tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66059909666522599312024-02-24T00:55:45.210-08:00Day2Day MadnessRandom thoughts and pointless musingsDanihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01217827945929247721noreply@blogger.comBlogger1419125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6605990966652259931.post-58631365753735535782019-04-26T19:12:00.001-07:002019-04-26T19:12:09.866-07:00Fiona asked that I start posting here again. On that note here is the conversation we just had.<br />
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Fiona: We saw the movie Taco Blasting today.<br />
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Me: What?!?!<br />
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Fiona: We saw Tuck Everlasting today.<br />
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Me: Lol I thought you said Taco Blasting. Now I'm disappointed. I want to see a movie called Taco Blasting.<br />
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Fiona: Me too.Danihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01217827945929247721noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6605990966652259931.post-46342248208352154022017-07-15T17:21:00.001-07:002017-07-15T17:21:18.964-07:00I'm having a bad couple weeks.<br />
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I got the girls a kitten. We named her Pandasocks. One morning we woke up and she was dead.<br />
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Work...well I know better than to post about my job but I'm not happy.<br />
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I got rear ended yesterday. My car isn't badly damaged and I already have an appointment to drop it off to get fixed but I ache all over. The doctor says it may take weeks to feel better...<br />
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It's just a bad few weeks. I know that. But...I'm unhappy. :(Danihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01217827945929247721noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6605990966652259931.post-87556224046502761102017-04-10T19:01:00.001-07:002017-04-10T19:01:41.766-07:00Whatever your fight, don't be ladylike.-Mother JonesTo the girls<br />
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Me: Hey! No pretending to fart on each other.<br />
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Me: No actually farting on each other either.<br />
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I'm learningDanihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01217827945929247721noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6605990966652259931.post-22348544709812518932017-04-01T12:33:00.001-07:002017-04-01T12:33:56.212-07:00The beauty of a woman is not in a facial mode but the true beauty in a woman is reflected in her soul. It is the caring that she lovingly gives the passion that she shows. The beauty of a woman grows with the passing years.-Audrey HepburnDaphne: I love you Mamma.<br />
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Me: I love you too baby.<br />
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Daphne: I love hot Mamma.<br />
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Me: What?<br />
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Daphne: You hot Mamma.<br />
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Me: Did you just call me hot?<br />
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Daphne Yeah!<br />
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Me: Well that's an odd complement coming from my toddler but I'll take it. Thanks honey.Danihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01217827945929247721noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6605990966652259931.post-22892333315300138262017-03-28T17:40:00.001-07:002017-03-28T17:40:50.267-07:00One time I tried to use the bathroom in the dark, and I missed the toilet, and I fell on the floor.-Rita OraDaphne: Monkey?<div>
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Me: No just got water on them while I was watering the plants.</div>
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Daphne: It's okay you peepee.</div>
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Me: Well I didn't but I appreciate the fact that you wouldn't judge me for it.</div>
Danihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01217827945929247721noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6605990966652259931.post-89264918876123872682016-12-31T16:03:00.002-08:002016-12-31T16:05:41.244-08:00Some are kissing mothers and some are scolding mothers, but it is love just the same, and most mothers kiss and scold together.-Pearl S. BuckThis morning in the produce department at the grocery store.<br />
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Daphne: Rapunzel Mamma mean.<br />
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Me: Yes she is mean but that's not her real Mamma. I'm sure her real Mamma was nice.<br />
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Daphne: Yeah Mamma nice<br />
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Me: Am I a nice Mamma?<br />
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Daphne: NOOOOO!<br />
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A lady stocking produce began laughing uncontrollably.<br />
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Produce stocker: I'm so sorry that caught me off guard.<br />
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Me: (also laughing) It's okay. If she'd said yes that'd mean I'm not doing my job right.<br />
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Produce stocker: True. (still laughing) That made my day.Danihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01217827945929247721noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6605990966652259931.post-27096081248943219172016-11-19T15:11:00.002-08:002016-11-19T15:11:33.267-08:00Family is the most important thing in the world.-Princess DianaDaphne: I love you Mamma.<br />
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Me: I love you too baby.<br />
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Daphne: I love you ten!<br />
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Me: Ten? Wow that's a lot.Danihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01217827945929247721noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6605990966652259931.post-67823319575120696982016-09-17T15:37:00.003-07:002016-09-17T15:37:37.808-07:00A table, a chair, a bowl of fruit and a violin; what else does a man need to be happy?-Albert EinsteinWhy did we name it "grapefruit"? We already have a fruit called "grapes" and they don't even remotely look or taste the same.Danihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01217827945929247721noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6605990966652259931.post-23913986293939884602016-09-10T19:51:00.001-07:002016-09-10T19:52:30.689-07:00Wonder pets, wonder pets were on our way.-Wonder pets theme songYou can tell the other parents.<div><br></div><div>A co-worker came in to ask my office mate a question when the phone rang.</div><div><br></div><div>Co-worker: The phone! The phone is ringing.</div><div><br></div><div>Me: The phone! we'll be right there!</div><div><br></div><div>Office mate: What was that?</div>Danihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01217827945929247721noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6605990966652259931.post-13630956267027553392016-08-28T21:15:00.003-07:002016-08-28T21:15:20.675-07:00Hangin' tough, stayin' hungry-Eye of the Tiger by SurvivorI was teaching Fiona to cook. She was trying to use the can opener which is kinda tuff.<br />
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Danihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01217827945929247721noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6605990966652259931.post-42771515835953687692016-08-27T16:50:00.001-07:002016-08-27T16:52:17.500-07:00Color can do anything that black and white can.-Vincent Minelli<div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Daphne: These two are friends </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Me: Those colored pencils are friends?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Daphne: Yeah </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Me: Well it's always good when pencils can accept pencils of another color </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Fiona: Yeah like all the yellow ones used to fight the all the blue ones.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Me: There were a lot of casualties in the yellow and blue wars. It was a dark time. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">My family is weird.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQjSpAG7NYRwadDOl0w9SSsQf3_ZQgpCGQl9hKGe3hWPNlG5Ssd7bssvF-T3rozcY-U_PCIdWBpG44_F7dwRHh4V5U5UzHO5Ok-22Bk0BRAcuUamD19Dt9B4Mj7S_KYueHjtmligqUfg0/s640/blogger-image-1496757855.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQjSpAG7NYRwadDOl0w9SSsQf3_ZQgpCGQl9hKGe3hWPNlG5Ssd7bssvF-T3rozcY-U_PCIdWBpG44_F7dwRHh4V5U5UzHO5Ok-22Bk0BRAcuUamD19Dt9B4Mj7S_KYueHjtmligqUfg0/s640/blogger-image-1496757855.jpg"></a></div>Danihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01217827945929247721noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6605990966652259931.post-69839222487329199902016-07-01T22:58:00.001-07:002016-07-01T23:01:39.284-07:00I have had dreams and I have had nightmares, but I have conquered my nightmares because of my dreams.-Jonas SalkI had such odd dreams last night...Do you ever have anxiety dreams? I've had lots recently. Mine are usually relatively mundane things I am trying to do but keep running in to obstacles. The other night I had one in which I'm pretty sure all I was trying to do was put Daphne's shoes on but it was REALLY REALLY difficult.<br />
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Last night I dreamt I was in Petaluma for some "business" purpose and I needed to get home to Novato (I haven't lived there in 15 years but apparently to my subconscious that is still "home"). I didn't have a car so I tried to take a taxi but the taxi driver told me it was too far and I'd never get a taxi to take me (FYI these two cities are next door to each other and the drive takes about 15 minutes). So I went around the corner to figure out what I should do and suddenly instead of Petaluma I was in New Orleans (now the cab drivers objection makes way more sense). So I saw a train station and thought I'd just take a train home in the morning (I'm not 100% sure about New Orleans but I know for certain that there is no train station in Novato). I decided to go the the hotel we usually stay in when we are in New Orleans and see if I could get a room for the night. The "train station" was just down the street (in the middle of the freaking French Quarter) so I walked to the hotel but somehow managed to enter on the top floor and had to make my way down to the lobby. I can't clearly remember all the adventures I had while traversing this hotel but I do remember at one point thinking that it was a "plot hole" that I was no longer carrying a bag. I eventually made it to the lobby and tried to check in when some rude lady comes up and starts talking to the front desk clerk in Italian. She and the clerk continued to ignore me for several minutes until I got pissed and pushed her face away while telling her to "shut up". Not sure if I ever got a room because then I started dreaming about the owner of my company criticizing my choice of dish soap...<br />
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I woke exhausted.Danihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01217827945929247721noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6605990966652259931.post-81667430124479627742016-05-14T14:14:00.001-07:002016-05-14T14:14:47.478-07:00One if the greatest gifts I've ever gotten is my daughter.-Ace FrehleyEvery morning when Daphne wakes up she wants to cuddle.<br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjj1Ze2009Iax8oq4h4TXYr1l-BEls0W8Lqiefyya7pFPHuUFfiX44UWdSw_tGFU_mQ-AyScpHChf1VhGE43J0gu3f8OiQuT2CHBwo0qfyp1Pk9FDxSFbSdaP-jmz5AUundwx8HLxDRd7o/s640/blogger-image--687321764.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjj1Ze2009Iax8oq4h4TXYr1l-BEls0W8Lqiefyya7pFPHuUFfiX44UWdSw_tGFU_mQ-AyScpHChf1VhGE43J0gu3f8OiQuT2CHBwo0qfyp1Pk9FDxSFbSdaP-jmz5AUundwx8HLxDRd7o/s640/blogger-image--687321764.jpg"></a></div>I go to get her out if he crib and she says "Rock?" Which means she wants to sit in the rocking chair with me. <br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtzjzakO-UGiLdRxOZRiqBL8ZLed1auVIyDdtpP2Z5QlpiS6UsFqv0CvHOMfbEnvZdZszdaTP9AaoYp7gV8TPnPpmNouzHvNqFpgHk51CRavJinQfo2wVw0D-lEXdiu7XqE-h1T2Lr-cs/s640/blogger-image-1992236658.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtzjzakO-UGiLdRxOZRiqBL8ZLed1auVIyDdtpP2Z5QlpiS6UsFqv0CvHOMfbEnvZdZszdaTP9AaoYp7gV8TPnPpmNouzHvNqFpgHk51CRavJinQfo2wVw0D-lEXdiu7XqE-h1T2Lr-cs/s640/blogger-image-1992236658.jpg"></a></div>On the weekend sometimes we stay like that for an hour or more whille I drink my coffee. <br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxw7Y1rXX1F6rORSiECnC85xFBjBLi4_fZqbIPTq6JLNetb70h5dS_39GegfcdsE9owAvBl5shclMXuj-Tqz7IjkcY_RPsKv6fxqUSUoyG_ElOiiELhLGcrY2lshzR0zI13ryWGeM-MyI/s640/blogger-image-1992260060.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxw7Y1rXX1F6rORSiECnC85xFBjBLi4_fZqbIPTq6JLNetb70h5dS_39GegfcdsE9owAvBl5shclMXuj-Tqz7IjkcY_RPsKv6fxqUSUoyG_ElOiiELhLGcrY2lshzR0zI13ryWGeM-MyI/s640/blogger-image-1992260060.jpg"></a></div>Sometimes Fiona joins us. <br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBtgMbTtRa3poGWdrV7yJTCPJGuxOIxO8afWmBzJwBTJKYYyMxKcfAtfaHr0DrmmlEgo4TUYIZ9xtAPhOV371TcVHfogScw15OvVYhVnBixFz21pkC3NqDrybu-5yVp5ApxBWuEh8QfhE/s640/blogger-image-1032781240.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBtgMbTtRa3poGWdrV7yJTCPJGuxOIxO8afWmBzJwBTJKYYyMxKcfAtfaHr0DrmmlEgo4TUYIZ9xtAPhOV371TcVHfogScw15OvVYhVnBixFz21pkC3NqDrybu-5yVp5ApxBWuEh8QfhE/s640/blogger-image-1032781240.jpg"></a></div>Sometimes she wants to cuddle even during the day. <br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-WHCZ1-ypAlzdFmZYGDjQtVCpH-13zZhbyxCt39dbaVGgs8lGwk0oOBnzYLR4sbiIggRYfH6b_tf1KdInUilr3VyZ8PNqjGyDPdZkV4dPkgQws2k7c2bbmRBs9R6xBGHGbibUKbbZvUc/s640/blogger-image-895332952.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-WHCZ1-ypAlzdFmZYGDjQtVCpH-13zZhbyxCt39dbaVGgs8lGwk0oOBnzYLR4sbiIggRYfH6b_tf1KdInUilr3VyZ8PNqjGyDPdZkV4dPkgQws2k7c2bbmRBs9R6xBGHGbibUKbbZvUc/s640/blogger-image-895332952.jpg"></a></div>She's going to grow out of it soon enough so I'm savoring it while I can. This is my favorite part of the day. <br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPzp0lSvd_8TdhaPwnUsopT7whbW_4gARZq2gD56lCKskq-5UlcxbrNtgg4dqWLsmDI_NxIm22GfcOROXmPVcVHkCLsGvm4ZbAWUGuldWhe8j4ZkeytTOs6lw15uOocQvsgSpoJU6egOM/s640/blogger-image--167256069.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPzp0lSvd_8TdhaPwnUsopT7whbW_4gARZq2gD56lCKskq-5UlcxbrNtgg4dqWLsmDI_NxIm22GfcOROXmPVcVHkCLsGvm4ZbAWUGuldWhe8j4ZkeytTOs6lw15uOocQvsgSpoJU6egOM/s640/blogger-image--167256069.jpg"></a></div>Danihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01217827945929247721noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6605990966652259931.post-28493428665380586432016-04-24T09:32:00.000-07:002016-04-24T09:32:04.789-07:00Creativity is allowing yourself to make mistakes. Art is knowing which ones to keep.-Scott Adams<br />
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Me: Mamma painted that.</div>
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Daphne: Mamma paint flower! </div>
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Me: Yes Daddy painted the bridge.</div>
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Me: How about this summer I'll get some finger paints and we can paint together. Would you like that?</div>
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Daphne: YEAH!</div>
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Dave: I'm going to bring this baby camping. I can play reveile every morning. </div>
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Me: Awww sweetie, it'll only be one morning then I'll stab you in your sleep. </div>
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If you have found it you'll love this. Sometimes at bedtime I sing Daphne the theme from Sparks Nevada Marshal on Mars. Tonight she did the "Pow!"<br />
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<a href="http://thrillingadventurehour.com">Thrilling Adventure Hour</a>Danihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01217827945929247721noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6605990966652259931.post-70963045654230479722016-03-30T20:34:00.001-07:002016-04-16T08:49:25.597-07:00How lucky I am to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard-Winnie the Pooh*When I was four my Dad took me to the hospital to see my Mom and new baby brother. On the way we stopped so I could pick out a gift for the new baby. I picked a Winnie the Pooh that played music. <span style="font-family: "helvetica neue light" , , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif;">After he died I found the bear in his room and kept it. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue light" , , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif;">This morning Daphne spotted it in my closet and tried to claim it for her own. I told her no she couldn't have it but she could play with it. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "helvetica neue light" , , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif;">A few hours later I looked at a calendar and realized the anniversary of his death was last week. 18 years. He's now been gone as long as he was alive. </span></div>
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*F you auto correct. Don't you dare tell me that's the wrong way to spell Winnie!</div>
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Danihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01217827945929247721noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6605990966652259931.post-59962377625849182872016-03-21T08:00:00.000-07:002016-03-21T08:00:16.023-07:00I'm the leader of the geek patrol. That makes me king geek.-Gambit, Gambit #12Me: No thank you Daphne. No I don't want a cheeto. No please don't rub it on my boob. No Daphne, Rogue doesn't want a cheeto either.<br />
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Danihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01217827945929247721noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6605990966652259931.post-62383500716029819082016-03-19T10:48:00.002-07:002016-03-19T10:48:17.920-07:00Acting is like a Halloween mask that you put on.-River PhoenixFiona: Hey Mommy can I ask you something?<br />
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Me: Do I want to wear that mask? 'Cause yeah!<br />
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Actually she wanted to tell me something about weaving but whatever. </div>
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Danihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01217827945929247721noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6605990966652259931.post-26101223179983943172016-03-17T08:00:00.000-07:002016-03-17T08:00:00.184-07:00Headlines, in a way, are what mislead you because bad news is a headline, and gradual improvement is not.-Bill GatesDaphne: Daddy go?<br />
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Me: He went to Lowes.</div>
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Daphne: Eewsh?</div>
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Me: Lowes.</div>
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Me: Lowes.</div>
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Danihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01217827945929247721noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6605990966652259931.post-17267719411017453142016-03-15T08:00:00.000-07:002016-03-15T08:00:24.256-07:00The early bird may get the worm, but its the second mouse that gets the cheese.-Jeremy PaxmanFiona: (From the bathroom) No Daphne leave me alone. I'm using the bathroom I don't need a crowd in here?<br />
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Fiona: Ewwwwww! Daphne just pushed a half eaten pice of cheese under the door while I'm trying to use the bathroom.</div>
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Danihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01217827945929247721noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6605990966652259931.post-90507504529098152832016-03-11T13:05:00.001-08:002016-03-11T13:05:53.505-08:00People have got to learn: if they don't have cookies in the cookie jar, they can't eat cookies.-Suze OrmanDaphne: Googie Mamma.<br />
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Daphne: Da (Daphne speaks Russian. No, I'm not joking. She is bilingual.)</div>
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Me: Say please Daphne.</div>
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Danihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01217827945929247721noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6605990966652259931.post-36682941592731960942016-02-19T11:33:00.001-08:002016-02-19T13:34:08.106-08:00The purpose of art is washing the dust of daily life off our
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I held it together for two days to protect Fiona but now it's really hitting me.<br />
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He lived a good life. He was mentally acute and able to take care of himself to the end. He fell asleep and never woke up.<br />
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I wish he was going to be here for Christmas.Danihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01217827945929247721noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6605990966652259931.post-20210014062731065352015-12-12T18:30:00.001-08:002015-12-12T18:30:18.244-08:00Don't pannic-The Hitchickers Guide to the GalaxyI asked Siri what the ultimate answer was. This is what I got.<br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidNPI5C4Ia3_cVTaXmiK0KF8TA6wCy5xF4pcuQDH0dWkq6pabvYLGjRZlRMgxaM9oyxMbdXJ43lv8prSwozY7PtdD3w9mEYqGE3TGxD8RUNoDr4bHgA64Xy7WAEaxV2kGF_1qd28YwfO0/s640/blogger-image--1446296395.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidNPI5C4Ia3_cVTaXmiK0KF8TA6wCy5xF4pcuQDH0dWkq6pabvYLGjRZlRMgxaM9oyxMbdXJ43lv8prSwozY7PtdD3w9mEYqGE3TGxD8RUNoDr4bHgA64Xy7WAEaxV2kGF_1qd28YwfO0/s640/blogger-image--1446296395.jpg"></a></div>Danihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01217827945929247721noreply@blogger.com0