out of the nursing homes may be different, but those places are sad too... Let me know what you end up doing, we'll have plenty of stories to share.
Many have given their lives to industrialized america, I've always found myself in the most dangerous jobs where the pay was the best, forever in pursuit of that all mighty dollar. Boy was I dumb, some of the most valuable things in life are free to all, but for time and consideration.
I'm here to attested to the fact that some branches of the family tree should be pruned, hard and often, but that's something you'll have to sort out on your own.
Two is better than one, but one is a lonely number. I can't imagine you would be hard to love, but people expect different things out of relationship, unfortunately not all honest and with loving intentions.
The stages of life you say,
The spring of birth and childhood,
The summer of growth and productivity,
The fall of bountiful harvest,
The winter of death and recycling?
How is it you get "five"?
So it's decided, you'll learn to play the fiddle and sing songs about the dog days of a cool cat's life, we're gonna be millionaire, another star is born...✨
I'm so glad you're feeling better from whatever ailled you, brain fog is such a strange thing, it's like one day you wake up and wonder where the hell your at. Like a bad bad morning after a crazy Tequila night out, when you wakeup in a strange bed, with a stranger in it, in a house that's not yours wondering what the hell happened. Sunday morning fog, when the confusion rings loud like the church bells calling up the sinners to repent...
Now I just have to know, what happened ???
Love ya Bee,
Have a great day pondering these things at the well of wisdom,
If not then just splashing in the puddles of life's many pleasure.