tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66987414745238865532017-05-12T07:09:47.461-06:00A Daisy A Day...a forty-something mom sharing her bits of wisdom, irony and humor as she remembers them, with occasional photos of God's awesome creations from her gardendaisyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03168831819807523569noreply@blogger.comBlogger731125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6698741474523886553.post-60893953608750299312014-07-02T18:56:00.000-06:002017-05-11T13:41:10.447-06:00i had this dream...I had a dream about church recently...I dreamed that I was a kid, and I was given a paper lunch sack to carry. The top was all scrunched over and folded down, and there were things written on the outside of the sack. There was a picture of a Bible in the sack and some other things, but I didn't know what those were. It was dark in there, and even if I stood under the light, there was not enoughdaisyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03168831819807523569noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6698741474523886553.post-84398906172368879922014-06-04T12:55:00.000-06:002014-06-05T04:48:27.983-06:00add me to the people who rant about Amazon
It's probably my own fault. I decided to trade in a textbook to Amazon. I should have known better.
To make a long story shorter, when you trade books in, they give you a shipping label and you slap it on your package and UPS it out of town. They get it, and you get credit you can spend on Amazon. Easy peasy, right? Well, not so fast...
So I can see from the tracking that my package was daisyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03168831819807523569noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6698741474523886553.post-7822087241069791172014-05-15T06:39:00.000-06:002014-05-15T06:39:00.618-06:00wordle, anyone?I found a lovely toy called wordle. All my writing here can be distilled down to this, apparently. It even pulled in the right colors. Give it a try...the instructions are there. You can add the text you want or use the URL of a blog that has an RSS feed. You can click on the "Randomize" button to randomly change the color, size and style of the font. Keep clicking until you find one you daisyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03168831819807523569noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6698741474523886553.post-12520974257583659542014-03-31T12:05:00.003-06:002014-03-31T12:06:45.450-06:00cats and more cats, and a dog...It's official. I've turned into a cat lady. The kittens are my babies.
My hubby: The cats are on the counter!
Me: Oh, I didn't even notice. (They are right in front of me.)
I come home from work, put down my bags, and pet all of the cats and the dog before taking another step.
My hubby: Maybe if I had more fur and walked around on four legs, you would come give me some attention.
I laughdaisyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03168831819807523569noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6698741474523886553.post-49750497346559279512014-03-11T07:15:00.000-06:002014-03-11T09:17:10.238-06:00wah, wah, wah...I'm so disappointed...I filled my little thermos jug with the most wonderful coffee this morning: Starbucks Tribute Blend coffee with just the right amount of cream--have you tried it?! It's like a smooth slice of heaven in a cup. I know, I mix my metaphors quite frequently. You'll get used to it. LOL. But if you tried it, I bet you would agree with me, without any more thought to my daisyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03168831819807523569noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6698741474523886553.post-86187329431194351852013-10-27T22:45:00.002-06:002013-10-27T22:58:59.630-06:00a thousand words
I love going through old pictures. A picture is worth a thousand words, they say. I think it's more than that. Pictures speak to me, not always in words, but in song and sensation, too. Some of them hum quietly, and others break out with a raucous rock song that fires me up. Sometimes it's too bad that we can't hush them up so that they say only what we want them to. I've taken my sharedaisyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03168831819807523569noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6698741474523886553.post-57778925534101458752013-07-02T12:36:00.001-06:002013-10-27T22:23:53.121-06:00free? I'm on it!I have a longstanding addiction to anything that is free. If it has a "Free" sign on it, I. Must. Have. It. I don't know if it's a thrifty gene I inherited, or just the fact that I am cheap and I'm not ashamed to be a scrounge.
Someone put a big baby stroller (a nice one) out on the side of the street the other morning a couple of blocks from us with a free sign on it. I think I gave myself daisyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03168831819807523569noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6698741474523886553.post-76685219198520108062013-05-04T15:26:00.002-06:002013-05-04T15:26:26.516-06:00a gloomy day outsideWhat better thing to do when it's grey and chilly outside than to scrapbook inside? I signed up for the Creative Crop - an all-day, free class, full of imagination-starting challenges from Big Picture Classes.
It's a complete change of pace, a perfect way to greet spring, which I hear is right around the corner. I promise. Maybe Erica will bring spring here with her when she comes home fromdaisyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03168831819807523569noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6698741474523886553.post-26741955913186583962013-04-01T05:26:00.000-06:002013-04-01T10:01:51.110-06:00spring feverWow, a whole month just slipped away without blogging. I'm sitting here, just thinking about how that could happen so quickly. Between new babies, expectant mamas (not me!! just want to be perfectly clear about that), sewing projects, gender reveal parties, shopping excursions, and what have you, the month of March is gone! It came in like a lion--a huge blustery snowstorm, and it went outdaisyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03168831819807523569noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6698741474523886553.post-86605901367442777992013-02-26T21:32:00.004-06:002017-05-10T16:00:05.241-06:00he did mama proud!If you haven't already seen this video, better find another tissue first. This young man demonstrates such grace and maturity--it just touches something deep down in me. I love that all he says about it is that he was raised to do the right thing. Yes, he was. *huge sigh* Just a lovely way to end the evening.
daisyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03168831819807523569noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6698741474523886553.post-65959702970111424852013-02-25T23:09:00.000-06:002013-10-27T22:20:35.346-06:00thoughts from today...Did you watch The Bachelor? All I can say is he is one lucky guy not to have picked Ashley. She was one angry chica. Hoo boy! Good news for him.
And I like Catherine...we'll see. I've liked her from the get.
But on to more good news. Well, it's kind of sad, but it ends up good.
This cute little cat named Angel must really have nine lives.
From the commentary on her youTube daisyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03168831819807523569noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6698741474523886553.post-38709799602490229402013-02-15T06:34:00.000-06:002013-02-15T06:34:00.047-06:00they CAN get along!How cool is this?! And I bet these Huskies won't be cat chasers or cat killers, either. Teach them while they're young. :)
It's my favorite thing when everyone just gets along. I used to say that to the kids all the time: I want you guys to just. get. along! I told them they're going to be siblings forever, so they better be nice to each other when they're young so they'll still be friends daisyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03168831819807523569noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6698741474523886553.post-67474645211549516582013-02-14T05:15:00.000-06:002013-02-14T20:54:12.622-06:00my sweet ValentineTo my sweet Valentine! ♥ ♥ ♥
I just want to thank you for everything you do for me, and for being who you are: the most thoughtful, most romantic, sweetest love of my life. I can't believe how lucky I am. I feel so spoiled sometimes.
Your love shows through every single day we are together. It's not that you have to buy me roses and chocolate every day, or serenade me with beautiful Italian daisyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03168831819807523569noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6698741474523886553.post-34103136340772667222013-02-13T06:18:00.000-06:002013-02-13T06:18:00.382-06:00can you canoe?I love quirkiness...and I love people who are completely themselves. A little weird, a little compulsive, a little simple, people who are content with who they are--they just let it all hang out.
One local duo like this just won a Grammy for a little ditty they sang called "Can You Canoe?", and this is exactly what I'm talking about. If you haven't heard it yet, click away and enjoy!
daisyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03168831819807523569noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6698741474523886553.post-23973666496486397152013-02-12T06:42:00.000-06:002013-02-12T06:42:00.945-06:00a voice from my pastI came across another interesting blog the other day. A person who apparently goes to the church I grew up in has started a blog about their thoughts about the church and how things are going there now. It was fascinating to read it.
It's been a long time...this year it will be twenty years since I left the church! I can't say I've been out longer than I was in yet, but I'm getting there.daisyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03168831819807523569noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6698741474523886553.post-13735041975949520632013-02-11T05:50:00.000-06:002013-02-11T05:50:00.643-06:00no, I did not eat the sprinkles"I ... did not ... eat the sprinkles."
He sounds so convincing. If he weren't wearing them all over his face, his mother probably would have believed him. LOL.
But how could you get mad at that adorable face? Mom said that after the video, they had a long talk about the difference between telling stories and telling the truth.
Ah, the joys of parenting when the not-me gremlin shows up.
daisyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03168831819807523569noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6698741474523886553.post-78239015107053805602013-02-10T15:26:00.003-06:002013-02-10T15:27:37.231-06:00some father-son awesomenessYou absolutely have to love a dad who is willing to let it all hang out to have fun with his son, and not worry about looking silly. Thirty seconds of smiles await you...
daisyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03168831819807523569noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6698741474523886553.post-8445886065951098112013-02-08T06:15:00.000-06:002013-02-09T00:10:05.396-06:00I love catsI think the best entertainment in the world is simply watching cats play. It's a great stress reliever. Sounds a little too simple, I know, but seriously. They are so Zen, completely in the moment, and ready to let it all hang out at a second's notice. All it takes sometimes is one little twitch, one jump, and it's on!
Ahhhh...
And by the way, don't you think these are the most gorgeous daisyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03168831819807523569noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6698741474523886553.post-79269845881061279332013-02-07T12:30:00.000-06:002013-02-07T18:56:40.545-06:00from homeless to HarvardDawn Loggins was abandoned by her parents when she was a teenager. Who the heck does that, by the way?! She gets invited to a prestigious summer program through school for top scholars, and when she gets back from it, her family has been evicted, her grandmother has been dropped off at a homeless shelter, and the parents have moved out of state, leaving no forwarding address. I cannot imagine.
daisyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03168831819807523569noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6698741474523886553.post-1226889764226730312013-02-06T06:22:00.000-06:002013-02-07T08:34:34.487-06:00patty cake playThis is too funny. I'm obsessed with cats lately...I wonder why. Maybe because they are so entertaining! Just a note, if you don't have your sound on, I'm sure you will just scratch your head and think I'm crazy for liking this.
Well, if you're not a cat appreciator, you might already think I'm crazy. Hee hee!
Just click the play button already! Fun awaits you!
daisyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03168831819807523569noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6698741474523886553.post-27090090522140744402013-02-03T07:24:00.000-06:002013-02-03T16:28:31.470-06:00happy tearsOh, girl, get your Kleenex already. I know I said it was going to be a good news kind of month, so why in the world would I be telling you that you need a tissue? Well, sometimes good news comes in packages that make you a little teary. Just ask my kids. I think it's their goal to make me cry by doing something nice for me. LOL. I know that sounds a little weird, but that's okay...I love daisyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03168831819807523569noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6698741474523886553.post-18288933276946269012013-02-02T07:14:00.000-06:002013-02-03T16:27:25.570-06:00a happy ending for Chester...The happy story I want to share today is about Chester. Chester the cat. He's a very cute orange kitty--my favorite color cat. Maybe someday I'll have two orange cats who are siblings and I'll let them live with me for their whole life, just like my Franklin and Tucker.
I'd like to adopt them from a good rescue place, though, because I really believe in what they do.
But just go read...daisyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03168831819807523569noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6698741474523886553.post-13746134530912753702013-02-01T19:24:00.000-06:002013-02-03T16:28:02.734-06:00it's a wonder-filled lifeHappy February!
I've decided to celebrate my birthMONTH this year by focusing on positivity! I'm looking for good things and good people to talk about, and one thing that makes me very happy is a new addition to our family: an adorable granddaughter. Yep, I gotta brag!
I got to spend a few days helping out--wrangling a toddler, making meals, cleaning up the kitchen...just whatever was helpfuldaisyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03168831819807523569noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6698741474523886553.post-88270119331971454762012-11-27T23:01:00.000-06:002012-11-27T23:01:34.582-06:00oh, no!!! not Cody!!Nooo-o-o-o-o-o-o-o! Cody Belew is toast! At least on The Voice, he is. I'm so sad. He was eliminated tonight from the Top Ten. He and Dez Duron are done. I would have sent Melanie Martinez or Terry McDermott instead.
Well, at least some of my other favorites are still in the running. I'd like to see Amanda Brown take the top spot. She is phenomenal. And Trevin Hunte and Nicholas David are daisyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03168831819807523569noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6698741474523886553.post-79820765454892791232012-11-25T22:30:00.000-06:002013-02-01T20:40:06.639-06:00Thanksgiving shout-outsOh, fiddle! The big weekend is over, and the Thanksgiving holiday is past. Back to work tomorrow. I have lots of things to be thankful for, though.
I'm thankful for new grandbabies on the way. And seeing the moms go through the discomfort of pregnancy makes me so thankful that I'm done with having kids! Maybe some people breeze through pregnancy without a twinge--I was not one of them!
I'm daisyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03168831819807523569noreply@blogger.com0