This is something that I don’t say very often but I actually have to go to bed. WHAAAT??? Yeah I do. Crazy-ness. So this post is going to be a bit of randomness FUN GREAT TIMES with some FAB LINKS and a little special dose of happiness and rainbows sent from my computer to yours. yay!
First things first – remember the lamp that sprouted magical legs? It left a BRUISE ON MY FACE!!! Not cool.
And SWINE FLU – I think the following blog posts deserve a mention because they made me LOL – but they’re not for you mom because they have swear words in them – ones you wouldn’t like. oxox (that’s my mom’s and my secret “love you SO MUCH” code.)
Swine Flu by Elsja
Iced Tea, A Busy Mind and Not Being A Hypochondriac by Nicole A.
Ok and now I have to tell you a secret. BECAUSE SECRETS ARE FUN!!! One time I told this dude that although I love shopping – because I seriously do – I like to think “it’s not the meat and potatoes” of my life. Yeah I said that. I said shopping isn’t the meat and potatoes of my life. And then I wrote a blog about how I COULDN’T BELIEVE I SAID THAT. (and I just re-read that blog and omgosh omgosh omgosh) WHY OH WHY DID I BLOG ABOUT IT? Now there’s PROOF. Who says things like that? No seriously [shake head in disbelief.] And I’m mentioning this because I recently learned that my dad is now teaching gardening classes to his peeps in my old neighborhood and he grows potatoes and yeah – you see where I’m going with this? No? that’s ok.
ANYWHO – my milkshake brings all the boys to the yard. Oh yes. AND my dad is on a quest to grow a 500 lb pumpkin. A FIVE HUNDRED POUND PUMPKIN!!! Say whaaaat?? That’s about 227 kg. Which is a LOT. And I’m going to tell you a bit about it in doses. But just one dose at a time.
Dose One of Daisy’s Dad’s 500lb Pumpkin Quest
My dad planted ONE HUNDRED pumpkin seeds. Some of them were like 5-6 yrs old (don’t ask) others were from a pumpkin he grew two years ago that was GINORMOUS (180 lbs) and the rest? He says they’re “Dill’s Atlantis Giant.” Way to go Dill – your seeds sound dirty – you sick-o.
OK so my dad planted the seeds on the 23rd of April and by the 24th – ONE DAY LATER – he wrote this (btw he’s journaling this just for ME and my amusement. )
I hate waiting. I’ve peeled back the plastic wrap twice today, hoping to see ANYthing. I saw nothing.
HAHAHA! It’d only been ONE DAY! That’s freaking hilarious. Seriously it is. AAAANNNNDDD the NEXT DAY on the 25th of April he wrote this:
I hate waiting. I’ve peeled back the plastic wrap FOUR times today, hoping to see ANYthing.
Right-ee-o – so my dad’s getting a bit obsessive and it’s only day 3. Then he wrote this:
I even started lightly digging in the dirt looking for any signs of life. I saw nothing.
Oh no he didn’t. Did he? I don’t know. But that’s what he wrote. HAHAHAHAHA! AAAANNNNNDDDD with that we’ll stop there. I don’t need you thinking my dad’s crazy quite yet. PLUS that’s a pretty big dose for today. It’s been three days and he’s already obsessed. HAHA just teasing Dad. kind of.
OHMYGOSH – What am I listening to this evening? Some tight flow! But I put it after the break because most of you probably don’t share my refined taste in music. hee hee. Oh and I don’t usually like mash-ups but the one at the bottom is SO SWEET. Good night!! xoxo~Daisy