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Surviving the Fun and Games, Part 1

Continuing thoughts regarding Fun and Games

Ours had more than the usual kid issues due to early childhood trauma, which meant they had zero focus and fought us at every turn even when something was supposed to be fun. Brain-numbing (to us) games like Memory and Guess-Who gave us our first tentative connections, and eventually they could make it through a game of Sorry or Trouble. Doing puzzles also interested them, although we had to buy puzzles several levels below what you’d expect for their age. As confidence built, the number on the puzzle box rose. Try family game night. It likely won’t be fun at first but keep trying. Ours recently shocked us by asking for game night instead of movie night. I’m not bragging. Just…if we can find connection with ours, I think anyone can. Be encouraged. 🙂

  • Game night instead of movie night? Wow. I was actually thinking about game nights the other day. A friend of mine does it and it works well.
    Thanx for your comment – might be what I needed to hear

    • No problem! Remember, start with something super easy; it’s less likely to cause stress. We tried “Sorry” before they were ready, and barely made it through the game alive. 🙂

      Also, feel free to adjust the rules. We took away the “knocking back to home” and any cards that delayed the game, plus limited the number of player pieces (I think it’s usually four and we cut it down to two). It’s not really “Sorry” at that point but when you get a hyena or two successfully around the board, you’ll want to change the name of the game to “THANK GOD.” 🙂


Not yet…

Stay tuned for Surviving Fun and Games, Part 2. (Also known as, “How NOT to die of frustration during a game of Uno.”)


There once was a girl from Nantucket

Who spent half her life in a bucket

When people jeered “why?”

She winked her brown eye

And said,

I just realized that almost any other rhyming word I use here will be impolite.


10 Reasons to Write


I’m a little behind on the assignments for Writing 101. I’ll explain why in a later post. For now, I’m just trying to catch up. Here’s my answer, in tribute to my hero—the man who first made me fall in love with rhythm and rhyme. Bonus points if you guess who.

Why I Write

I write because I love it.

I write to keep me sane.

I write when I feel happy

or sad or just mundane.

I write because Hubby says,

“if you neglect to do

writing every single day

your attitude is poo!”

I write because I love it.

I write because it’s free.

Writing’s a true essential;

costs less than therapy.

I write because I love it.

I write because it’s play.

Sometimes I write just to learn

what my thoughts have to say.

Ask me if I’ll ever stop—

the answer is, I won’t.

And I write because my head

will explode if I don’t.


I write because I love it.

Why do you write?

Photo credit: Casey Alexander

Happy Birthday, Buddy.

Our German Shepherd turns 14 on November 16th. He used to be quite ferocious and took seriously his job of guarding me when Hubby was out (which we never trained him to do). We took him to the vet once, and upon hearing barks and loud clattering, we ran to the back of the clinic. There, crab-walking backwards, was the veterinarian. Our big guy was charging him, but on seeing us, he turned tail (pun intended) and hid under a desk. “He was fine until I tried to take his temperature!” said the vet. Right. Let’s stick that in your behind and see how you like it. Anyway, to the tune of Frozen’s “Do You Wanna Build a Snowman,” my birthday song for the best dog ever (imagine him snoozing in front of the stove while I sit against the kitchen door): 

Do you wanna chase a postman?
Come on, let’s go and play
Why don’t you bark loud anymore
Come out the door
It’s like you’ve gone away
We used to be best buddies
Now you just nap
I wish you would tell me why

Do you want to chase a postman?
It doesn’t have to be a postman.
Do you want to bite a postman?
Back that vet up against the wall?
I think all your vaccines are overdue…
The vet tech misses you
We’ll catch him in the haaaaaaaall
Dad bought you some big bones, he
Wants to see you too
We’re watching the hours tick by
Tick, tock, tick, tock, tick, tock

Please, you’re such a big dog
You used to startle ev’ryone
They saw your big teeth
And that scary face
But all you do is sleep
Please let me in

We only have each other
It’s just you and me
What are we gonna do?
Do you want to bite a postman?

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