Posted By Daisy on May 5, 2011
Daisy is taking one. Not from motherhood — that’s not exactly an “at will” gig — but from everything else. Just eight to twelve weeks or so, to undergo and recuperate from a medical procedure in body, a renewal in spirit, and a redesign in this little corner of the Web. When we return, be ready for a new look and feel in this space with some new but inter-related topics. It’ll be fun.
Posted By Daisy on April 18, 2011
It seems I talk funny, and it’s rubbing off on my kid. It is good proof that instructing by example actually works. Mind you, the Bear is not always unfailingly polite because, after all, he is four. And a boy. But NOTHING is more adorable to potential babysitters than hearing him pipe up with “Excuse me ladies, I’ll be back in a moment.” They melt, I tell you. They practically beg to pay ME for the honor of watching him. I’m so very glad he has learned to put his best foot forward when company is around. There will be time for these babysitters to become acquainted with….well, let’s call them his more “challenging” behaviors. But by golly that first impression makes a difference.
Lest some of you protest I am raising a child who is vulnerable to getting beaten up for his Victorian speech patterns, we do mix it up. Somehow the combination of prissy talk with scatology is uniquely hilarious at this age. I am not above, at bath-time lets say, stage-whispering: “Pardon me, Mr. Froggie, but I could not help but notice you have pooped in our tub. I do not mean to embarrass you, but I do ask that you make use of the potty we have provided. Our other guests would appreciate it.”
He’ll have plenty of models of other communication styles, but from mommy he will continue to learn to talk like a prissy-pants. I’m not being disingenuous for the sake of promoting manners, either. I just happen to talk funny.
Posted By Daisy on April 13, 2011
Daisy is still lurking about. In fact, she is a good bit easier to spot out in the real world than that Waldo character. (Don’t tell me that signature striped shirt is a giveaway — I’ll SHOW you a dead giveaway, someday, when I am bold enough to out myself.) But, it is easier to hide in the ether of the Interweb than in the broad light of day.
I realized I needed to pop back up when my husband’s college buddy remarked to my husband that I had not been posting very much lately. Bravo for him, simultaneously lighting a smallish fire under my butt and chagrining my hubby with the realization that his own male friends manage to keep up with my online life better than he does.
Here’s my excuse for my piss-poor posting performance lately. I’ve got a long to-do list, and somehow thought I could motivate myself by telling myself that I could not play on my blog until I got the other stuff out of the way. This was a dumb move. I am not my own best boss, but I’m all I’ve got, now that I have left the formal workforce. The following are things that I have failed to accomplish this month:
Things that I managed to do instead of all of the above and writing in my blog:
Yeah. So, it’s time for a new strategy. I’m tossing out the “no blogging until you’ve finished X” rule. I’d appreciate any carrot and stick suggestions you’ve got (I do better with carrots than sticks).
Thanks,
Daisy
P.S. (It Girl does not count as a carrot. It’s more a form of sticking my head in the sand. And taking it away cold turkey as a “stick” measure will only make me pout and/or tantrum.)
Posted By Daisy on April 2, 2011
So, who knew that “cool chestnut” was just code for “purple”?
(What’s that? You say the 1996 version of myself knew? Well, why the hell didn’t she speak up this morning?)
That is all.
Posted By Daisy on March 26, 2011
“Life is not easy for any of us. But what of that? We must have perseverance and above all confidence in ourselves. We must believe that we are gifted for something and that this thing must be attained.”
This one seemed a particularly nice follow up to the previous post about struggling with life-in-general.
